Chapter 84

Ye Zhilong?!

His build resembled mine, but at a glance he was clearly a battle-hardened commander, with a lingering aura of blood-slaughter swirling around him—who knows how many he's killed in his lifetime?

Yan Buji naturally wouldn't let his guard down, smiling: "So it's the Dragon Might General ahead; I am Ji Bu."

"Someone like you, a demon, isn't qualified to speak to me—take my spear first!"

In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhilong shot forward like lightning, thrusting his spear with the Azure Dragon Emerging from the Sea, carrying the force of ten thousand jun—Yan Buji couldn't help but twitch his brow even seeing it!

It wasn't that the opponent's weapon advantage made Yan Buji feel grave; rather, his internal strength seemed even superior to his own!

You see, Yan Buji cultivates both the demonic and heretical internal arts; although Blood Essence Skill doesn't provide internal qi support, just from the vigor of his blood energy, the opponent can actually be compared to Yan Buji when he has activated the Guān Tiān Dēng Mó Zhuàng!

And how profound that internal art is—deep as an abyss, vast as the sea, several levels higher than his own demonic internal qi!

No wonder, no wonder!

No wonder he dares to plan facing the three Holy Saints of Zhi Sheng Dian alone—with this strength at his side, even if I hadn't achieved the Guān Tiān Dēng Mó Zhuàng, I'd surely not be his match!

In an instant, Yan Buji gathered a faint blood qi in his right hand and thrust a palm forward!

"Huh?!"

Boom!

"Good guts!"

Yan Buji stared in shock, blown away by Ye Zhilong's spear thrust, nearly having his external hard training shattered—yet facing Yan Buji's Absorption Yuan Hand, he didn't dodge or evade, but met it head-on; isn't he afraid of his own blood qi going awry?

But what Yan Buji didn't expect was that even after Ye Zhilong took his Absorption Yuan Hand head-on, the blood qi around him didn't surge as Yan Buji imagined; instead, after a few cycles of circulation it returned to normal.

How is that possible?

Wrong!

This person's weight...

"What strange palm power, able to affect others through blood qi? Heh heh, too bad—I fear nothing more than your heretical ways!" Ye Zhilong laughed, then lunged forward with his spear again.

Yan Buji's face darkened; facing Ye Zhilong's wide-open spear technique, even if he found an opening he dared not strike lightly!

This person's physique is strong—could it be not inferior to his own?

He isn't perfected in external training; he was born with dragon tendons, tiger bones, and qilin strength!

No wonder his blood qi is so terrifying, able to match Yan Buji who has cultivated Blood Essence Skill!

His blood qi is completely different from that of ordinary martial artists, and from Yan Buji's own.

His blood is almost congealed into blood marrow plasma—a highly unique physical talent; amidst the myriad internal and external arts of the world, it's hard to find a second person like him!

In short, just as Yan Buji's blood qi now resembles a furnace, so does the opponent's!

But the materials for forging the furnace differ—Yan Buji's blood qi is flowing blood, whereas his is blood marrow plasma!

Such blood, congealed like lead and mercury, not only completely counters his Absorption Yuan Hand and many other blood-qi attacking techniques, but also adds tremendous force—a casual strike can split mountains and shatter stone!

Ye Zhilong!

The Dragon Might General of the Kan Dao Dynasty?

Yan Buji's heart sank; he knew this person was far beyond any Heavenly Human realm he'd encountered—he was a true supreme power capable of slaying him face‑to‑face!

Clang clang dang!

Boom boom boom!

Accompanied by wave after wave of battle sounds, the martial artists present couldn't help but hold their breath.

Even though the sides are opposed, it's a fortune to witness today's top supreme masters clash—a scene these martial artists have long dreamed of.

Yang Qing's face grew grim; she wanted to flee but was cowed by Ye Zhilong's reputation, knowing that if today "Ji Bu" couldn't repel him, they likely couldn't escape Shuibian Cheng's territory.

"Sister, can Ji Bu drive back Ye Zhilong?"

"If we two were uninjured, we could still lend a hand. But now.... unless we use that thing—but you know its cost is brutal; if we used it, today both of us would surely die." Yang Lan's face also looked grim.

