Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes met, and their killing intent intensified, showing no mercy.

The shadowy figure moved like a knife, darting back and forth beside Tang Ritian. With each flash, it inflicted new wounds—claw marks crisscrossed the area, blood gushed out, and the wounds were deep enough to expose the bone.

Lightning followed closely, like a festering sore. With each strike, the wound instantly charred and turned black, filling the air with a pungent stench, the blood evaporated by the intense heat!

"I'm cutting off your arm today as a warning."

As the sound of spring water subsided, lightning surged from his palm, crackling and popping, and a longsword forged from lightning took shape in his hand—electric pythons swirled along its blade, and lightning bolts flickered from its tip!

Before the words were even finished, the sword had already been drawn!

laugh--!

Lightning flashed like a waterfall, sweeping past in a flash.

A muffled groan suddenly rose as Tang Ritian's right arm was severed at the shoulder, the cut charred and curled, the blood not even having a chance to spurt before it was burned away by the remaining lightning!

boom--!

Lin Quan kicked him in the ribs.

Tang Ritian flew out like a sandbag, crashing heavily onto the bluestone steps twenty paces away, sending shards of stone flying and dust billowing into the sky.

puff……

He fell backward, his Martial Soul True Body disintegrating inch by inch, turning into specks of dissipating golden light that slowly vanished in the wind.

His entire body jolted violently, as if struck in the chest by a massive hammer. His aura dissipated rapidly like a tidal wave, and he spat out a thick, scarlet jet of blood.

At this moment, Lin Quan loosely clenched his five fingers and grabbed the severed arm from a distance. Before the severed arm even hit the ground, he had already firmly grasped it in his palm.

His mind immediately focused, and his wrist trembled slightly—

The severed limb in his palm suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist that scattered in a flurry.

Before the mist had dissipated, a piece of ancient, jade-like bone, with its simple and ancient patterns, lay quietly in his palm.

This is one of the two Haotian Sect inherited soul bones in Tang Ritian's body, a power-type soul bone formed from 90,000 years of cultivation!

His gaze shifted and landed on Tang Ritian, who had been kicked and sent flying in the distance.

Blood gushed from the severed part of his right arm, and coupled with the previous severe injuries, his soul power collapsed like a sand tower, and his cultivation level plummeted—from level ninety-five all the way down, finally stopping at around level eighty-five.

Even though he is not dead, his very essence is shattered, his meridians are burned, and his internal organs have shifted. If no one comes to his aid within three days, his cultivation level will likely drop several more levels, or even his foundation will be completely destroyed.

"snort."

Lin Quan glanced coldly at Tang Ritian, who was slumped on the ground with his severed arm dripping blood, and let out a short, cold snort, but did not make another move.

He knew perfectly well that this person had the mark of the Asura God King between his eyebrows, and to kill him all now would be tantamount to tearing open the sky and provoking the God King's wrath.

Right now, he doesn't want to disturb that being who reigns supreme in the heavens.

So he flicked his sleeves and simply said, "Let's go."

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Three figures, like streaks of light tearing through the night, instantly darted dozens of feet away and vanished in the blink of an eye from Tang Ritian's blurry vision.

puff--

Tang Ritian watched the three of them walk away, and he couldn't forget Lin Quan's last glance before he left—contemptuous and indifferent, as if he were looking at an ant with broken wings.

His anger burned, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and another mouthful of scalding blood gushed out.

His cultivation level of 85, which he had just stabilized, suddenly became unstable again, and his aura plummeted until he reached 80 before he could barely stop the decline.

"I...can't die..."

"The mistress...the mistress is still waiting for me...to collect my debts..."

Tang Ritian, whose face was ashen and whose breath was barely a whisper, seemed to be forcibly pulled back to the mortal realm by an obsession. His throat gurgled, and his arms trembled as he supported himself on the ground, leaning to one side, and slowly stood up.

