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"Who are you?"

The gray-clad man, Liu Xing'an, looked at Su Changqing with cold, sinister eyes, a dangerous glint in them.

"My surname is Niu, and I am the ghostwriter of Zhuifeng Tower. Let Xue Wuyai come out; I want his head."

Su Changqing said calmly.

Xue Wuyai's head is worth a thousand taels of silver. Moreover, by completing this mission, Su Changqing can obtain a secret medicine to assist martial artists in cultivating at the Divine Power Realm through the channels of Mingxin Tower.

"Catch...the person who stole the knife?"

The Hou family members were shocked, worried that after the Blood Cloud Bandits dealt with the Niu-surnamed martial artist, they would be implicated and killed by the Blood Cloud Bandits to vent their anger!

"Another ghostwriter? What a fool!"

Upon hearing Su Changqing introduce himself, the gray-clad man's lips curled into a smile.

Most of the Blood Cloud Bandits were on the wanted list, and many people came to them seeking help, but they all ended up as their victims!

"Hmph! You dare come looking for us alone? Today we'll skin you alive!"

Seven or eight figures darted through the trees, one of them letting out a cold laugh—the other Blood Cloud Bandits who had heard the commotion.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of whooshing sounds rang out from the bushes beside Su Changqing. A few cold stars flashed, and those were steel nails that could penetrate bone. In the hands of a master of hidden weapons, they could pierce through tough leather armor, muscles, and bones!

Su Changqing's expression remained unchanged. With a flick of his wide robe, he unleashed his inner strength, which swirled like a rotating shield.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

A series of sounds of steel nails hitting the ground followed. The steel nails that were shot at him were actually knocked to the ground by Su Changqing's sleeve, while his sleeve was completely undamaged!

This is one of the wonderful uses of hidden strength. It is like iron wrapped in cotton, and steel within softness. With the support of hidden strength, even soft sleeves can seem to transform into a steel whip.

call!

As Su Changqing knocked down the steel nail, the gray-clad man, Liu Xing'an, silently approached him like a ghost. His eyes were cold, and his five fingers were clenched together, aiming fiercely at Su Changqing's heart!

Liu Xing'an himself possessed the cultivation level of the Inner Strength Realm. His five fingers were soaked in secret medicine for many years, making them as hard as iron. With the support of his strength, he could disembowel a person alive.

Raging Bull Fist - Earth-Shaking Stance!

However, when facing Liu Xing'an's attack, Su Changqing's seemingly simple and direct punch unleashed an unparalleled divine power. Even before the punch arrived, it generated a strong sense of pressure, causing the air to distort!

"Divine Power Realm!"

The overwhelming sense of power made Liu Xing'an's pupils shrink slightly, realizing that this swordsman was no ordinary person. But at this moment, he could only grit his teeth and push his blood and strength to the limit, hoping to withstand Su Changqing's attack.

"Crack!"

As palm and fist collided, the once invincible killing move exploded with a loud bang under Su Changqing's punch, which contained hidden strength. Liu Xing'an groaned as he felt an unstoppable shockwave strike him, and his finger bones, palm bones, wrist bones, arm bones... shattered inch by inch!

"what!"

Liu Xing'an let out a shrill scream as the bones in his arm shattered beyond recognition. His body tumbled and crashed to the ground like a kite with a broken string, coughing up blood repeatedly, unable to get up for a long time.

"A mere Refining Realm cultivator... dares to attack me?" Su Changqing sneered.

Before he reached the Divine Power Realm, Su Changqing already had an overwhelming advantage over ordinary Refining Realm martial artists. After reaching the Divine Power Realm, his physical body underwent a second development, and his physique became more than twice as strong as before. When facing Refining Realm martial artists, he could completely crush them one-sidedly!

"Third brother!"

The other Blood Cloud Bandits couldn't help but exclaim in surprise; in just one exchange, they had lost one of their men.

"Wow...so strong! This martial artist surnamed Niu defeated this thug with a single blow?"

The Hou family members were shocked by what they saw. The gray-clad man, Liu Xing'an, had killed one of them with a single blow, but he was almost half-dead in a single exchange with Su Changqing!

"Excellent tactic! With such strength, why make things difficult for us?"

