Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 47 I'm waiting for the punch, what are you waiting for?
Ren Shaoyang landed gently, leaning on the iron rod. His chest was already covered in blood, but he didn't blink. He carefully moved his feet, observing the pile of bricks and tiles on the ground.

"Tap Tap"

Footsteps echoed from both sides. Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang stepped into a depression in the ground, and his breath stirred slightly.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The pile of bricks and tiles burst open instantly, blood flashed, and hundreds of blades shot out!

Blood Saber Ancestor's swollen, pig-like face emerged from the flash of blades. With the infusion of his inner force, hundreds of blades surged forth like a sea of ​​blood, overwhelming everything in their path.

Ren Shaoyang laughed, "One-Ear, didn't you say you were going to ambush 'common'?" With a flick of his wrist, he suddenly thrust out, his sleeve billowing out, and dust instantly rose in an area of ​​more than ten feet.

In an instant, the dark shadow of the iron rod and the blood-red light of the blade collided like fireworks, and a strong wind swept through, shattering everything around them.

Then, with another clang, the blood-stained knife and the iron rod collided.

Unable to withstand the force, the Blood Blade Ancestor grunted and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood onto Ren Shaoyang's face, along with more than a dozen old teeth.

Ren Shaoyang quickly lay down to avoid it.

The old monk twisted his blood-red knife, and a stream of air shot up toward the roof.

The two parted ways. Ren Shaoyang was surprised. His superhuman strength was arguably the best in the world. He was invincible against anyone and had never been stopped. Who would have thought that the Blood Saber Ancestor would use such a wicked method to eliminate him?

He still has a trump card!
"One-Ear" grinned, revealing that he only had half a mouthful of good teeth left, which looked like a nine-toothed rake, yet he still laughed wildly.

"You little brat, that hurt so much!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Old bald monk, you still dare to get angry?"

He leaped up suddenly, his body swaying, his hands waving and his eyes following. The iron rod kicked up dust everywhere it passed, and the strong wind felt like a knife cutting his face.

Upon seeing this, Blood Saber Ancestor hurriedly used the "Hear-Aware" technique, "Autumn Cicada's Subtle Insight."

But then he closed his eyes, one ear twitched, and he focused intently on the sounds of Ren Shaoyang's clothes rustling, the iron rod swinging in the air, and the rustling of the wind.

With a swift turn, the blade flashed like a blood-red ribbon, instantly deflecting the approaching gust of wind.

When Ren Shaoyang touched it, it felt as if he had hit a soft membrane.

As the blood-stained blade twisted and turned, its force underwent strange changes, fluctuating between resistance and resistance. In the midst of the pulling and tugging, it even caused his body to sway. Surprised, he quickly swung the iron rod horizontally.

A melodious "ding" sound rang out.

The two forces collided, and Blood Blade Ancestor moved like a startled swan, using the momentum to fly backward with ethereal grace.

Ren Shaoyang also took a few steps back, and said with some surprise, "What an exquisite move!"

Blood Blade Ancestor still didn't open his eyes, his ears flapping as he probed his surroundings. He smiled slightly.

"Since creating 'Blood in the Wind,' Buddha has been invincible. Even the Four Eccentrics of the North could not withstand my killing power! And you are the only one who can fight me head-on. It seems that Cao Shaoqin's death was not in vain!"

Ren Shaoyang glanced sideways at the Blood Saber Ancestor's pig-like head: "Compared to that dead eunuch, your internal strength is far inferior. But when it comes to shamelessness, you far surpass him!"

Blood Saber Ancestor sneered and casually retorted: "If killing people only relies on internal strength, then we can just fight with internal strength as soon as we meet. What's the point of using techniques and experience?"

Ren Shaoyang thought for a moment, then couldn't help but nod and say, "Although I find you disgusting, I think what you said makes a lot of sense!"

"Hahaha, I, the old ancestor, do as I please, and I have my reasons!" Blood Blade Ancestor laughed, and took out the wine flask from his robes again to drink.

Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, the wine jug flew away.

Ren Shaoyang laughed, "Still using this trick?" He swept his sleeve in mid-air and wrapped it around the wine pot.

"As long as it works, that's fine!" Blood Blade Ancestor chuckled.

The Burmese knife flashed red light and came crashing down with a flurry of slashes.

Ren Shaoyang raised his hand and thrust out with a swift motion, the swords flashing like scattered stars. As he struck, he shouted, "Faster, faster, faster! Faster!"

Annoyed, Blood Saber Ancestor shouted, "What are you barking about, you dog?"

But then one could hear the clanging of weapons, a rapid and continuous sound, as the two men moved like hurricanes and lightning, attacking each other.

"A dog barking?" Ren Shaoyang shouted as he hit her, "Is this how your concubine was hacked to death!"

Blood Blade Ancestor unleashed "Blood in the Wind," closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth: "You're courting death." The blood blade in his hand once again became as elusive as the wind.

The two were now locked in a fierce battle, chasing each other through the warehouse at breakneck speed.