If Ji Bu unleashed divine might and could repel Ye Zhilong, that would be fine; but if he lost, today they'd have to rescue Ji Bu instead.

As for slaying Ye Zhilong?

What a joke!

Had they known earlier that the court would actually dispatch the border‑guarding Ye Zhilong himself, they would have fled long ago and dared not stay here.

Even if Ji Bu is extraordinary, having cultivated Blood Essence Skill and a demonic internal art not inferior to it—so what?

The gap in hard strength isn't something that can be easily smoothed over.

It looks like Ji Bu can hold on for a while; let's see how things develop first.

At this moment.

Yan Buji and Ye Zhilong's battlefield had already shifted from the camp to the outside—not because Yan Buji wanted it, but because Ye Zhilong, concerned for the soldiers and martial artists' safety, was directing the fight outward from the camp!

This made Yan Buji extremely annoyed!

What's more aggravating is that he has no ability whatsoever to alter Ye Zhilong's control of the situation!

Once again the strength gap made Yan Buji realize that, as a non‑cultivator, even facing a worldly top expert like Ye Zhilong, he could hardly gain the upper hand.

At that moment, Yan Buji didn't spare the consumption, gathering his demonic internal qi throughout his body into his palm and thrusting it forward horizontally!

Boom!

Pfft!

Ye Zhilong's fighting style is always the same—even if he hard‑blocks an opponent's move, he's confident his strike will definitely land on the enemy!

Trading wound for wound is foolish?

No, it's his absolute confidence in his own strength!

He truly is a bold hero!

Both sides retreated several meters violently; Ye Zhilong's face turned pale for a moment then returned to normal, while at this moment Yan Buji had a large hole appear in his shoulder!

If it weren't for Yan Buji desperation‑driven strike of the Great Demon Palm Imprint, causing the attack to veer slightly, right now Ye Zhilong's spear tip would already be bearing his head!

Buddhist Sect's Demon-Subduing Seal Method? No, your demonic internal skill is truly formidable; you can actually reverse it and use demonic internal energy to activate Buddhist Sect martial arts?! Ye Zhilong's eyes lit up, and his opinion of Yan Buji improved somewhat.

Hmph, General Ye, do you really want to fight me to the death?!

You die, and I live. I suspect your demonic skill was cultivated by reversely practicing the Buddhist Sect's supreme internal art, the Ming King Suppress Prison Technique? Indeed impressive, you weren't even affected by that heart demon! Ye Zhilong's face turned solemn.

He had also heard that some Buddhist followers in the Xun Dao Territory, failing to gain insight into the Ming King Suppress Prison Technique, would reverse-cultivate to seek entry into hell to refine their Buddha nature, thereby breaking through the pass and fully mastering the Ming King Suppress Prison Technique.

But I never expected to see its power today on the body of a Heretical Path Heavenly Human Realm cultivator—truly, worldly affairs are unpredictable.

The Senior General knows quite a lot, but I don't know how long your blood marrow essence can remain stable?!

Yan Buji chuckled lightly; although most of the time in their earlier clash it had been blow for blow, his Absorption Yuan Hand was not completely without effect on him.

Moreover, in the midst of the fierce battle he had no time to circulate his qi and blood through the heavenly circuit; the opponent's qi and blood were clearly about to run wild, undoubtedly due to the activation of Yan Buji's Absorption Yuan Hand ability!

Ye Zhilong chuckled: "In my lifetime, the moments when my qi and blood run wild are only more, not fewer; do you think battlefield slaughter in the army is the same as fighting you jianghu martial artists?"

In an instant, Ye Zhilong actually didn't care at all that his qi and blood had completely run wild!

At this moment, Ye Zhilong's helmet exploded open, the black hair streaming out fluttering without wind, rising along the surging crimson qi flow!

In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhilong's body swelled several sizes, yet he did not collapse when his qi and blood ran wild; instead, his aura grew even stronger!

Yan Buji's pupils contracted, a flash of shock crossing his eyes.

This....

"Let you see how our army's martial artists truly face and slay the enemy! Hahaha ah ha!!" Accompanying Ye Zhilong's loud laughter, Yan Buji suddenly felt a tremendous pressure as if a mountain weighed upon him!