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Chapter 612 The Three Pure Ones (Part 1)

That power surging from the depths of his heart was so intense.

Li San had never experienced or understood this before, but that did not prevent him from instinctively driving it.

Like a mad beast, he squeezed out broken hoarse sounds from his throat, his body propelled by this invisible force, and threw his first punch of his life at the blond youth.

The force called "Magnetic Field Rotation" pushed the repulsive force between him and the earth to its peak the moment he threw his punch.

The speed of this punch exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive, and it was completely beyond the blond youth's expectations.

Before the sneer on his face had faded, a rapidly enlarging, mud-covered fist was reflected in his pupils, leaving him momentarily paralyzed with horror.

However, before the fist could land, two dark figures appeared like ghosts between Li San and the blond youth.

Those were the two guards who had been standing by his side the whole time. Their reaction was as fast as lightning. One of them stretched out his arm and accurately blocked Li San's fist, while the other raised his boot and kicked him hard in the stomach.

"boom!"

With a heavy thud, Li San was kicked away again, crashing heavily to the ground, his newly gathered strength instantly dissipating.

"Oh dear, that really startled me."

The blond youth clutched his chest, his face regaining its condescending, mocking expression. He slowly stepped forward, placing one foot on the back of Li San's head and grinding it forcefully into the dirt.
"What's wrong, my savior? Are you angry already? It seems you're still not satisfied with my repayment."

Li San remained unmoved, seemingly oblivious to the excruciating pain and humiliation emanating from his head.

He simply raised his eyelids and stared intently at the blond youth with his bloodshot eyes, which were filled with dirt and despair.

There was no longer any pleading or pain in his eyes, only a pure, extreme anger that seemed to want to drag the other person into the deepest hell.

Stared at like that, the blond youth felt a sudden pang of fear and a chill run down his spine.

He frowned, increased the pressure on his feet, and grinned maliciously:
"You dare glare at me? Looks like you won't give up until you see your lover turned into a delicious dish!"

As he spoke, he raised his other hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and grabbed at Ahua's neck, who was being held in mid-air.

However, before his hand could even touch Ahua's skin, a line of blood suddenly splattered out in front of him without warning.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain came from his right shoulder.

"what--!"

The blond youth let out a piercing scream, looking down to see that his entire right arm had been severed at the shoulder, blood gushing out like a fountain. The severed arm was still clutching Ah Hua, falling to the ground together.

The two guards in front of him were startled and immediately assumed a defensive posture, looking around for the attacker. But apart from the flickering campfire and the kneeling crowd, there was nothing around.

They didn't see anyone make a move at all!
The next moment, they belatedly realized that a tall man had appeared in front of them without them noticing.

The man was dressed in simple linen clothes, with an ordinary face, but his eyes were as deep as the night that could devour everything.

He stood there quietly, as if he had always been there, only now allowing others to see him.

Before the two guards could even issue a warning, the man had already moved.

He simply swung his fist casually, the movement as simple as shooing away a fly.

The sound of fists colliding with heads was dull, like smashing a ripe watermelon. One of the guards' heads exploded on the spot, red and white matter scattering everywhere.

Just as the other guard's eyes showed fear, the man's second punch landed on his face, with the same result.

The robed mage of all races finally reacted, raising his staff in horror and rapidly chanting incantations. However, before he could utter the first syllable, an invisible crack appeared out of thin air, stretching from the tip of the staff all the way to the top of his head.

The staff and the mage, along with his magnificent robes, silently shattered into several pieces and scattered on the ground.

That wasn't all. The expressions on the faces of the other armed servants from various races in the camp, frozen between mockery and cruelty, changed in the next instant...
Their bodies, like overinflated sacs, exploded one after another, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist, illuminated by the campfire, gave this hellish landscape an even more eerie and sinister feel.

The kneeling humans below were stunned by this horrifying scene.

Looking at that towering, godlike, and demonic man, with his human appearance so similar to their own, they felt an insurmountable chasm originating from a fundamental level of existence.

"It really is... disgusting."

After the man finished all this, it was as if he had only crushed a few insects.

His deep voice betrayed no emotion, yet it sent a chill down the spines of all the survivors present. He turned his head, his gaze falling on the blond youth clutching his severed arm, groaning on the ground.

"You...you, don't come any closer!"

The blond youth was terrified and scrambled backward, his crotch quickly becoming soaked.

"Ah."

Seeing this, the man's lips curled into a cold smile. He ignored the good-for-nothing and walked towards Li San, who was being trampled on the ground, extending his hand to him.

A warm current enveloped Li San's body, and the broken arm bones were coming back together at an incredible speed, with flesh writhing and reorganizing.

In the blink of an eye, all the injuries had healed as if they had never happened.

"He's yours."

The man withdrew his hand and spoke in a calm tone to Li San, who was still somewhat bewildered as he got up from the ground.

Li San subconsciously moved his arm, which had fully recovered, and then looked at Ahua, who had just gotten up from the ground and was still in shock. Finally, his gaze fell on the trembling blond youth.

He walked step by step toward the blond youth.

"Um... um, my savior, no, my lord! My lord, please let me explain! It's all a misunderstanding! I... I didn't mean to..."

As Li San approached step by step, the blond youth felt fear for the first time and begged for mercy incoherently.

However, at this moment, Li San felt no pity whatsoever. He pounced on the young man, pinning him to the ground and straddling him, then began to hurl punches at him relentlessly.

He poured the blood and tears accumulated over three generations, the sacrifice of his elder brother Li Da, the despair of A Hua, and the humiliation and lamentation of all humanity in this era into his fist.

Each punch was accompanied by the dull thud of bones shattering and the tearing sound of flesh and blood being ripped apart.

"Alright, he's dead."

After an unknown amount of time, a hand gently rested on Li San's shoulder, stopping his mechanical and frantic movements. Continuing was pointless.

Li San looked up and saw the man's calm, still eyes.

"Third Brother!"

"Third brother!"

Li Er and Li Si rushed out from the crowd and hugged the blood-covered Li San tightly from both sides. The three embraced each other, sobbing uncontrollably.

The matter came to an end, and nearly a thousand people from the two surviving human tribes knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to the man.

Li San also learned the name of the person who had saved them all from his two brothers.

His name is Qi.

(End of this chapter)