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Chapter 108 Fierce Battle in the Restaurant

The blood in Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua's bodies seemed to freeze in that instant.

The sect leader's message had barely arrived when this deadly demon came knocking on our door!

"Blood God Cult! Are you from the Blood God Cult?" Ji Beichuan took a step forward, shielding the somewhat frail Zhang Xianghua behind him.

His blood and qi surged like a furnace, unleashing the terrifying power of the eighth level of Body Tempering, "Condensing Marrow and Blood," without reservation. The air within three feet of him became scorching and distorted, forcing back the chilling aura.

"Oh? You do have some knowledge." Blood Raven looked at Ji Beichuan with great interest, as if admiring a treasure that was about to be acquired.

"Since you know about our Blood God Cult, then obediently surrender and you'll suffer less physical pain. My 'Blood Nerve' loves your kind of vigorous 'medicine'!"

Before the words were finished, Blood Raven's figure suddenly blurred, turning into a blood-red afterimage, its speed almost exceeding the range of the Qi Refining stage.

He formed his five fingers into claws, and a half-foot-long, blood-red glint shot out from his fingertips, carrying a strong, pungent stench, aimed straight at Ji Beichuan's heart!
This claw strike is insidious and ruthless; if it lands firmly, the victim would likely be drained of their life force in an instant.

"You're courting death!" Ji Beichuan's eyes widened, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

He knew full well that retreating in the face of such heretical practices meant certain death. The only way was to overcome softness with strength and defeat cleverness with power.

He poured all the physical strength he had honed to the extreme through the "Furnace Manual" into his right fist, and without any fancy moves, he simply and domineeringly met the attack with a punch.

The wind howled as the fist struck, the powerful and domineering energy of the fist colliding violently with the cold, blood-red claw.

"Oh!"

With a deafening roar, the wooden walls of the private room were shattered into pieces by the shockwave, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Blood Raven's sinister smile froze instantly. He felt an incomprehensible, terrifying power emanating from the opponent's fist, shattering everything in its path and disintegrating his prized Blood Fiend Claw.

He was thrown backward by the force and slammed hard against the wall behind him, his arm going numb.

"How is this possible! What kind of power is this!" Blood Raven's mind was in turmoil. He had never imagined that a mortal without even spiritual power could have such domineering physical strength.

But he was, after all, a renowned evil cultivator with extensive experience in combat.

Frustrated by his initial attack, he was not afraid at all; instead, he became even more excited. With a flick of his body, he vanished from his spot like a ghost, and at the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a thick cloud of blood-red mist that instantly spread out, enveloping the entire private room and even half of the corridor.

This blood mist is not only highly poisonous, but it can also corrupt one's soul; it is one of his signature skills.

"Old Ji, be careful, there's something strange about this fog!" Zhang Xianghua reacted quickly. Without hesitation, he immediately took out two antidote pills from his pocket, swallowed one himself, and stuffed the other into Ji Beichuan's mouth.

These were all specially prepared for them by the sect leader before his departure, just in case.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a cool sensation flowed throughout the body, completely dissolving the fishy-sweet poison that had invaded the body.

"A mere trick, yet you dare to show off!" Ji Beichuan's blood and qi surged, as if a furnace of blood and qi had been ignited around him, evaporating all the blood mist that approached.

"Heh heh, still gotta be stubborn." Blood Raven's voice came from all directions, elusive and uncertain. "I'll see if your bones are just as hard!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the pervasive blood mist began to writhe and condense violently, instantly transforming into more than a dozen fist-sized, hideous, blood-red skulls that emitted shrill screams and lunged at the two from all directions.

"Old Zhang, smash these damn things!" Ji Beichuan roared, his eyes flashing like lightning, completely ignoring the harassment from the skulls.
Instead, he locked onto the densest shadow in the blood mist, pushed off the ground with both legs, and charged straight towards the Blood Raven's hiding place like a tiger.

He knew very well that to deal with this evil cultivator, he had to get close! Face to face! Smash him into a pulp with his fists!
"Leave it to me!" Zhang Xianghua roared in response. Instead of charging forward like Ji Beichuan, he took a heavy cloth bag off his back and slammed it to the ground!
"Bang!"

