Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Grossa sneered.

He finally found the flaw.

"It seems your foundation is not yet sufficient to face a second-tier extraordinary being."

His voice regained its composure, even carrying a hint of disdain.

Even an old man like me, halfway to the grave.

He uttered another low shout.

A dark red light shone a second time on the blood-stained blade.

This time it was even more intense than the last, and a twisted, blood-red shadow could even be vaguely seen within the light.

"Blood Shadow Kill!"

He struck a pose as if he were about to split Mount Hua in two.

With his entire arm raised high above his head, the blood-red blade lingered at its highest point for less than a tenth of a second before slashing down with a crimson shadow.

This blade.

The aura locked onto Xilun.

A suffocating sense of oppression enveloped his entire body, as if invisible chains were binding his limbs, preventing him from escaping.

Xiren took a deep breath.

He didn't choose to avoid it, in fact, he couldn't avoid it anyway.

He poured all his strength into the gun.

The fifth level of the Giant Whale Guiding Technique has reached its peak, with all the vital energy, strength, and will concentrated at the tip of the golden spear.

"The water supply has stopped!"

A few points of light appeared on the tip of the spear, as if a sharp white blade had been formed.

A clash of titans.

The two weapons collided in mid-air.

once.

twice.

three times.

Three times in a row.

With each impact, Xilun's arm went numb from the shock, and the recoil from the gun made his muscles tremble.

After the third collision.

He finally couldn't take it anymore.

His body was thrown back by the force of the impact, and his back slammed heavily against the wall of the study.

boom!

The wall is cracked.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread from his back outwards, and dust and gravel fell in a flurry.

Xilun's body was embedded in the wall, with half of his back sunk in.

He grinned.

Then he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood splattered on the floor, appearing particularly glaring in the moonlight.

Two ribs were broken.

The internal organs were shaken.

The Iron Armor Asceticism was broken in the final blow; Grossa's blade had a far greater penetrating power than the previous attacks.

Grossa stood still, his blood-stained blade hanging by his side, blood dripping from its tip.

He smiled.

Why aren't you smiling anymore?

His voice was smug.

Even if I'm about to die, killing you won't be a problem.

Even so.

But Grossa did not immediately give chase.

He remained vigilant.

He was eyeing Xilun's endless tricks.

His belt transformed into a spear, and his palm formed a seal; who knows what other trump cards this kid is hiding?

He watched as Xilen managed to break free from the wall and staggered to her feet.

Xilun's back was covered in dust and gravel, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes remained clear, still calculating.

Grossa saw those eyes, and his unease resurfaced.

He seized the opportunity and pressed forward.

The blood-red blade slashed horizontally, its target: Xilun's waist.

He should be cut in half at the waist.

This time, Siron did not use his gun to block.

He pointed with his finger.

The first bloodstain flew out from between the eyebrows, instantly expanding in mid-air to transform into a large, pitch-black seal, which crashed down upon the target.

Grossa remained vigilant about the bloodstain.

The moment he saw the blood mark approaching, he immediately abandoned his attack to kill Xilun and instead raised his blood blade to resist.

The blade caught the impact of the bloodstain.

boom!

Grossa's legs buckled half an inch, and the floor cracked open beneath his feet, creating a shallow crater.

He coughed twice, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

internal injury.

He stared at the dark bloodstain with suspicion and uncertainty.

It can actually unleash the power of a second-tier level?

What exactly is going on?

How could a young man at the first level have something like this in his hand?

He stared intently at it.

Then, he noticed a detail.

The surface of the dark bloodstain seemed slightly dimmer than before.

That deep, pure black faded slightly after that strike.

Grossa sneered.

"I see."

"This is a kind of resource-intensive method."

His eyes narrowed, and his tone was resolute.

"This technique won't last long. I'd like to see how many more times you can activate it."

Xilun barely managed to stay upright.

His right hand still held the golden spear, but his arm was trembling slightly.

This is a normal reaction of the muscles after continuous high-intensity output.

He gritted his teeth.

The golden tortoise's innate ability to shed its skin quietly exerted its power, and the broken ribs began to slowly wriggle and reposition themselves. The damaged internal organs gradually stopped bleeding under the influence of the secreted repair factors.

The pain was suppressed.

But recovery from injuries takes time, and Grossa won't give him that time.

The old man had already stepped forward again.

His foot slammed down on the ground.

boom!

The reaction force generated by his kick propelled his body forward, increasing his speed dramatically.

Xilun raised his gun in resistance.

The golden spear and the blood-red blade clashed and collided in mid-air, sparks flying.

During the stalemate, Xilun activated the Blood Seal, causing it to transform into a large hand and strike down from the side.

Grossa dodged to the side, creating distance as he raised his blood blade to block the remaining force of the blood seal.

He resolved it again.

