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

The black knife's blade encountered no resistance and, as easily as cutting tofu, cleanly and decisively cleaved the thick-backed short knife in two.

The broken blade spun out and "thudded" into the red brick wall beside it.

After severing the weapon, the black blade continued its momentum, slashing down fiercely along Qiu Feng's left shoulder.

"Ugh!"

Immediately, Qiu Feng let out a painful groan.

Although he had used the backward leaning motion to dissipate some of the force, the black knife still sliced ​​through his clothes without any resistance, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain from his left shoulder to his chest.

Dark red blood gushed out instantly, staining half of his body red.

Through this brief exchange and the force that rebounded from the blade, I instantly figured out my opponent's strengths and weaknesses.

The Qi in this person's body is very condensed, and the dark green evil Qi is circulating extremely fast in the meridians.

Even in a hasty defensive situation, one can still mobilize a vast amount of internal energy to protect oneself.

This is a true master of the Dan realm, and his foundation is quite solid.

No wonder Old Man Huo died at his hands.

However, there are vast differences between different Dan realms.

Having landed a decisive blow, I gave him no chance to catch his breath or create distance.

When dealing with such a powerful and skilled outlaw, one must not be careless in the slightest or give him a chance to catch his breath.

I stomped my feet hard on the ground, and like a leech, I pressed myself against Qiu Feng as he retreated.

"Who are you?!"

Chou Feng clutched his bleeding shoulder, stumbling backward while screaming in terror.

His sinister eyes were now filled with horror, clearly stunned by my unreasonable surprise attack and terrifying burst of power.

I didn't answer his nonsense; instead, I raised the black knife in my hand once more in response.

The evil energy within my body is now operating wildly, and the viscous evil energy is continuously flowing into the black blade through the meridians in my arms, which are now fully open.

At the same time, the dark forging patterns on the surface of the black blade, resembling ripples on water, seemed to come alive.

It exudes a chilling and fierce aura.

I gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands and launched a fierce and relentless attack on Qiu Feng.

There were no fancy moves or unnecessary actions.

Every strike I make is a direct chop, slash, flick, or stab.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, accompanied by a low, tearing sound as it pierced the air.

Qiu Feng was now driven to the brink of despair.

Ignoring his wounds, he frantically channeled the eerie green energy within his body, attempting to condense a protective shield in front of him.

At the same time, his hands kept changing hand seals, trying to unleash some kind of evil counterattack.

However, in the face of absolute overwhelming power, all fancy tricks are futile.

The malevolent energy within me was already more ferocious and domineering than ordinary internal energy, and after merging with the gift of the dragon soul, it gained an even greater natural suppressive force.

When Qiu Feng's proud, eerie green aura came into contact with the malevolent energy attached to my blade, it was like snow meeting the blazing sun—it was instantly melted and crushed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In just a few breaths, the two of us exchanged seven or eight blows in this small room of less than twenty square meters.

I cleaved the altar in two with a single stroke, and the skulls and ritual implements placed on it rolled to the ground.

The black cloth sealing the windows was torn apart by the blade's energy, and the bright afternoon sunlight shone through the cracks, illuminating the dust and blood mist that filled the room.

Qiu Feng's defense was completely broken down under my relentless attacks.

The evil energy shield he had conjured was peeled away layer by layer by the black blade, and several more knife wounds of varying depths appeared on his body.

At the same time, his steps became unsteady, and the fear in his eyes had completely turned into panic.

Just as he was trying to dodge my downward slash with a roll and was about to turn around to grab the beast-headed short stick on the ground, I seized a fatal opening in his movement.

I slid my left foot forward half a step and lowered my body slightly to avoid his feint.

Then, I suddenly raised my right leg and slammed my knee into his chest.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bones cracking clearly reached my ears.

After the sound of bones cracking, a large section of Qiu Feng's chest caved in instantly.

At the same time, the enormous impact caused him to lose his balance instantly.

He opened his mouth wide, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards like a tattered sack, his feet leaving the ground, towards the red brick wall behind the bungalow.

"Boom!"

The old, dilapidated single-brick wall simply could not withstand the terrifying kinetic energy generated by a grown man striking it.

With a dull thud, Qiu Feng's body smashed a large hole in the wall.

Large chunks of red brick, peeling cement blocks, and billowing dust instantly rose into the air.

Qiu Feng's body passed straight through the wall and crashed heavily into the open-air pigpen behind the bungalow, which was filled with pig manure and mud.

The already restless pigs around were terrified by the sudden loud noise and the figure that crashed in, and they scattered in all directions, letting out a series of piercing squeals.

The entire battle inside the house, from the moment I kicked the door open to the moment Qiu Feng was knocked away, lasted no more than thirty seconds.

I took a deep breath to calm the surging evil energy within me, then picked up the black knife and stepped out of the large hole in the wall, treading on the broken bricks scattered on the ground.

Looking up, Qiu Feng was lying face down in the foul-smelling mud, his body covered in filth and blood.

His chest heaved violently, and each breath was accompanied by a series of painful coughs.

Hearing the sound of my footsteps on the broken bricks, he struggled to lift his head. His once gaunt and gloomy face was now twisted and deformed from extreme pain.

As he watched me slowly approaching, his strong will to survive drove him to make a final struggle.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain from his broken chest, and desperately shoved his hands into the muddy ground, trying to push himself up and crawl towards the weeds surrounding the pig farm.

As he climbed, he mumbled some kind of incantation.

It seems they are trying to activate some kind of life-saving escape technique to flee from here.

Unfortunately, he ran into me today.

Li Qing was still guarding outside.

I watched him writhe in the mud like a stray dog, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

I didn't even quicken my pace; I just maintained that unhurried rhythm and walked step by step behind him.

After walking up to him, I looked at Qiu Feng's right ankle, which was stomping hard on the ground, and pressed down on my right wrist, which was holding the black knife.

The tip of the black knife pierced through his Achilles tendon, pinning his right foot firmly to the ground.

"ah--!"

Instantly, Qiu Feng let out an extremely shrill scream, the sound of which even drowned out the squeals of the surrounding pigs.

His forward-crawling body suddenly froze, and he curled up in pain.

He clung tightly to his nailed foot with both hands, but dared not pull out the knife. He could only roll and writhe wildly in the mud.