He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 123 Three against one, the advantage is mine

Upon hearing this, A Niu glanced at Qin Chuan, then turned and fled without hesitation.

funny!

He was still recovering from serious injuries, and Shi Shu and Shi Mu looked like formidable opponents. He didn't want to risk his life for Qin Chuan's sake.

Seeing that Ah Niu had escaped, the Shi brothers did not give chase.

Shi Shu chuckled in the direction A Niu had fled, then looked away and exchanged a glance with Shi Mu.

Immediately, the two men, one on the left and one on the right, each wielding a long sword, surrounded Qin Chuan.

But just then, "Boom!"

The roof of the council hall suddenly exploded, and rubble and stones flew everywhere like a rainstorm. Several figures leaped out from the broken roof, their fists and palms clashing in mid-air. The shockwave from the collision of their forces lifted the surrounding debris more than ten feet high. Then, the figures landed in the courtyard. They were Ma Yanwang and Song Hai, among others.

However, Ma Yanwang's expression was not good at this moment. He felt the situation in his body and said sternly, "You poisoned me."

"Hahaha..." Song Hai laughed a few times. "King Yama, since I dare to take action, I have naturally made thorough preparations. I spent a lot of money to get your cook to agree."

But before he could finish speaking, Ma Yanwang kicked with one foot, sending the hard stone slab beneath his feet hurtling towards Song Hai. At the same time, he turned and leaped into the air like a bird, his toes touching the courtyard wall as he used the momentum to glide towards the backyard.

"Trying to run?" Song Hai punched the incoming stone slab, shattering it into pieces. Then, he stomped heavily, instantly creating spiderweb-like cracks in the blue brick ground. He followed closely behind Ma Yanwang, clearly intending to eliminate him completely and leave no future trouble.

Just as Song Hai and Ma Yanwang were fighting, and others were drawn to the commotion, Qin Chuan rushed towards the side door without hesitation.

"Brother, that kid ran away." Shi Mu was the first to react. His eyes were fixed on Qin Chuan. Seeing that Qin Chuan was about to run away, he immediately grabbed his long knife and followed behind Qin Chuan.

A moment later, Qin Chuan's figure disappeared around the corner. Seeing this, Shi Mu subconsciously quickened his pace, wanting to catch up as soon as possible, lest the kid disappear into some alley and become hard to find again.

He had only one thought in his mind: he couldn't let him get away.

The grudge of broken bones and the resentment of failing the martial arts exam must be settled today.

But just as he turned the corner, a cloud of white powder rushed over him.

Shi Mu instinctively swung his knife at it, but all he cleaved through was air and scattered dust.

At the same time, a figure suddenly darted out from the side and pounced on them with lightning speed.

The figure was Qin Chuan.

From the very beginning, Qin Chuan had already decided to kill these two. After all, if he wanted to get out of this fight as soon as possible, he had to deal with these two sycophants first.

Previously in the courtyard, Qin Chuan only hesitated to make a move because there were too many people around. This time, not only was no one paying attention to this corner, but it was also a good opportunity for a sneak attack. How could Qin Chuan miss such a great opportunity? He immediately threw out lime powder and took advantage of the moment when the stone and wood were attracted by it and their vision was blocked, he suddenly attacked from the side.

In order to deliver a fatal blow, Qin Chuan held nothing back, unleashing a "Tiger Pounce" imbued with the true essence of the tiger form.

Shi Mu felt as if a striped tiger was attacking from the side, and the hair on his body stood on end. He instinctively tried to swing his long sword to block it, but it was too late!

Before his longsword could even make a slash, Qin Chuan had already closed in, his hand forming a claw, and grabbed Shi Mu's throat. Feeling the coldness on his neck, Shi Mu instinctively wanted to call for help, but he only felt a sudden warmth in his throat, followed by a few broken "hissing" sounds, and then everything went black before he was completely lifeless.

"Brother!"

When Shishu arrived at the corner, this was exactly what he saw.

Shi Mu's body hadn't completely collapsed yet; his neck was twisted at an unnatural angle, and his mouth was open, as if he had something he hadn't had time to say.

Shi Shu's eyes instantly turned red, filled with anger. He never expected that he would be so late, and his younger brother would die so easily, like a stray dog ​​whose neck was snapped off.

Qin Chuan looked up at the stone tree, intending to take advantage of the momentum after dealing with the stone wood to deal with the stone tree as well, so as to avoid leaving another troublesome future.

But he had only taken half a step when, boom!

The side gate of the adjacent wall suddenly shattered, scattering rubble and wood chips everywhere. A figure flew backward from mid-air and crashed heavily onto the bluestone ground in the courtyard.

Qin Chuan looked over and realized that the person was none other than A Niu.

However, at this moment, a deep fist-shaped indentation was visible on his chest, and he was coughing up mouthfuls of blood and saliva, clearly indicating that he was not going to survive.

Qin Chuan looked up again at the side door that had been smashed.

There were many figures outside the door, and then two figures rushed in one after the other.

The man in the lead was tall and thin, holding a pair of iron claws in his hands, while the man behind him was a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist, carrying a pair of brass knuckles.

The two men made no attempt to conceal their auras, clearly indicating that they were both experts in the Blood Condensation Realm.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan understood that Song Hai had probably already laid an ambush outside, coming to block the door so that no one could leave alive.

Upon seeing his helpers, Shi Shu hurriedly shouted, "You two! This brat killed my brother! Don't let him get away!"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Chuan hooked his foot and took the long knife from Shi Mu's hand. Then, with a flash, he smashed open the wooden door of the side room and disappeared into the shadows inside like a fish.

