Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Then, the old man, holding the Qi sword, blocked the entrance, his expression more relaxed than ever before, and he frankly accepted the worst possible outcome.

"Just like back then, I'll kill everyone except you. I guess... the amount of Qi won't matter anymore, right?"

"boom--!"

A bloody battle broke out, seemingly against the onslaught of their sect rivals, as they began hunting down the elite of the Quanxing faction.

The more Qi is consumed, the faster it gets...

The number of corpses on the ground continued to increase. It seemed that Chong and the Poison Man's strength was completely outmatched in the courtyard. Whether they were fighting each other or hunting down others, it would be a piece of cake for them.

Gradually, blood flowed like a river, and shattered limbs were scattered everywhere, piling up like small mountains.

The number of people who can stand in the courtyard is decreasing rapidly.

Half an hour later, only four people survived.

In the ruins, he appeared to have lost an arm, was covered in blood, and leaned against a rock.

He was breathing heavily, his face was pale, and he looked completely exhausted. He could not even maintain his state of being at the second level of Reverse Life.

Not far away, the poisoner, whose body was twisted and whose bones were shattered, grabbed the thin young man by the throat.

The black energy seeped into the flesh and blood, causing the latter to let out a mournful howl. Its skin aged rapidly, and its vitality was completely plundered.

"call...."

The poisoned man finally clung to his last breath and slowly recovered, but he was covered in blood.

Both sides fought to the point of exhaustion.

At this moment, the one-eyed man, who had initially been severely injured by Si Chong, staggered to his feet.

His face was fierce, and he dragged his crippled body toward Si Chong with a terrifying smile:

"Old man, have you reached your limit?"

"If I cut off your dog's head, let's see how it grows back!"

"boom!!!"

No sooner had he finished uttering those harsh words than, using the little strength he had left, he picked up a pebble and hurled it.

The stone pierced the one-eyed man's abdomen, and the excruciating pain that went deep into his soul caused him to kneel on the ground again, howling in agony.

"Cough cough..."

His vision seemed to be blurry. He weakly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and then struggled to get up.

"Zhao...Wuyuan...it's time for you to go."

Bathing in the sunlight, the excruciating pain of the wound was greatly relieved.

As if on the verge of death, he was still gathering the last of his vital energy, preparing to unleash a killing blow and kill the Poison Man in one fell swoop.

"Kill me? Hmph, after you die, the little guy outside won't be able to hold on either."

"Trinity... is doomed."

The poisonous man let out a long, mournful sigh.

He was covered in wounds, half of his body was almost blown apart, but supported by hatred, he slowly stood up and gripped the bone sword tightly.

"Come!"

"Let's fight one more round, and then we'll go to the Yellow Springs together."

In their final moments of lucidity, the two abandoned everything and charged at each other once more!

Chapter 11 He Appeared Like a God

wilderness.

The sky was vast and the clouds stretched for thousands of miles.

The sun hung high in the azure sky, and deep within the sea of ​​clouds, a fierce wind raged and howled, with a streak of silver light flashing by in an instant.

After experiencing the changing of day and night and witnessing the sunrise and sunset, Lu Jin was filled with emotion, and his admiration for the young man beside him reached a level that could not be described in words.

Traversing the void, one can survey the mountains and rivers of the nine provinces; the vastness of heaven and earth is but a grain of sand in the ocean.

Is this the height one can reach by cultivating against the odds to the extreme?

His white hair was tousled and fluttering in the strong wind. Lu Jin gazed into the distance, looking down at the boundless green mountains and yellow earth. The rising mountain range and the winding Jing River were like swimming dragons, sleeping deep underground. He had never seen such a magnificent view.

This was even more shocking than when he first saw imported goods such as rickshaws, telephones, and cameras as a child.

However, Lu Jin noticed that Jiang Mo's face was as heavy and oppressive as dark clouds before a storm.

"Uncle-Master... how far are we?" he asked cautiously.

"almost."

Jiang Mo stared at the flickering flame of Qi in his palm, which was growing thinner and thinner, as if it might go out at any moment.

This clearly indicates that Senior Brother Si Chong's life is on the verge of collapse.

"The situation is worse than we imagined..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin stared at the gradually weakening white flame, filled with unease.

Recalling his uncle's explanation of "one Qi in the human world" last night, his mind was struck as if by a bolt from the blue, and he guessed some terrible news.

"Could it be... that Uncle-Master Si Chong was ambushed by demons and is on the verge of death?"

"Yes, we need to speed things up."

Jiang Mo nodded, his five fingers closing up to protect that fragile flame deep within his palm.

Immediately, he formed a hand seal with his right hand, and the blue energy around him became even more intense. The energy clouds beneath their feet then fled into the distance.

"boom!!!"

A silvery light stretched across the sky and disappeared at the horizon.

......

In the ruins of the Liu family estate, two dying, bloodied figures stood facing each other on opposite sides.

The poisoner's eyes were dim, his breath was faint, and his body was covered in shattered flesh, with almost no intact parts.

