What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

I spoke the coldest words in the calmest tone.

Under the old woman's terrified gaze, I suddenly raised my left arm.

I grabbed the little golden snake that was coiled around my neck, ready to take a second bite.

"Hiss!"

The little golden snake struggled violently in my palm, its hard scales even leaving several white marks on my hand.

But I didn't give it any chance to escape.

"die."

I snorted coldly and suddenly unleashed my killing intent with my left hand.

A violent, jade-colored aura instantly poured into his palm, accompanied by a tremendous grip as his five fingers tightened suddenly.

"Pfft!"

A soft popping sound rang out.

The dark golden natal Gu that the old woman regarded as her lifeblood was directly crushed into a blurry mass of flesh and blood in my left hand.

Dark green snake blood dripped through my fingers, emitting a strong, fishy stench.

With the death of the natal Gu, the white-haired old woman, as its master, naturally suffered the most direct backlash.

"Wow--"

The old woman let out a piercing scream and spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Her already aged body seemed to have all its vitality drained away in an instant, and her hair instantly turned like dry straw.

Her whole body went limp and she fell backward uncontrollably.

Facing an enemy who was already severely wounded and completely incapacitated, I felt no pity and had no hesitation whatsoever.

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

The lancet I gripped tightly in my right hand slashed through the air.

The blade flashed like water, gliding across the old woman's neck.

Without encountering any obstacles, the white-haired head detached from her neck.

The flying head tumbled several times in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, staining the surrounding purplish-red miasma.

I stood there, letting the foul-smelling blood splatter onto my trouser legs.

Afterwards, I slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and casually tossed the blurry lump of snake flesh from my left palm onto the ground.

Although the wound on my neck was still throbbing slightly, the evil energy in my body had already cleared away most of the remaining toxins.

Meanwhile, my wounds began to slowly scab over thanks to my body's powerful regenerative abilities.

The exchange lasted only a few moves.

Two of the three elders of the Lan family died.

The battle was almost a complete rout.

Grandpa, is this the legacy you left me?

I sighed inwardly.

At this moment, the open space outside the Blue Hall, which was originally filled with murderous intent, fell into a suffocating silence.

I turned my head, my gaze passing over the gradually dissipating purplish-red miasma, and looked towards the steps.

In mid-air, the four willow-leaf blades, still under my control, relentlessly suppressed Lan Haiping's insect shield like tireless ghosts.

Lan Haiping's expression at this moment was beyond just ugly.

It was a pale color that was a mixture of extreme fear and disbelief.

Behind Lan Haiping, in the shadows under the eaves of the Blue Hall.

The mysterious man wearing half a bronze mask had somehow lowered his arms, which were clasped in front of his chest.

His eyes, hidden behind the mask, were staring intently at me through the darkness.

An even colder and more dangerous aura than before was slowly rising from his body.

I gripped the spare willow-leaf dagger in my hand, and the murderous aura within me surged once more.

Since this guy wearing the bronze mask is so arrogant, watching me kill two people without making a move immediately.

Then I naturally wouldn't mind turning the tables and taking advantage of the situation to completely reverse the deadly trap that was originally meant to surround me, turning it into a burial ground for these people.

While the masked man's chilling aura was still rising and he hadn't fully launched his attack, I didn't pause at all.

With a sudden stomp of my foot, I charged directly toward Lan Haiping on the steps, wielding my willow-leaf dagger.

I'm going to strike while the iron is hot and send this fat Lan family guy to hell as well.

"Holy messenger, save me!"

Seeing me charging towards him like a god of death, Lan Haiping finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a roar.

With his cry for help, the masked man who had been standing in the shadows under the eaves finally moved.

His movements were very strange; he didn't unleash a deafening sonic boom like I did with my powerful physique.

Instead, it was like a ghost, as if it were stepping on some special Taoist Yu Step, its figure blurring for a moment in the night.

Almost simultaneously, a strong, pungent smell of blood, mixed with a chilling gust of wind, rushed towards us.

The masked man actually crossed a distance of more than ten meters and appeared in front of me in an instant!

His appearance abruptly halted my advance toward the steps.

Under the cover of night, a dark red dagger appeared in his hand without his knowledge.

The short blade had a very peculiar shape, with a long and narrow blade and a deep blood groove, and the back of the blade was covered with barbs.

It looks like a magnified weapon, specifically designed for deboning and skinning.

"clang!"

The dagger in my hand clashed violently with his dark red boning dagger, sending up a burst of dazzling sparks.

The moment we clashed, a tremendous force traveled along the blade, making my hand go numb.

A slight chill ran through me.

This masked man's strength is indeed ridiculously powerful.

Based on this one exchange alone, I can tell that in terms of pure strength, I am inferior to him.

Seeing this, I did not choose to fight head-on, but instead used the recoil to retreat half a step.

At the same time, my mental strength remained undiminished, and I continued to maintain my Qi control, manipulating the four willow-leaf blades to suppress Lan Haiping on the steps.

As for myself, I gripped the scalpel tightly and engaged in a dangerous close-quarters fight with the masked man.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The masked man's boning dagger transformed into a dark red blur, its attacks relentlessly targeting my vital points.

After exchanging a few blows, my surprise grew stronger.

The masked man's inner energy was also malevolent!

Moreover, the purity and depth of that malevolent energy far surpassed that of someone like me who had only recently entered the realm of malevolent core cultivation.

He was clearly an old monster who had spent countless years accumulating experience on the path of alchemy.

What terrified me even more was his fighting style.

His technique of wielding the boning dagger clearly carried the precision and ruthlessness of the corpse-sewing masters who dissected corpses.

Each cut follows the texture of human muscles and bones, attempting to cause maximum damage with minimal force.

However, within the methods of this corpse-stitching man, there was also a hidden, insidious, and cunning element of the Gu magic of the Southern Frontier.

Even the way he walked showed traces of Taoist walking techniques.

This is simply a monster that forcibly blends together the methods of a hundred different schools of thought!