The three people outside exchanged a glance, and then rushed inside without hesitation.

There was only one person inside, while there were three of us on our side.

Three against one, the advantage is in my hands!

Seeing the three rush in, Qin Chuan took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't hold back anymore. With a thought, he activated the Scholar's class skill "A Flash of Inspiration".

In an instant, all the surrounding noise receded like the tide, and Qin Chuan's heartbeat became steady and calm, his thoughts clear as still water. At this moment, his whole body and mind were pushed to the most perfect state.

Shi Shu burst into the house, staring intently at Qin Chuan, his eyes filled with undisguised hatred. He roared, "You killed my brother! I'll make you pay with your life!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already pounced forward, his long sword slashing down with a whooshing sound.

Behind him, the skinny man's iron claws and the burly man's iron knuckles followed closely, the three killing moves coming in a triangular formation to completely block all of Qin Chuan's escape routes, leaving no gaps whatsoever.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan did not back down.

He suddenly pushed off with his feet, advancing instead of retreating, his body leaping into the air like a tiger pouncing on its prey, gripping the knife with both hands, and slashing down fiercely from above.

At the very instant the blade sliced ​​through the air, he suddenly activated the [Ghost Suppressor] class skill—Fierce and Evil.

But this is not enough.

Facing three battle-hardened Blood Condensation Realm warriors, a simple mental attack is not enough to turn the tide of the battle.

Therefore, Qin Chuan did not release this power separately, but instead crushed it and integrated it into his own Tiger Form True Meaning.

In his dream that day, he used his "bullying" skills as a thug to transform himself into a ferocious tiger that would devour anyone who came to him.

Now, "bullying" has transformed into "fierce and evil spirits," and the sinister and domineering pressure is several times stronger than before. In addition, the Tiger Form True Meaning he has comprehended through practicing the Five Elements and Twelve Forms every day in recent days caused the two forces to merge together in a thunderous burst, like wildfire meeting dry wood.

Shi Shu looked up and saw a blur before his eyes, as if the world had turned upside down. When he looked again, he saw that the boy who had attacked him had disappeared without him noticing. In his place was a fierce tiger several meters tall with piercing eyes and a white forehead, which was opening its blood-red maw and bringing with it a strong, foul stench as it pounced on him from mid-air.

The tiger's eyes were like torches, its blood-red mouth was wide open in fury, and its fangs were like hooks. It was enveloped in a ferocious aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. When it opened its mouth, it let out a roar like thunder.

As soon as the tiger roared, Shi Shu felt his heart tighten in an instant, as if something had grabbed it from his chest and made it stop beating for half a beat.

At the same time, a fierce and malevolent aura pressed down on him, penetrating to the bone marrow and directly arousing the instinctive fear in his heart. Shi Shu wanted to retreat, but his legs would not obey him; he wanted to block, but his hands could not be raised.

He stood there, watching helplessly as the tiger pounced on him. The tiger was hundreds of feet tall, its size overwhelming, like a mountain collapsing. He himself was as insignificant as an ant, about to be swallowed whole by that gaping maw and chewed up until not even bones remained.

The other two weren't doing much better.

The thin man's pupils contracted sharply, and he seemed to be frozen in place. His fingers stiffened, his knuckles turned white and he could not control them. His face drained of color, and his lips moved but could not utter a single syllable.

The burly man froze, his step abruptly halting. He stood rooted to the spot, neither daring to step forward nor to retract his foot. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, sending chills down his spine.

The three of them were so frightened that they stood frozen in place, their bodies stiff and their breaths catching in their throats, like three wooden stakes nailed to the ground, their eyes even forgetting to move.

After a moment, when they came to their senses and looked again, there was no longer any menacing tiger with glaring eyes.

There was only one boy, holding a long sword, standing quietly a few steps away from them. The tip of the sword touched the ground at an angle, his clothes fluttered slightly, and his expression was as indifferent as water.

Seeing this, Shi Shu felt a wave of fear surge from his tailbone to the top of his head. He opened his mouth to tell the other two to continue, but before he could speak, he felt incredibly weak all over, as if all his strength had been drained from his bones.

He instinctively tried to grip the long sword tightly, but found that he couldn't muster any strength with his fingers. In the end, the long sword couldn't hold on and fell from his hand with a clanging sound.

Shi Shu opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but sensed something was amiss.

He raised his hand and touched his throat. It was warm to the touch. His fingertips touched a thin crack, from which something was seeping out. It was sticky, and something was continuously seeping out from under his skin.

He glanced down at his fingers; they were covered in a dark red, viscous liquid that slowly dripped down between his fingers.

Shi Shu turned to look at the two people beside him. As the three looked at each other, the thin man and the strong man did the same thing, touching their necks, and then saw the bloodstains on their fingers.

The expressions on their faces changed from bewilderment to disbelief, and then from disbelief to despair.

Shi Shu's lips trembled as he tried to speak, but only a hoarse, hissing sound came out of his throat, like a bellows with a hole in it.

The thin man reached up to cover his neck, trying to stop the wound, but blood gushed out from between his fingers. The burly man's eyes widened, and he tried to say something, but no words came out.

Shi Shu stretched out his hand, pointing tremblingly at Qin Chuan, and shifted his body, as if he wanted to go forward and say something more.

But his knees could no longer support him, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. His body swayed, his vision went black, and he involuntarily fell forward onto the ground.

Next came the thin man, then the burly man; all three fell to the ground one after another, and finally fell silent.