Although he dropped fifteen levels, he was still a Title Douluo—as long as his inner fire didn't go out and he had a breath left, want to die? Not so easy!

He staggered and turned around, dragging his mangled body, leaving bloody footprints with each step, as he struggled to move towards Shrek Academy.

Meanwhile, Lin Quan and his two companions had already run several miles away.

He opened his palm, weighed the warm, glowing soul bone in his hand, and casually tossed it, which landed precisely in the old poisoner's hand.

"Old Poisoner, this 90,000-year-old power-type soul bone comes from a direct descendant of the Haotian Sect."

"Consider this trip to Xingluo as payment."

The old poison master instinctively caught it, his fingertips touching the bone's icy, bone-chilling texture, and he froze—

A treasure of the Blood River! A 90,000-year-old soul bone! Priceless, enough to make any soul master fight tooth and nail for it!

But Lin Quan didn't even blink before raising his hand and throwing it over.

Shock, astonishment, disbelief... all sorts of expressions surged across his deeply lined old face.

"This...this is really...for me?"

His voice trembled, and his tongue seemed to be tied in knots.

"It's just a 90,000-year-old bone of strength, which is of little use to us."

"You can keep it."

Seeing Lin Quan's resolute expression, the old poisoner no longer refused. With a flick of his sleeve, the soul bone quietly entered his bosom.

"Since you are so kind to me, young master, I will not beat around the bush."

"If you two ever need my assistance in the future, I will brave mountains of knives and seas of fire to answer to you!"

"Even if it's the forbidden area of ​​Martial Soul City, if you insist on venturing in, this old man will accompany you!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Quan smiled slightly but remained silent.

Yet, deep in his eyes, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashed by like a spark.

He helped the grandfather and grandson not only because of their past connection at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, but also because he was certain that the old poisoner was a man of his word, a man who kept his promises like iron.

A 90,000-year-old soul bone completely binds this old poisoner to the war chariot. Is it a huge profit or a risky gamble?

In Lin Quan's eyes, let alone a mere 90,000-year-old soul bone—

Even if it meant exchanging a 100,000-year-old soul bone for this old poisoner, it would still be a sure win!

"We're all family, what's there to be shy about? We're just helping each other out..."

"If Zhuqing ever comes to me in the future, the old poison master will just lend a hand."

Before he could finish speaking, Dugu Bo slapped his chest, his voice booming like thunder:

"Young master, rest assured! As long as I, Dugu Bo, have a breath left, I will never let Miss Zhuqing lose a single hair!"

Lin Quan glanced at him briefly, said nothing more, and simply raised his hand to press his shoulder firmly.

He then turned his head and gave Zhu Zhuqing a wink, and the two of them shifted their feet slightly, suddenly increasing their pace.

Dugu Bo was stunned for a moment, then immediately took to the air, his robes fluttering, and chased after him swiftly and decisively.

But my heart was churning with emotion—this bet might have been the right one!

Before I knew it, three days had slipped through my fingers.

They only paused briefly a few times along the way to eat some dry food and catch their breath. The rest of the time, the three of them walked briskly, their feet barely touching the ground.

At this moment, the outline of the Star Luo Empire finally came into view—

The majestic city walls rise abruptly from the ground, their black stone walls gleaming coldly, appearing even more imposing and imposing than those of Tiandou City.

"Star Luo City...we've arrived."

Lin Quan stopped and looked up, his voice low and heavy, carrying a hint of imperceptible solemnity.

As soon as he finished speaking, Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes and slowly nodded: "Indeed, it is even more imposing."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan's gaze had already quietly slid towards Zhu Zhuqing.

Although many years have passed, her eyebrows and eyes have become even more sharp, and her figure has gained an even more captivating and dashing air. However, the sharp aura that she was born with in the shape of her brow bone, the lines of her jaw, and even her waist and hips can be smelled by anyone who has seen the direct descendants of the Zhu family.