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Now, they are all figures in the world of supernatural beings who can shake the entire region with a single stomp of their foot!
Behind them followed several of the most elite fighters from their respective sects, each with greed and murderous intent burning in their eyes.
Without a single wasted word, the encirclement and attack erupted suddenly, carried out in a strange, unspoken agreement!
A loud shout, like a signal.
In an instant, all sorts of strange and wonderful lights shot into the sky, illuminating this dead valley as if it were daytime!
The sect leader of the One Qi Stream summoned three radiant magic swords, their sword energy intertwining into a net that blocked the sky.
The elders of the Natural Gate formed hand seals, drawing upon the earth's energy, causing countless sharp stalagmites to burst forth from the ground, like a forest of cages.
The leader of Yanwu Hall unleashed both fists simultaneously, the domineering fist energy swirling up rubble and producing a muffled roar, as if two small mountains were being pushed in.
The three masters of Huangmen Sancai shifted their figures and formed a combined attack formation. The three forces echoed each other, transforming into an invisible and intangible yet omnipresent strangulation net.
Furthermore, Tang Clan elders were hidden in the shadows, and countless silent crossbow bolts coated with deadly poison and a poisonous barrier with a sweet and pungent smell quietly enveloped the entire battlefield!
An overwhelming offensive, coming from all directions, poured down on the seemingly frail figure in the center with a resolute determination that left no chance of survival.
The earth groaned, and the hard rocks cracked inch by inch.
The vegetation was instantly pulverized by the violent energy, and the flying stones seemed to tremble under this terrifying onslaught.
At the center of the attack, Zhang Huaiyi slowly raised his head.
His weathered face showed no fear, only a chilling calm.
His body, which was slightly hunched due to old age, stood straight as a spear at this moment!
His disheveled, gray hair danced wildly in the wind; he no longer defended himself, no longer hid.
The life and soul within him, like firewood thrown into a furnace, began their final and most brilliant burning!
A whisper, so soft it seemed to be a soliloquy, yet it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.
A chaotic aura, seemingly originating from the beginning of time and containing the essence of all things, spread out from his body with a roar!
The source and flow of Qi, an unprecedented ultimate!
A strange scene happened.
Those terrifying and powerful magical techniques, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, were rendered powerless the moment they approached within three feet of Zhang Huaiyi, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.
Without any violent collision, it silently decomposed and dissipated on its own.
Ultimately, it transforms into the most primordial and purest Qi, which is assimilated and absorbed by that invisible realm.
The fist energy of Yanwu Hall transformed into a harmless breeze, the stalagmites of Ziranmen were reduced to dust halfway through, and the poisonous barrier of Tangmen was completely purified.
Even the few golden light spells that managed to penetrate him and pierce his body, the Tang Sect's Dan Shi, a strange poison that could kill any hero instantly, was forcibly decomposed and vanished under the overwhelming primordial energy within his body!
This is the "ultimate technique," the true terror of the Qi Body Source Flow!
"How can it be?!"
The sect leader of Yiqi was shocked and exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes filled with horror.
Zhang Huaiyi did not answer him.
His Qi seemed to be completely connected with this world, and every move he made drew upon the boundless power of heaven and earth.
A thick, highly refined golden light enveloped his entire body, making him impervious to all magic.
Lightning crackled in his palm, and each strike of Yang Wu Thunder carried a majestic heavenly might, forcing everyone to refrain from taking it head-on.
He stood there, as if he had become an ancient sacred mountain that could not be shaken or destroyed.
The three experts from Huangmen Sancai exchanged a glance and then joined forces to attack again.
Their movements shifted, their coordination perfect, as three different forces simultaneously attacked Zhang Huaiyi's blind spot from three completely different angles.
However, just as they were about to succeed, Zhang Huaiyi's figure emerged from the gap between the three of them at a completely illogical angle, as if he had foreseen all their movements.
"The Three Powers? They're just a way to squander money."
Zhang Huaiyi's voice was icy. He didn't even turn around, but instead delivered three precise karate chopes to the backs of the three men.
boom! boom! boom!
With three muffled thuds, three renowned masters, before they could even utter a sound, coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.
The battle turned into a one-sided massacre.
Zhang Huaiyi is no longer prey being hunted; he has become the most efficient and ruthless hunter.
He always has the foresight to launch a counterattack from seemingly impossible gaps, often defeating the enemy with a single move.
A Tang Clan elder, relying on his unpredictable movements, threw out three bone-piercing nails coated with potent poison, aiming straight for Zhang Huaiyi's back.