A sound of praise rang out, and a man in blood-stained clothes walked out of the Shanjun Temple. He looked at Su Changqing from afar, but his voice seemed to be right next to him.

This was a man dressed in a blood-red robe, with a pale face and an eerie appearance. His triangular eyes gleamed with a dangerous light like a venomous snake, and being stared at by him would make one feel uneasy!

"Blood Without Boundaries!"

Having previously reviewed the information about the Blood Cloud Bandits, Su Changqing immediately recognized the man in red as Xue Wuyai, the leader of the Blood Cloud Bandits and his primary target for this trip.

Upon hearing Xue Wuyai's words, Su Changqing said calmly, "Xue Wuyai, your head is worth a thousand taels of silver. I'd like to borrow it."

"Arrogant and conceited! He couldn't kill me when I encountered a martial artist at the Divine Might Realm, let alone you!"

Upon hearing this, a dangerous glint flashed in Xue Wuya's eyes.

A martial artist at the Divine Power Realm is known as a match for a hundred men on the battlefield, but more than one martial artist at the Divine Power Realm has died at the hands of Xue Wuyai!

Even when the Blood Cloud Bandit Gang was pursued by a Divine Might Realm warrior, despite suffering heavy losses, Xue Wuyai was still able to lead several of his elite men to escape. Even if the swordsman in front of him is quite strong, as long as he is not in the Divine Might Realm, Xue Wuyai is confident that he can deal with him.

"Chief, he's the only one who came; we mustn't let him get away!"

The remaining seven or eight warriors of the Blood Cloud Bandits subtly formed a circle around Su Changqing, with one of the lean men speaking in a chilling voice.

Xue Wuyai's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Su Changqing was unwilling to give up, so he didn't waste any more words and directly made his move.

"scold!"

Xue Wuyai suddenly let out a sharp shout from his throat. The sound was like a demonic sound, directly entering people's brains. Su Changqing even felt a slight dizziness. In that instant, Xue Wuyai took the initiative and, like a blood-red bat, crossed several feet and slammed a palm towards Su Changqing's chest!

Raging Bull Fist!

Without hesitation, Su Changqing condensed his fist energy and unleashed a powerful and heavy Bull Fist to meet Xue Wuyai's palm.

"Bang!"

The air around them trembled as their fists and palms collided.

"Um?"

A hint of surprise appeared in Su Changqing's eyes. In his perception, Xue Wuyai's palm strike was extremely yin and mysterious. It actually generated a rotating force in the palm, which reversed the direction of his punch as it rotated violently, seemingly using the force against him and trying to break his wrist!

Su Changqing immediately planted his feet firmly on the ground to stabilize his center of gravity. The internal energy in his meridians quickly condensed and transformed into a shockwave, which was released to resist the strangulation force of Xue Wuyai's palm.

"Crackling! Crackling!"

The two forces collided in the air, producing a series of cracking sounds. The invisible energy swept through, causing dust to fly everywhere.

"Such domineering fist force! How can it withstand the palm force of my Blood Fiend Palm?"

Feeling the immense shock emanating from Su Changqing's fist, Xue Wuyai couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

Xue Wuyai's palm strike is subtle yet vicious, a spiraling, strangling force that not only has extremely strong penetrating power but can also snap the enemy's bones. If any other martial artist were to exchange blows with him, their arm would be twisted into a pretzel in an instant!

A bloodthirsty excitement appeared on Xue Wuyai's face; he wanted to drink the blood of the strong!

Blood Fiend Palm. Blood Net of Heaven!

Then, Xue Wuyai's wide robes fluttered, and his palm strikes were as swift as lightning, creating countless palm shadows that resembled a net covering the sky, all aimed at Su Changqing's entire body.

Each palm strike carries a spiraling, strangling force; if you get hit by one, your muscles and bones will be twisted into a knot!

Su Changqing unleashed the Wild Bull Fist. Although the three forces of rushing, shaking, and striking were straightforward, Su Changqing had already honed them to the point of being able to control them at will.

"Bang bang bang!"

Every time the two experts at the Divine Power Realm clashed, a deafening roar erupted, and the force of their energy swept across the ground, causing the sand and soil to tumble and roll in all directions!