Martial Saint through Reading

Saliva dripped from the corner of the girl’s mouth. She was already eager to cut open the two people’s chests and wrench out their organs to devour them while they stared at her in despair.

Scalding organs, even more delicious...

Lin Zhenwu, Shao Pengshu, and others surrounded the outside, unable to get closer.

It’s not that they didn’t want to help, but they simply couldn’t get near.

As soon as they set foot in the courtyard, the terrifying pressure would throw them out.

Lin Zhenwu and Shao Pengshu were anxiously looking onward when they suddenly saw ’Fang Xiao’ take a step forward.

"Old Fang!" Lin Zhenwu wanted to stop him, but ’Fang Xiao’ had already flickered continuously into the battlefield.

At the same moment, the fire suddenly increased, enveloping the entire courtyard. Lin Zhenwu, Shao Pengshu, and the other constables couldn’t see what was happening inside at all.

This fire was intentionally set by Chu Ming using fire oil earlier, choosing to enter the courtyard the moment the fire rose to prevent too many people from witnessing his strength.

"Another one coming to die!"

Qi Huanrong glanced over, angrily shouting dismissively.

In an instant, countless fragments of stones and tiles shot out like flying knives, seemingly aiming to pierce through ’Fang Xiao’.

Chu Ming’s expression did not change, his figure flickered continuously, easily evading all attacks while swiftly closing the distance.

"Don’t come..." Ling Hao gritted his teeth and spat out two words.

The gap in strength was too large. Even if ’Fang Xiao’ was stronger than him, it wouldn’t be by much. Rushing in was no different from courting death.

Those two words seemed to have swept away his last bit of strength, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness flooded his heart.

Beside him, Ji Yong broke down first, his whole body heavily pressed down.

Qi Huanrong’s eyes shot out radiant light, his left hand suddenly applying force, like a mountain pressing down, seemingly about to crush Ji Yong to death.

Ji Yong held up the arm that was like an iron pillar, first the ground beneath him cracked, then his body could not support it, and he fell heavily to his knees, smashing the ground, stones flying everywhere.

Just when he was about to die indignantly, he suddenly felt his body lighten, the mountain-like pressure vanished abruptly.

He looked up in shock and suspicion, seeing an aged arm above his head...

No, not just above, that hand seemed to have even counter-held the wrist that neither he nor Ling Hao could shake!

"You..." The owner of the wrist, Qi Huanrong’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Before Qi Huanrong could withdraw his hand, a more violent and unstoppable force surged through his wrist.

His Heart Spirit trembled instantly, he dared not hesitate for a moment, hurriedly giving up suppressing Ling Hao, his right hand swung fiercely.

Bang—

But just as he raised his right hand, another surge of violent force struck.

In an instant, both of Qi Huanrong’s hands were firmly clasped by ’Fang Xiao’.

Impossible!

Qi Huanrong’s arms bulged with veins, the Qi Blood within him burned violently, his strength continuously increased.

Yet, the old arm that gripped his hands seemed fixed in mid-air by something, unable to move at all.

Taking the opportunity, Ling Hao and Ji Yong escaped, gasping heavily while watching the battlefield in disbelief.

Under the night sky, the fire blazed high, fire oil burning everything flammable, the temperature within the courtyard had reached extreme levels.

Occasionally, a few shrill cries sounded from beneath, ashes floating down from the sky.

And on Qi Huanrong’s ugly face, under the flickering firelight, there seemed to be a glistening, like sweat?

"You... Strong Bone Realm... Late Stage..." he struggled to speak.

In Baiyuan County, there was actually someone hiding at the Late Stage of the Strong Bone Realm!

"Late Stage? I suppose." Chu Ming’s eyes were calm, both hands suddenly exerted force.

Crack—

Bone fracture.

Strong Bone Realm Middle Stage, doesn’t seem like much...

In one move, Chu Ming confirmed his own strength.

He only summoned twelve strands of Qi and Blood Power to clasp this person, and with an additional strand, shattered his arms.

Qi Huanrong’s expression drastically changed: "You, how can you still..."

How can you still exert more force?!

Before he finished speaking, his arms fractured inch by inch.