Amidst the flying sparks, one moment Blood Blade Ancestor shouts "Groin-slashing blade!" and the next Ren Shaoyang yells "Get out of here, you old jerk!"

They fought one after another, like shadows following each other, and were so fiercely matched that it was difficult to tell them apart.

Anyone watching at this moment would feel dazzled and dizzy.

Blood Blade Ancestor's heart sank more and more as he fought: "Not good, this warehouse space is too small, I'm bound! Damn it, this little brat did this on purpose!" The old monk sensed something was wrong. He moved with the wind, his blade moving like lightning, but even with all his strength, he was like a bird in a cage, unable to escape his shackles. He was beaten stiff by the iron rod, revealing his body.

He dodged the attack and drew his knife again, but Ren Shaoyang suddenly swung his left sleeve, striking him squarely on the head.

"Crack!" The sound of the earthenware pot breaking rang out.

It turned out that the wine jug that the old monk had just thrown out had been caught by Ren Shaoyang with the "Great Brahma Banner," and now he was using it as a meteor hammer and a trump card, which had truly made a great contribution!
Blood Saber Ancestor's skull was dented from the impact, his face was covered in blood, and he clutched his head and cried out, "Ouch, my god!"

With the force of the impact, his body flew backward more than three zhang away, crashing into the wall with a bang, causing plaster to fall down in a shower.

Blood Blade Ancestor's head was covered in wall dust, mixed with blood on his face, making him look like a zombie, or even more like a clown.

Ren Shaoyang caught his breath and grinned, "One-Ear, how was it getting sneaked up on?"

Blood Blade Ancestor was truly a legendary, resilient king. At this moment, his skull was sunken, he was missing an ear, and blood was gushing from his waist and ribs from the fight, yet he was still alive despite his ashen face.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but secretly gasp: "Damn it, Blood Blade Ancestor's offensive capabilities are no better than that of the dead eunuch, but his ability to protect himself, his will to survive, and his shamelessness far surpass it."

"Indeed, when people are shameless, they are invincible!"

Blood Saber Ancestor coughed up blood and asked tremblingly, "Ren Shaoyang, what is the name of your skill?"

Ren Shaoyang lazily lowered the iron rod in his hand to the ground, glancing at him sideways: "Great Vajra Divine Power!"

Blood Saber Ancestor was taken aback and exclaimed in surprise, "I've heard of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, the Vajra Indestructible Skill, the Yoga Tantra, and the Sakya Thirteen Golden Methods. But I've never heard of this so-called 'Great Vajra Divine Power'."

"See?" Ren Shaoyang breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm so ignorant."

Blood Saber Ancestor nodded, then said with a half-smile, "Ren Shaoyang, your martial arts are indeed superb, but you still have shortcomings."

Ren Shaoyang's expression changed: "What?"

The old monk laughed heartily, then slammed his back against the wall, embedding himself completely inside. With a little more effort, he could break through the wall and escape.

"You actually gave me a chance to catch my breath. The ancestor is waiting for his internal energy to recover. What are you waiting for?"

Ren Shaoyang grinned: "I'm waiting for the punch."

"Fist?" Blood Blade Ancestor was baffled. "What does that mean?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled but remained silent.

Blood Saber Ancestor's expression suddenly changed.

Suddenly, the earthen wall behind him trembled violently, and then with a loud bang, a large hole appeared.

A fist, crystal clear, carrying an incomparably powerful force, completely enveloped the area within its reach.

In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere in the warehouse, like a raging storm.

"Blood Blade Ancestor, prepare to die!"

A heavy fist came crashing down on his back!

After Blood Saber Ancestor comprehended the "Hearing Skill" while meditating in seclusion, he instantly became the number one master of the evil path in the martial arts world.

It can be said that he has never suffered such a serious injury in the past ten years.

This is due to both his powerful agility and his ability to deflect and neutralize force without leaving a trace after comprehending the "blood-red color in the wind".

But now, he was so dizzy and disoriented from being beaten by Ren Shaoyang that he was considering giving up.

Therefore, he took the opportunity to gather all his internal energy in his back, intending to lean against the collapsed wall and escape.

But just as he was putting all his strength into it, he leaned against it.

Ding Dian's iron fist, brimming with boundless rage, struck the monk squarely in the back!

It's true that it went both ways.

"Ren Shaoyang, I'll fuck your grandma!"

Blood Saber Ancestor let out a miserable cry as the internal force of the "Divine Illumination Scripture" surged forth, intertwining and colliding with his own "Blood Saber Scripture" internal force within his body, like two dragons vying for a pearl.

The powerful punch directly disrupted the Blood Saber Ancestor's mind, causing his blood and qi to churn wildly.

There was a ripping sound!
His monk's robes flew off and scattered, revealing his strong physique.

All that could be heard was a continuous cracking sound; countless bones in his body were broken, and he spat out blood as he shot forward several feet.

With a thunderous roar, like a battering ram, it pierced straight into the opposite wall!
(End of this chapter)