His head drooped, most of his left side was gone, and his withered chest had been pierced by a hand chop, leaving a hideous hole with rotting flesh and white bones intertwined within.

"It seems... Chong... is quite capable."

The deep voice was like a curse from a demon. The poisoner's forehead bone shattered, blood trickling from his brow. He trembled and swayed, unwilling to fall.

A dozen meters away, a white robe appeared to be severely torn, stained thoroughly with the blood of both the powerful enemy and himself.

His limbs were covered with wounds of all sizes, and even his right eye was blown apart in the fierce battle.

A jet-black palm print seeped into his chest cavity, like a deadly attack, causing his skin to rot and wither.

With his arm severed and leg bones shattered, he seemed to have no strength left to move. He stood there like an iron sculpture.

My vision gradually became blurry and dim, and I didn't even have the strength to breathe.

On his deathbed, Si Chong seemed to be filled with mixed emotions of regret and relief, his turbid tears mingling with blood as they slid down his cheeks.

The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone began to numb, and the body, riddled with wounds, reached its limit of endurance.

In a daze, the bitter and tortuous experiences of the past flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

Looking up blankly, he found himself back in the central courtyard of the Sanyi Dao Palace, where a sky-reaching staircase, shrouded in mist and stretching into the void, was right before him.

He looked up and saw an old but upright figure.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked back sobs, calling out in a broken voice, "Senior Brother..."

The figure on the steps turned slightly.

"Does it seem like a clash?"

The man's face was withered, his eyes dim, yet he smiled kindly, as if sighing with helplessness and understanding.

There was no blame, only a soft whisper: "Never mind... I don't blame you..."

These were the last words Si Chong heard before he died. He wanted to respond, but he couldn't open his mouth.

The next second, consciousness was plunged into endless darkness.

"boom!"

At the same moment, on the ruins of the Liu family's residence, two blood-stained figures fell to the ground one after the other.

The one-eyed man stood up painfully from the collapsed stone steps in front of the house. He used a piece of tattered cloth to bandage the bloody hole in his abdomen to temporarily alleviate the injury.

Looking at the two mutilated bodies in front of him, still retaining a faint breath, and fearing the previous lesson, he dared not approach. Instead, he dragged his weak steps to the doorway and snatched the foreign gun from the corpse's hand.

Leaning against the leaning beam, the one-eyed man's face was fierce. After reloading, he first raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed it at Si Chong.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he hesitated.

Recalling the horrifying scene of his companion being drained alive by the poisoner, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he could hardly suppress the fear in his heart; even his breathing became rapid.

Although the poisonous man lay there, he posed no threat whatsoever.

But his intuition, honed by years of teetering on the brink of death, repeatedly reminded him that if he didn't get rid of this freak, he too would face certain death today.

Sure enough, a commotion came from the ruins. Several surviving poisonous insects crawled out from the corner, burrowed towards the poisonous man's mouth and nose, and dissipated into wisps of blood mist.

"Click..."

The poisoner's finger twitched, as if he had regained consciousness.

Seeing this, the one-eyed man's unease intensified, and he began to make plans in his mind.

Si Chong's death doesn't guarantee his safety; but if the poisoner dies, he at least has a chance to behead Si Chong or escape.

After weighing the pros and cons, the one-eyed man decided to kill the elder of the Quanxing sect first.

"Excuse my rudeness, please take care."

The gun was aimed at the poisoner's head. "Bang—!" A streak of fire flashed past, piercing straight through the skull and killing him instantly.

With the threat removed, the one-eyed man's tense nerves were finally able to relax.

"Hey, I didn't expect to win in the end!"

A surge of relief, joy, and a sense of accomplishment rose within him.

"Your turn, old man."

Just as the one-eyed man pointed his gun at Si Chong, a deafening roar came from the sky, like thunder.

"Ok?"

He was momentarily taken aback, drawn by the unusual movement, and subconsciously looked up, his excited smile freezing in his eyes.

The one-eyed man witnessed the most shocking scene of his life.

A silvery light tore through the clouds, revealing two white-haired figures swirling in blue-white aura, like gods looking down upon the mortal world.

"The third level of rebirth...?!"

The moment this thought crossed his mind, the one-eyed man's limbs stiffened, his mind went blank, and he trembled with fear.

"call out--!"

Without any delay, Jiang Mo descended from the sky like a raging bolt of lightning, creating a sharp sonic boom, and appeared in front of the one-eyed man in an instant at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

He raised his right hand, locked onto the head, and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

"Bang!!!"

The one-eyed man, who was arrogant and smug just a second ago, along with the wall and door behind him, was blasted into a cloud of blood mist and dust by a terrifying palm force.

Chapter 12 Life hangs on a thread

In the Liu family courtyard, the houses collapsed, and hundreds of cracks caused by the sword energy shattered the ground and stones.

An overwhelming stench of blood surged forth, and in the entire battlefield, only two figures could be vaguely discerned as human shapes.

The rest were all destroyed in the fierce battle; not even a complete corpse could be found, scattered everywhere.