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It's not just the neck!

To be precise, the part of the body that was sealed by Chu Nan's Dragon Lock was completely unable to vaporize.

Lotus True Qi flowed into his meridians, forming golden True Qi barriers at the nodes of each meridian, blocking the flow of mist.

The Mist Dissolving Technique requires true qi to form a complete mist-like circulation throughout the body's meridians. If any part of it is blocked, the entire technique cannot be completed.

Li Guanqi's nebulization process was abruptly stopped at his neck.

The body parts that had already turned into atomized gray mist and drifted in the air, trying to reform, but Chu Nan held the area above the neck tightly in his hand.

"you……"

Li Guanqi's eyes were finally filled with fear.

His biggest trump card, the last resort for the disciples of Mirage Tower to save their lives, was a joke in front of this person.

The Mist Dispelling Technique has been used for hundreds of years since its creation, and it has never been forcibly interrupted in battles between people of the same realm.

This person wasn't even a master of magic; he just used the simplest and most brutal methods.

Infuse your true energy into the opponent's meridians to block the mist's escape route.

Furthermore, Chu Nan's thumb was pressing on his Adam's apple; if he pressed down an inch further, his throat bone would be crushed.

"Mirage... is the largest assassin organization in the world. My father is the leader of Mirage, and I am the young leader... If you kill me, Mirage will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

Li Guanqi's voice carried a hint of hysterical threat, "You are indeed very strong, but are you strong enough to fight the entire Mirage Tower alone? Our Mirage Tower's assassins are spread all over the world, each one a master of illusionary killing techniques. Can you defend against them? Even if you can, what about your family? What about your friends? Everyone around you—"

Chu Nan's expression changed.

Seeing this, Li Guanqi thought Chu Nan was scared, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

It was like grasping at a straw in the darkness, finally finding a fulcrum to leverage the opponent's psychology.

He didn't know that this fulcrum would become the last straw that broke his back.

"Family...friends..."

Chu Nan's voice was completely calm as he released his grip on Li Guanqi's throat.

Before Li Guanqi could even take a breath, Chu Nan's right hand had already formed a knife shape with his fingers together, and the golden true energy gathered at his fingertips transformed into an extremely thin beam of light.

Hanging hands!

But this time it didn't slash across his chest, but rather cut across Li Guanqi's throat.

The wound cut by the fingertip was extremely narrow and deep. Golden true energy poured in from the cut, burning away all the meridians and blood vessels in the neck in an instant.

Li Guanqi's eyes widened, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but only the hissing sound of air passing through the incision could be heard in his throat.

His body fell backward.

As he fell to the ground, Chu Nan patted his chest with his left hand.

A golden lotus mark the size of a fist was imprinted on his heart, but it did not detonate immediately.

Chu Nan looked down at Li Guanqi's eyes, which were gradually losing focus, and then turned and left.

After three steps, the golden lotus seal silently bloomed on Li Guanqi's chest.

A targeted burst of energy that precisely destroys the heart along with all the surrounding meridians.

Li Guanqi's body suddenly arched up, then collapsed completely to the ground.

The moonlight shone on his wide-open eyes, his pupils had already dilated, and the last remaining expression on his face was a mixture of confusion and resentment.

Even in death, he couldn't understand why his threats had actually made the other party determined to kill him.

Subsequently, his body was backfired by the unique true energy of the Mirage, and his body gradually began to turn into mist.

After Li Guanqi's body turned into mist and dissipated, the surrounding scenery gradually returned to its original state.

Chu Nan stood in the middle of the street, just about to leave, when he stepped on something hard.

Looking down, I saw the jade bracelet on Li Guanqi's wrist.

After the person died, the bracelet lost all its luster and became an ordinary blue stone bracelet. A trace of residual mist could still be seen slowly flowing inside the bracelet.

Chu Nan bent down to pick it up, then looked up and gazed towards the East China Sea.

Before his death, Li Guanqi thought that Shenlou would avenge him, but he was thinking about whether he should find an opportunity to destroy Shenlou first!

East China Sea, mirage.

The Taoist temple complex is built along the mountainside, extending from the coastline to the mountainside. The layered pavilions resemble a silent behemoth in the night.

The innermost hall is not open to the public; it is a forbidden place where successive sect leaders have secluded themselves for cultivation.

In the center of the main hall, a Taoist priest with a long beard sat cross-legged, with a bronze oil lamp on a jade table in front of him.

The lamplight was not the usual orange-yellow, but grayish-white, with the flame burning quietly and a wisp of extremely thin blue smoke reflected in the lamp.

This is a soul-guiding lamp.

Each core disciple of the Mirage Tower leaves a wisp of their natal soul fire in the lamp upon entering the sect.

The length and thickness of the soul fire represent the depth of a disciple's cultivation, and the state of the flame reflects the disciple's physical condition.

As long as the light is there, the person is there; when the light goes out, the person dies.

The long-bearded Taoist priest closed his eyes, his breathing was deep and even, and a very faint mist swirled around his body.

Then, the flame of the soul-guiding lamp in front of him suddenly flickered violently.

The Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes.

The flames swayed wildly three times under his gaze, then went out without warning.

The last wisp of grayish-white smoke in the lamp rose slowly, twisted a few times in the air, and then dissipated into nothingness.

The Taoist's pupils suddenly contracted.

His hand rested on the jade table, his lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze fixed on the lamp that had been completely extinguished.

Hurried footsteps could be heard outside the main hall.

The sounds were chaotic, coming from more than one person, and some people were even staggering.

The wooden door creaked open with a piercing sound. Three disciples in gray robes stood in the doorway. The one in the lead was deathly pale and nearly tripped over the threshold as he entered.

"The...the young master's soul-guiding lamp..."

The long-bearded Taoist slowly raised his hand, stopping him from saying anything more.

He glanced down at the extinguished lamp on the jade table, then stood up.

The movements were slow, each step carrying an extreme sense of composure.

"Who is it?"

The long-bearded Taoist's voice was calm, but beneath that calm lay a volcano.

"This disciple is investigating."

The gray-robed disciple kept his head bowed low. "Three days ago, the young master sent back a message saying that he had found a person with an empty aperture physique in the North Sea who was suitable for... suitable for cultivating the dual cultivation method. According to the schedule, he should still be in the North Sea tonight."

"North Sea?"

The long-bearded Taoist repeated himself, walked to the entrance of the main hall, and the night wind blew from the sea, causing his long beard to flutter slightly.

In the distance, fishing lights twinkled on the sea, while nearby, the layered eaves of the sea-viewing buildings stood silently under the moonlight.

"Order all Mirage disciples to immediately abandon all current tasks and rush to the North Sea within three days to find out who killed my son."

"No matter who the other party is, no matter what forces are behind them."

The long-bearded Taoist turned around, the moonlight illuminating the lines of every wrinkle on his face, each one as deep as if carved by a knife. "Bring me his head!"