My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

While it's generally true that a grandmaster's internal energy can maintain a dynamic balance and won't reach exhaustion, Ji Dachuan had just pushed himself to his limits, giving it his all. Even a grandmaster would need several breaths to recover from such a drain.

And a few breaths... was enough for them to kill their opponent!

And it turned out exactly as they expected.

Faced with their tricky timing and angle, Ji Dachuan truly had nowhere to hide and nowhere to retreat.

It seemed that Ji Dachuan was about to perish under their combined attack.

just,

Contrary to their expectations that Ji Dachuan would be powerless to resist and would sit and wait for his death, in reality Ji Dachuan faced a fatal blow from both sides.

"If you want me dead, then you'd better be prepared to die with me!"

With a furious shout, Ji Dachuan's previously depleted meridians suddenly burst forth with internal energy, as if a withered tree had been reborn in spring. Just as Master Han's sword light pierced his skin...

At this critical moment between life and death, his body shifted slightly by an unbelievable speed, but this tiny distance allowed him to avoid a fatal blow to his heart.

As a result, the blade pierced through his left lung and emerged from his back.

At the same time, Master Chen's poisonous palm struck fiercely from the front.

Ji Dachuan took Han Zongshi's sword strike head-on in order to deal with Chen Zongshi in front of him first.

"The Eight Forms of Overlord Fist - Returning to the Origin of One Ultimate!"

Ji Dachuan let out a low roar, instantly detonating the internal force within his body. Instantly, his body was like a fighter jet engine being driven, filled with destructive power.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his left foot stomping out in a lunge motion, then with a loud thud, he stomped out a small circular crater in the ground. He moved like a cheetah hunting its prey, his fist lunging at Master Chen's poisonous palm like a gaping maw.

This punch lacked the imposing power of Batian's, but its sharp, cone-shaped blade seemed to cleave space open, its extreme sharpness causing Master Chen's skin to feel a stinging sensation.

You have to understand, he's a grandmaster. His skin, while not quite as tough as rubber, is certainly comparable to cowhide.

Even so, he actually felt a pricking sensation.

"not good!"

Master Chen immediately realized that this punch was no ordinary punch, but at this moment, he had already launched a palm strike. The two were so close that he had no room to retreat. There was no way to avoid it, and he could only take it head-on.

Thinking of this, Master Chen gritted his teeth in anger and said, "Ah! Since you're going to fight to the death, then come on!"

Having said that, Master Chen no longer hesitated, channeling all his inner strength into his poisonous palm, preparing to fight Ji Dachuan to the death.

laugh! !

The collision between the two was not as dramatic as before, after all, the original primordial principle did not follow an explosive path.

As their fists met, the [Return to the Origin] fist's edge coalesced into a sharp cone, piercing directly through Master Chen's palm, penetrating bone and flesh, until finally, the unstoppable fist pierced Master Chen's heart. The fist's force continued its trajectory, shooting towards the ground and leaving a bottomless, one-centimeter-wide hole.

Master Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood. With his heart pierced, he was destined not to survive. It was only because he was a master that he did not die on the spot.

Finally, he looked at Ji Dachuan and asked the question that had been on his mind: "Why do you still have internal energy?"

Ji Dachuan sneered:

"I've been on guard against the two of you for a while now."

"Although that old bear was also a lackey of the imperial court, he dared to take my punch head-on, and I respect him as a man. As for you two, you are supposed to be grandmasters, yet you only know how to do sneaky things. You are a disgrace to the grandmaster level. Even if I, Ji, am to die here today, I will make you two pay with your lives!"

"you--!"

Master Chen opened his mouth to speak, but found himself speechless.

They were being deceived; they were looking for his weaknesses, but he was also giving them weaknesses in return.

The exhaustion he showed earlier was all an illusion, just to trick them into crashing into him.

Thinking of this, Master Chen closed his eyes, collapsed, and died.

What just happened happened in the blink of an eye: while Ji Dachuan was enduring Master Han's sword strike, he punched Master Chen through the heart.

And now,

Master Chen is dead.

Ji Dachuan was preparing to deal with the despicable person behind him.

Upon seeing Master Chen killed, Master Han realized something was wrong and immediately tried to draw his sword and retreat.

How could Ji Dachuan possibly give him that opportunity?

With the master's meticulous control over his body, Ji Dachuan endured the pain, his muscles bulging and tightening, managing to forcefully clamp the longsword piercing through his body.

Upon seeing this, Master Han's face revealed a fierce and vicious expression, and he angrily cursed, "Since you want to clamp, fine, then clamp!"

After saying this, Master Han prepared to pour all the internal energy in his body into the sword.

Unexpectedly, almost simultaneously, Ji Dachuan suddenly turned his body, causing the sword hilt to detach from Master Han's right hand.

As his weapon slipped from his hand, Master Han immediately thought, "This is bad." He tried to backflip away from Ji Dachuan, but Ji Dachuan was already facing him directly. How could he let him escape?