"Young Master, go!"

In an instant, he knew the situation was hopeless, and with a burst of force from his back, the girl leaped into the air.

At the same time, Chu Ming’s open palm formed into a fist, punching Qi Huanrong’s body.

Fang Xiao used fist techniques.

Chu Ming didn’t know fist techniques, but his strength was so overwhelming, it was more fierce than using fist techniques.

"Pfft—"

Qi Huanrong’s body collapsed, shattered organs and bones spewing from his mouth and nose, more spurting directly through his ruptured flesh.

His inflated body and muscles shrank, instantly returning to normal.

"You... not late..."

Qi Huanrong reluctantly uttered his last words, his corpse falling limply.

Dead?

Ling Hao and Ji Yong, who were building up strength, ready to rejoin the battle, felt their hearts pounding like war drums.

Outside the courtyard, Lin Zhenwu and Shao Pengshu saw the girl flying into the sky and immediately led people in pursuit.

"Squad Leader Fang..." Ling Hao and Ji Yong stared wide-eyed at the gruesome corpse.

’Fang Xiao’ didn’t bother with the two, opened the Sword Gourd Spirit, locked onto the fleeing girl, and lightly tapped his toe, leaping out of the courtyard in pursuit.

At this moment, the girl ran like a dog without a home, escaping rapidly after Qi Huanrong’s final effort to save her.

Lin Zhenwu and Shao Pengshu only chased for two blocks before losing their target due to the lack of moonlight.

Just as the two frantically searched with their men like headless flies, a shrill scream pierced the night.

A moment later, the two saw ’Fang Xiao’ returning with something in hand.

Lin Zhenwu looked closely, seeing that the thing in ’Fang Xiao’s’ hand was the girl’s corpse.

At the same moment the girl died, elsewhere, an oil lamp suddenly went out.

Together with this lamp, there were ninety-eight others.

If you looked closely, you would notice that each oil lamp used a blood-colored liquid instead of fire oil.

These weren’t just oil lamps, but the Blood Life Lamps of the Blood Evil Sect.

The individual guarding the lamps wore a mask, much like Qi Huanrong.

As the lamp went out, his eyes focused instantly, his figure disappearing on the spot.

When he reappeared, it was in a dim underground space, where there was only a large pool of blood.

"Sect Leader, the Eleventh Young Master’s Life Lamp is extinguished," he said towards the pool of blood.

After a long time, the water rippled, and a voice emerged: "Little An Ying was still too playful..."

The informant dared not respond.

"Baiyuan County, Little An Ying..."

The voice from the pool seemed somewhat sorrowful: "Gone for so long, Little An Ying must have missed me."

The informant seemed to understand the meaning behind these words, hastily and respectfully said: "Rest assured, Sect Leader, I will surely bring back the Eleventh Young Master’s body."

Then, as if very frightened, he said: "That Baiyuan County Forest Envoy..."

The pool was silent for a moment, then the voice turned extremely cold: "Replace him."

"Yes."

"Sect Leader, there’s one more thing..."

"The Forest Envoy previously reported news, that Baiyuan County has seen a genius capable of decoding the Mountain Scripture."

"Bring them back as well."

"..."

...

Baiyuan County, North City, Fourth District.

The fire oil was still burning, the air filled with the smell of char.

In the center of the rundown courtyard, three corpses lay there.

Lin Zhenwu and Shao Pengshu stood side by side, while Ling Hao and Ji Yong sat on the ground, regaining their strength.

At this time, all four were focused on the same place.

’Fang Xiao’ sat on a collapsed wall, looking down, flipping through something.

Page by page, flipping extremely fast, almost glancing at each page.

Lin Zhenwu and Shao Pengshu couldn’t understand, flipping so fast, what could be discerned?

Ling Hao and Ji Yong also didn’t get it, it was Blood Evil Sect’s Cultivation Technique they had just taken from Qi Huanrong.

The Cultivation Technique was bloodthirsty, unsuitable for cultivation.

"That... Old Fang, I just looked at that Cultivation Technique, it’s too violent and shouldn’t be read carelessly..."

Ling Hao finally couldn’t help but speak up.