Grossa looked at the bloodstain; its color had dimmed slightly, the deep black beginning to recede, revealing the underlying scarlet sheen.

Its power is waning.

Each use consumes its essence.

Xilun sensed it.

He retrieved the bloodstain, which hovered in his palm.

Grossa saw him withdraw the blood seal and sneered:

"You're not planning to use it anymore?"

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his tone resolute.

"How many more times can you use it? Then its power will drop to a level that can't even threaten those baptized in the Extreme Realm."

He chuckled coldly twice.

"It seems that's all you're capable of."

"Compared to a true second-tier extraordinary individual... he is ultimately a step behind in skill."

skill.

This word struck Xilun hard.

Grossa was right.

In terms of pure combat skills, I am indeed inferior to my opponent.

The opponent's fighting style is master-level, while mine is expert-level.

This level of difference is magnified infinitely in weapon duels.

but.

Xiren took a deep breath.

A light suddenly shone deep in his eyes.

That is not the light of strength.

It was a more restrained, deeper light, emanating from the depths of the soul.

Skills.

"it is good."

He whispered a single word.

Then he raised his hand.

The big gun came crashing down on him.

Sweep across, then twist.

One shot after another, raining down like a storm of pear blossoms, bursting forth towards Grossa.

This isn't some kind of exquisite marksmanship.

This is the most primitive, violent, and unreasonable form of attack.

They relied solely on sheer physical strength to launch an offensive.

Grossa calmly resisted.

His fighting skills are indeed at a master level.

Faced with such a storm of attacks, his defense remained calm and composed. Every block was perfectly timed, neither wasting a single ounce of energy nor missing any opportunity to counterattack.

He regained his form.

He was no longer the frail old man who had been taken advantage of by Xilun in close combat.

His movements became more agile, his figure flickering in the moonlight, each move precisely avoiding the sharpest attack range of the Xilun spear tip.

At the same time, he kept a close watch on his surroundings.

As long as I don't get ambushed by that damned blood mark, I can win without a doubt.

He has this confidence.

One shot.

Two shots.

Three shots.

Grossa blocked more than thirty shots, and although his face was pale, he remained completely composed.

He even began searching for weaknesses in the Siren offensive.

Young people's physical strength is ultimately limited.

This kind of fighting style, which purely consumes energy, cannot be sustained for long.

Just hold on a little longer...

The next shot came.

The gun fell again.

Grossa had gotten used to Siren's attack rhythm and raised his Blood Blade to prepare to block.

However, just as the gun was about to fall...

He saw something that shouldn't have been there.

Tiny arcs of electricity flickered on the surface of the gun.

Blue and white, serpentine, crackling electric arcs.

That's thunder.

The Great Thunder Breathing Method.

The inner vision techniques that Xilun comprehended in the great hall of that ancient temple, combined with the effect of electric charge accumulation.

At this moment, he infused the power of thunder into the gun.

boom!

Lightning exploded.

Arcs of electricity shot out from the gun like swarms of snakes, and the instant they touched Grossa's Blood Blade, they surged wildly into his body along the metal conductor.

Grossa's eyes widened.

His body stiffened abruptly from the impact of the electric arc.

Every muscle was contracting wildly, out of control.

He mustered his strength and prepared to resist.

But the paralyzing effect of the electric arc is too fast.

His hair stood on end, his skin sparkled with blue and white sparks, and his body seemed to be nailed to the spot.

Half a second!

The stiffness lasted less than half a second, but that half a second was enough.

This is the moment Xilun has been waiting for.

His left hand suddenly flipped over.

The first bloodstain shot out from the palm, not in the shape of a large seal.

It is not the form of the Blood Palm.

It's a blood needle!

The most precise, penetrating, and energy-efficient form.

A jet-black needle, faintly glowing with a scarlet light, silently shot towards Grossa's chest.

laugh!

The needle was embedded in his chest.

at the same time.

Xilun thrust out the golden spear with his right hand.

The spear tip pierced Grossa's abdomen with pinpoint accuracy.

A single shot pierced his body.

The spear tip emerged from his lower back, trailing a cloud of crimson blood.

Grossa froze for less than half a second.

But after that half-second, his reaction was more resolute than Xiren had anticipated.

He did not struggle, nor did he fight back.

No unnecessary movements were made.

He only did one thing.

escape!

We must escape!

Run away now.

Grossa ruthlessly pulled his body out of the gun barrel.

This action requires immense courage and willpower.

Because that would mean he would have to use his own flesh and blood and internal organs to force his way past that sharp spear tip.

The spear tip sliced ​​through his abdominal cavity, drawing out pieces of flesh, blood, and internal organs.

Blood splattered.

He groaned, his face ashen, but his legs were already planted on the wall. With a powerful twist, he leaped out of the window frame.

Broken glass flew around him.

He stepped on the branches of the oak tree in the yard, his figure flashing continuously in the moonlight, leaving a trail of afterimages with each step.

