Shen Xiuhan used the rebounding force to twist in midair, thrusting his three-foot blue blade backward upside down!
【Flowing Cloud Swordplay: Cloud and Mist Pushing the Mountain】!
Behind him, Bai Xiuan had already closed in like a ghost. A terrifying, murderous light erupted from his eyes, and his mouth split into a grin, revealing stark white teeth:
“Little beast, die!”
A cloud of grayish-black mist arose beneath Bai Xiuan's feet. His footwork was as elusive as a ghost, interweaving illusion and reality as his figure shifted rapidly from left to right, making it impossible to pin down his true form.
Swish!
The edge of the blade grazed his lapel, merely slicing off a corner of the fabric. He managed to evade the rest of the surging sword-light by a hair's breadth!
Bai Xiuan sneered. Pressing his index and middle fingers together, with thick black mist swirling around his fingertips, he jabbed toward Shen Xiuhan's sword-wielding wrist.
The two streams of black mist twisted and deformed in midair, and in an instant, they actually transformed into two venomous black serpents with eerie scales and flared necks!
Flicking their tongues, the venomous serpents writhed their slimy bodies, opening their mouths wide on both sides to reveal their fangs as they lunged viciously to bite Shen Xiuhan's sword-wielding wrist!
Shen Xiuhan's eyelid twitched, and he cursed inwardly, What on earth is that?
He lightly stepped using 《Swift Swan, Swimming Dragon》, using the momentum to duck to the side.
But the two black snakes seemed to have eyes of their own, following him like shadows and refusing to let go.
Chaa! Chaa!
Two muffled impacts rang out!
Shen Xiuhan felt a slight numbness in his wrist.
On his skin, two pitch-black sunflower thorn patterns slowly emerged from where he had been struck.
Immediately after, the sunflower thorn patterns transformed into two black chains that rapidly spread along his meridians, firmly binding the vital acupoints throughout his body in an attempt to cut off the circulation of his internal force.
Facing this sudden tribulation, Shen Xiuhan did not panic at all; instead, a strange look flashed in his eyes.
Simply because...
The 『Mystic Ice Force』 residing in his acupoints seemed to have received some low-grade provocation and was already raring to go.
Without any conscious effort, a strand of overbearing cold force shot out like an ice dragon emerging from its cave, instantly lunging toward the two black sunflowers on his wrist.
This cold force was countless times purer than Bai Xiuan's dark, frigid palm force. Wherever it passed, the black mist dissolved rapidly like snow under a blazing sun.
After just two breaths!
The few sunflowers that had just begun to spread across Shen Xiuhan's arm dissolved into wisps of black mist and vanished into thin air.
“It's useless!”
From the side came Bai Xiuan's cold sneer. Still unaware of the anomaly, he was gloating:
“My divine ability is passed down from the ancient demonic sect, the 'Yin Sunflower Sect,' which is also the legacy of a Daoist Monarch. Although this 『Phantom Demon Finger』 is a low-tier technique, once hit, the dark, frigid qi will penetrate deep into your bones. That hand of yours is already—”
Boom!
A sonic boom was his only response!
The muscles in Shen Xiuhan's right arm swelled, and his large tendons bulged like coiled dragons, letting out a series of low, thunderous pops.
His entire arm turned into a giant hammer, carrying a piercing sonic whistle. As his blood qi surged, a faint blue ice mist could be seen clinging to the surface of his fist.
The fist tore through the air, its wind as sharp as a blade!
The sneer on Bai Xiuan's face instantly froze, his expression changing drastically!
The three major acupoints in his body spun frantically, and the gray mist beneath his feet billowed violently.
His figure swayed left and right, trying once again to confuse Shen Xiuhan with his elusive footwork.
“Are you addicted to playing with these cheap tricks?”
“Break!”
A brilliant golden light suddenly burst from Shen Xiuhan's left eye!
『Muxu Eye』!