"Since we came, we're going to leave."

Before Master Han could react, Ji Dachuan's arms, as strong as steel bars, gripped Master Han's lower back, tightly binding him to his chest.

"go to hell!"

Ji Dachuan let out a low roar and delivered a headbutt to Master Han's head.

The head has always been the most vulnerable part of the human body, especially since it is also a place where internal energy cannot be enhanced.

How hard a person's head is depends entirely on the whim of God.

Ji Dachuan's skull was already harder than Han Zongshi's, and Han Zongshi was already old.

boom!

Boom!

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Blow after blow, at first Master Han tried to struggle, but now he was dizzy and disoriented, completely losing the ability to resist.

Seeing this, Ji Dachuan endured the excruciating pain in his head, released Master Han's body, and grabbed his head with both hands, twisting it violently.

With a "crack!", Master Han's cervical vertebrae were snapped, and he died.

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The crowd fell silent; no one had expected the battle to be so brutal.

The two esteemed masters, Han and Chen, died in such a manner.

The only victor in the battle—Ji Dachuan—was now truly exhausted and on his deathbed.

Don't be fooled by his killing of two people just now. First, it was because he caught them off guard. Second, in the previous battle, both Grandmasters Chen and Han's bodies were damaged by the internal force of his fists, and they had already suffered minor injuries. They were far from their peak condition.

Even so, the fiery poison contained in Master Chen's palm strike had already penetrated his body, corroding his internal organs since the beginning; while the power unleashed by Master Han's sword strike, imbued with all his inner strength, had shattered his internal organs, tearing a gash in his heart...

For an ordinary person, this kind of injury would have already killed them long ago.

It's because he's a grandmaster that he hasn't died yet, but it won't be long.

With every breath he takes now, he is one step closer to death!

"It seems that I, Ji Dachuan, will have to stop here today."

Ugh...

Ji Dachuan was unable to support his body and collapsed to his knees, spitting out a mouthful of black blood and some bits of internal organs and flesh.

Even on his deathbed, he had no regrets, only... he wanted to see Nangong Bingqing one more time.

"Qing'er, can I see you one last time?"

Ji Dachuan, covered in blood and looking disheveled and weak, spoke towards the direction of the Zichen Palace.

This was the last wish of a man who had reached the end of his rope.

As everyone watched this scene, they couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow at the end of a hero's life.

All the women present, whether pampered noblewomen or palace maids and servants at the mercy of others, shed tears. Men often say to women, "...I would go through fire and water for you?"

What does it mean to say, "I'd go through fire and water for you"?

This is!

They witnessed firsthand the genuine willingness to go through fire and water in real life.

If a man were to do what Ji Dachuan did for her, she would be willing to give up all wealth and status to spend her life with him.

Ji Dachuan's sincerity reminded Nangong Bingqing of the days she spent with Ji Dachuan when she was a child. In this situation, Nangong Bingqing could not refuse, nor could she refuse, otherwise she would seem too cold-blooded.

Nangong Bingqing said to Xia Wuwei, "Brother Wei, Qing'er will go to Brother Ji to settle things, and I'll be right back."

Xia Wuwei was extremely displeased. He didn't care what happened to Ji Dachuan; all he knew was that his woman was going to see other men.

If this woman weren't Nangong Bingqing, he would have ordered her execution long ago.

Before he could speak, Nangong Bingqing had already stepped out from among the Imperial Guards. She had already tidied her clothes and was wearing the same bright red brocade robe with gold embroidery and phoenix patterns. Her carefully made-up face and exquisitely carved hair ornaments showed the elegance and nobility of a queen.

On the other hand, Ji Dachuan looked like a beggar at this moment.

Nangong Bingqing arrived at the edge of the platform, which was seven or eight meters high, of the Zichen Palace and looked at Ji Dachuan, who was exhausted and dying, from a distance.

"Brother Ji, you—"

Nangong Bingqing was about to speak when she noticed that the cacophony of voices had completely fallen silent. This wouldn't have been a problem in itself, but everyone around her—her beloved Brother Wei, the palace maids and eunuchs, the Imperial Guards, and the other guests—all stared at her feet in astonishment!

It felt as if something terrifying was about to happen beneath my feet.

Nangong Bingqing was taken aback, not knowing what was going on.

She turned to Xia Wuwei for help.

Xia Wuwei stared blankly at Nangong Bingqing's lower abdomen, pointing helplessly and saying, "Qing'er, you, you're bleeding!"

"Blood??"

Nangong Bingqing followed Xia Wuwei's gaze and looked down at her feet.

Blood was flowing continuously from inside the bright red brocade robe embroidered with gold and phoenix patterns. In no time, a large pool of dark red blood had accumulated and was still flowing out!

Suddenly, Nangong Bingqing felt a jolt in her heart, as if her body had become light, and she had dropped something on the ground.

She unconsciously took a few steps back.