Extremely fast.

Even with severe injuries, a second-tier extraordinary individual's escape speed is still terrifying.

Xilun didn't give chase, not because he didn't want to, but because...

The instant Grossa pulled the gun from his body, Siron's right hand had already done something else.

Something slipped out of his sleeve.

It is golden in color, slender, and about three inches long.

Soul-Suppressing Nails!

It breaks through qi, breaks through blood, and dispels evil.

It is driven into the spine from behind, making it extremely difficult to escape.

When Baoshu gave him this Soul-Suppressing Nail, he had already told him the best way to use it.

In the instant Grossa turned to flee, he inadvertently exposed his back to Siron.

Xilun flipped his right hand, and the Soul-Suppressing Nail flew out of his hand.

The golden light traced an almost invisible arc in the moonlight.

then.

puff.

It was driven into Grossa's left shoulder.

It fits precisely into the gap between the scapula and the spine.

"Ahhhhh!"

Grossa let out a painful roar.

That kind of pain wasn't just physical pain.

The Soul-Suppressing Nail's ability to shatter qi and blood instantly took effect within his body, completely disrupting the already chaotic flow of qi and blood. The energy in his meridians surged through his body like a flood without direction.

His body swayed violently in mid-air.

But he didn't stop.

Gritting his teeth and using his last breath, he accelerated and moved further away.

His figure grew smaller and smaller in the moonlight, becoming increasingly blurry, until it finally disappeared into the dense woods at the end of the courtyard.

……

In the study.

Xilun's grip on the gun finally loosened.

The golden spear slipped from between his fingers, its butt striking the floor with a dull clang.

His body began to tremble.

The body's instinctive reaction after the adrenaline recedes.

He was panting heavily and sweating profusely.

Sweat and blood mingled together, dripping down his chin and pattering onto the floor.

He was nervous; he was definitely nervous.

Although he maintained that cold, almost terrifying expression from beginning to end, his heart rate had soared to its limit in the final stages of the battle.

If that shot hadn't hit.

If Lei Yin's paralysis does not take effect.

If Grossa had reacted half a second faster.

He dared not think any further.

With a sigh of relief, Xilun slowly sat down on the ground.

The study was a mess; the desk and chairs were broken, the bookshelves had collapsed, the walls were cracked, the window frames were shattered, and there was blood and rubble everywhere on the floor.

His injuries were quite severe.

He had two broken ribs, a knife wound in his abdomen, bruises on his back, and multiple abrasions on his arms.

Fresh blood seeped from the wound, dripping onto the ground.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor in the distance.

The butler's footsteps.

He had been waiting nearby.

Xilun had warned him before the battle even began not to get close.

The butler did as instructed.

He waited at the end of the corridor for the entire battle.

He listened to the roaring, cracking, and clanging sounds coming from the study, remaining silent and motionless.

Until everything returned to silence.

At that moment, he finally came closer.

"Your Excellency."

Xilun raised his hand, gesturing for him to come over.

"Prepare the medicinal bath."

The butler nodded: "It's all ready."

Xilun was slightly taken aback.

Then he smiled.

"it is good."

He was helped to his feet by the butler, staggered out of the study, stepped over the broken door frame, and climbed into the medicinal bath tub that had been prepared in advance next door.

The moment the hot water entered the wound, the pain exploded.

Xilun gritted his teeth and exhaled.

The herbal ingredients added to the medicated bath begin to penetrate the skin, stimulating the wound to heal faster.

He closed his eyes and felt his body in the water.

Then, he pulled a piece of debris from near his ribs.

A small, dark red metal fragment.

Fragments of the Blood Blade.

Grossa's Blood Blade, that second-tier extraordinary relic, has shown signs of cracking during the collision just now.

Several fragments broke off during the fierce battle, one of which became embedded in Xilun's ribcage.

Xilun picked up the fragment between his fingers, examined it, and then casually tossed it into the water.

Although the Blood Blade's material was good, it was still a bit inferior to his own golden spear.

After all, the Golden Spear is a top-grade weapon forged by fusing four extraordinary relics, plus the Spirit Transformation Gold and the three spiritual flower buds of the Treasure Tree.

They're not on the same level.

Xilun gasped for breath and began to practice the Great Thunder Breathing Technique.

The thunderous sound reverberates through the internal organs, repairing internal injuries.

At the same time, he pondered silently.

Grossa now has a gunshot wound through his abdomen, a needle prick wound in his chest, and a bloody puncture wound.

He was also bitten by the Soul-Suppressing Nail near his left shoulder and spine.

The Soul-Suppressing Nail's ability to disrupt Qi and blood circulation will continuously interfere with his Qi and blood flow, significantly slowing down his recovery speed.

There were no more than three or four days.

There's no way it can be restored.

Three or four days.

Xilun closed his eyes.

enough.