Zhang Huaiyi neither dodged nor avoided the three poisoned nails, allowing them to pierce his body, the blood instantly staining his back clothes red.
Taking advantage of the moment he withstood the blow, he suddenly sprang up and struck the Tang Clan elder on the top of his head with a palm.
The battle continued until the darkest hour before dawn.
Within the valley, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers, resembling a scene of carnage.
One by one, the pursuers fell, until finally, only Yang Lie, the leader of the Tang Clan, remained.
Relying on the footwork of the Tang Clan's unique martial arts and a constant stream of secret poisons, he struggled to survive the massacre, his body already covered in wounds and in a sorry state.
He looked at the cold corpses of his companions around him, and then at Zhang Huaiyi, who, though also wounded, still had a steady breath. Despair finally showed in his eyes.
He knew that the game was over.
"Zhang Huaiyi..."
Yang Lie was panting heavily, and a morbid madness appeared on his already gloomy face.
"I, Yang Lie, will fight you to the death!"
He let out a roar that was not human, and stopped dodging. Instead, he poured all his cultivation and life force into his fingertips!
A nearly transparent, barely perceptible dark fluctuation, like a curse that transcends space, rushed straight towards Zhang Huaiyi's heart!
Dan Shi - Fatal Strike!
Zhang Huaiyi's eyelids twitched suddenly, and a deadly sense of crisis instantly enveloped his heart.
He noticed it.
However, his internal energy was almost completely depleted after a night of fierce fighting.
He tried to dodge, but his body was a beat too slow.
That invisible power of alchemy silently seeped into his heart meridian.
A chillingly potent poison erupted within him instantly, frantically devouring his last vestiges of life.
Zhang Huaiyi's body jolted violently, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
But there was no pain in his sharp eyes, only a cold resolve.
He mustered the last bit of strength in his body and pointed a finger at Yang Lie, who was exhausted and still had a maniacal smile on his face.
Yang Lie's laughter stopped abruptly.
There was a small, charred, bloody hole between his eyebrows.
At this moment, a hint of dawn appeared on the horizon.
As the sun rose, the first golden rays pierced through the thin clouds, illuminating this valley that resembled hell.
Corpses lay strewn across the field, and blood flowed like a river.
Zhang Huaiyi stood alone, silently amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
His face was now completely black, a sign that the Dan Shi attack was taking effect.
His breath was as faint as a wisp of smoke, and the flame of life that had burned throughout his life flickered and was about to go out in the morning light.
Chapter 134 Entrusting His Son to Someone Else, Zhang Huaiyi Passes Away
As dawn broke through the night, the first rays of light pierced the thin clouds, illuminating the carnage in the Valley of Death.
Zhang Huaiyi stood alone amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his body hunched over, like a lonely stone statue about to be eroded by the wind.
The oil lamp that had burned its entire life on him flickered in the morning breeze, its light extremely faint.
He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of his home, his dark face expressionless.
Then, he took a step, dragging his body, which had already been eroded and riddled with holes by the pill, and moved step by step toward his final resting place.
A few days ago, in the water towns of Jiangnan.
Amidst the misty rain, a small boat glides along the crisscrossing waterways.
Wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, Zhang Yunyuan sat leisurely at the bow of the boat, a slender bamboo pole slanted into the water, the fishing line swaying gently in the breeze.
Beside him, Feng Baobao was squatting, curiously poking at a plump carp that had just been caught and was still jumping around in the cabin. Her eyes were empty, yet they carried a hint of childlike innocence.
Springtime in Jiangnan is always so leisurely that it makes one feel lazy to the bone.
Suddenly, Zhang Yunyuan felt a burning pain in his wrist.
He suddenly looked down and saw that the blue mark that had long been integrated into his skin was now glowing with a faint red light. A rapid, faint, yet incredibly familiar Qi fluctuation suddenly crashed into his soul!
It's Brother Huaiyi!
The ease on Zhang Yunyuan's face vanished instantly, replaced by a solemn expression as if a storm was brewing.
He dropped his fishing rod, and the carp that had just taken the bait leaped back into the water with a "plop," creating a ripple, but he didn't even glance at it.
"Baby, let's go."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable urgency.
Feng Baobao said "Oh," stood up, and silently followed behind him.
As the small boat docked, the two didn't even glance back at the misty rain of Jiangnan before their figures transformed into two streaks of light, rushing towards the direction from which the message had come.
Several days later, in the mountains and forests far from Zhang Huaiyi's home in Sichuan.
The forest was filled with an overwhelming stench of blood and burnt flesh.