The cloth bundle was unfurled, revealing dozens of bluestone slabs of varying sizes, their edges polished quite sharp. Zhang Xianghua shook his arms, his blood and qi surging forth. The heavy bluestone slabs seemed to come alive, roaring into the sky and transforming into deadly gray whirlwinds, precisely meeting the oncoming blood-red skulls at incredibly tricky angles.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of dull thuds echoed through the blood mist. Those seemingly ferocious skulls were as fragile as eggs before the stone slab that Zhang Xianghua had poured all his strength into. They were smashed into pieces in mid-air and turned back into pools of blood mist.

This was precisely the battle strategy Zhang Xianghua had painstakingly devised. Lacking suitable magical artifacts, he would use the purest power to transform the most ordinary, readily available stones into the most deadly weapons!
Upon seeing this, Blood Raven's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was filled with unimaginable horror.

What kind of monsters are these two?

One was as brave as a tiger, with unparalleled strength, like a humanoid beast; the other was as calm as a mountain, with seemingly crude methods, yet simple and effective to the extreme!
Is this still a mortal martial artist? He's even more troublesome than those Qi Refining disciples in sects who specialize in combat.

"It seems I really can't keep you here unless I show you my true skills!" Blood Raven's eyes blazed with ferocity. He no longer held back, and a terrifying pressure far exceeding that of the Qi Refining stage erupted from his body like a flood bursting its banks!
Foundation building period!
This Blood Raven is actually a genuine early Foundation Establishment cultivator!

He had been hiding his true strength all along!

The immense spiritual pressure, like an invisible mountain, pressed down heavily on Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua. The two felt their bones groan, their blood flow slow, and their movements instantly stiffen.

"Die! It is your honor to die under my 'Blood River Whip'!" Blood Raven seized the opportunity and a blood-red whip wrapped in countless vengeful spirits and black energy appeared out of thin air in his hand.

With a sinister grin, he flicked his wrist, and a bloody shadow as thick as a bucket, carrying a nauseating stench and the screams of countless wronged souls, descended upon the immobile Ji Beichuan!

This strike contained the full power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. If it landed squarely, even if Ji Beichuan's physical body was incredibly strong, he would be instantly obliterated, leaving not even a trace behind.

"Old Ji!" Zhang Xianghua's eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to rush forward to help, but he was pinned to the spot by the terrifying pressure of the Foundation Establishment stage, and even moving a finger became a luxury.

This is the crushing power of different realms!

Faced with absolute power, all skills seem so pale and powerless.

At the critical moment, a flash of madness and determination appeared in Ji Beichuan's eyes. He roared, and the blood and qi in his body burned wildly without regard for the cost, and a thick, earth-yellow light, as heavy as the earth itself, suddenly shone on his chest!

It's the inner shell of a black tortoise!
A mid-grade Xuan-level defensive magic weapon bestowed by the sect leader!
"boom!"

The crimson beam of light collided violently with the earthen-yellow light, producing a deafening roar.

The entire restaurant shook violently in the terrifying collision, beams broke, tiles flew everywhere, and it seemed as if it would collapse at any moment.

The inner shell of the Xuan Turtle on Ji Beichuan's body flashed wildly, then dimmed instantly, but it still managed to barely block the fatal blow.

Even so, the terrifying impact still penetrated the inner armor and slammed into his chest.

Ji Beichuan felt as if his internal organs had been displaced, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of scalding blood, his face turning as pale as paper in an instant.

"A Xuan-rank magic artifact?" A fierce glint of greed and jealousy flashed in Blood Raven's eyes. "Mere mortals, yet they possess such a treasure for protection! It seems your so-called sect leader truly values ​​you!"

"However, I'd like to see how many more times your tortoise shell can hold out!"

Blood Raven sneered and swung his whip again. A crimson power, even more intense and solid than before, began to condense, and the aura of death enveloped the entire space.

Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua both felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

Finished!

(End of this chapter)