Instantly, Bai Xiuan's illusory footwork, the path of his blood qi circulation, and even his next move to dodge to the left were all clearly reflected in his vision, as plain as the lines on his palm!
Having seen through the illusions, the killing intent in Shen Xiuhan's eyes soared.
As if predicting the future, his fist forcefully changed its trajectory mid-course, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it smashed straight toward the left!
“You...”
Seeing his proud footwork seen through in an instant and even his landing spot cut off, Bai Xiuan's eyes widened in horror, his soul nearly departing his body.
In his panic, he raised his fingers again. Black mist billowed from his fingertips, and the two menacing black snakes opened their bloody mouths to bite once more.
But to Shen Xiuhan, who had activated his 『Muxu Eye』, such tricks now looked like those of a clown.
What devouring black snakes?
They were nothing more than two wisps of illusory black mist conjured from internal force!
“Cheap parlor tricks!”
Cold light flashed in Shen Xiuhan's eyes, and his fist wind violently tore apart the two black mist snake heads.
The overbearing force, carrying a bone-chilling cold, slammed mercilessly into Bai Xiuan's chest!
Pfft!
A muffled sound rang out, like a heavy hammer hitting wet mud. The clothes on Bai Xiuan's chest exploded, and the fist force penetrated his body. The cracking sound of breaking ribs was clearly audible.
Crack, crack, crack!
A mouthful of blood sprayed from Bai Xiuan's mouth. Like a kite with its string cut, he flew backward, crashed heavily against the alley wall, bounced onto the ground, rolled twice, and slumped motionless.
Before Shen Xiuhan could even withdraw his fist, another gust of fierce wind attacked from behind, sharp and ruthless, aiming straight for the back of his head!
Bai Fufeng!
This scoundrel was not only alive, but his eyes were as red as dripping blood. His entire body's internal force erupted like a dying flash of a candle; there was no longer any sign of him being heavily injured and on the verge of death.
But upon closer inspection, one could see that his originally pitch-black hair at the temples was now shot through with streaks of gray. His forehead and the corners of his eyes were heavily lined with wrinkles.
He seemed to have aged decades in a single instant!
Shen Xiuhan's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself:
Is he using some kind of demonic secret technique that sacrifices longevity to forcibly overdraw his essence and blood?
Swish!
Bai Fufeng unleashed a howling Yin Wind Palm strike!
But whether in cultivation, martial skills, experience, or combat talent, he was more than a notch below Shen Xiuhan.
It was only by relying on this demonic art that he could display such intimidating power.
Now that Shen Xiuhan had figured out his secrets and familiarized himself with his fighting style, suppressing him would be as easy as turning his palm.
Thus, Shen Xiuhan turned around and raised his left arm horizontally, easily blocking the strike. A muffled boom rang out as their forces collided.
But Bai Fufeng's palm strike was clearly not aimed at this!
The fierce wind carried by the palm force scraped across Shen Xiuhan's cheek like a sharp blade. With a rip, the black cloth on his face was torn to shreds, revealing his true face beneath.
Bai Fufeng's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at that face...
It was an ugly face covered in scabs, with a hairy black mole hanging on the cheek.
His features were crooked, and he was so incredibly hideous that even putting him in a crowd of beggars would be an eyesore.
Is this the kind of trash... who beat my second brother and me into this state?
A wave of sorrow rose in Bai Fufeng's heart for no reason. Humiliation and anger intertwined, burning him from the inside out.
Ignoring his shattered jaw, he roared in a muffled, slurred voice:
“Who on earth are you! I don't recall ever offending you, so why did you ambush and try to kill us!”
“Why kill you?”
A mocking, cold curl appeared at the corner of Shen Xiuhan's lips.
Before his voice had fully faded...
The flesh on his face began to wriggle bizarrely, and his facial bones let out a series of fine, crisp cracking noises.
In the blink of an eye, that incredibly hideous, scabbed face receded like rippling water.
His bone structure reshaped, transforming into the cold, ice-like face of a young man with deep eyes.
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