Chapter Seventy-Three: The Collapse of Phantom Clouds

  Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Xiao Gao Yun's reaction was quick, but his dantian was pierced and his true energy couldn't be circulated.

  Enduring intense pain, both hands suddenly grasped the hand holding the sharp dagger, attempting to restrain the opponent.

  But what was unbelievable was that this stab not only pierced through the inner armor he wore, but also had enough strength to punch out.

  Boom!

  A fierce and violent blow hit the chest, making a loud noise, and the whole body made a rattling sound like beans being poured out, rushing straight towards the other two people who were running at full speed.

  In the golden light, a pair of blood-red eyes were faintly visible, as well as the scar with a flashing, eerie blood mark under the disheveled hair.

  "Is it a ghost?"

  As this thought flashed through his mind, the middle-aged man felt that he had lost control of his body, and an inexplicable chill in his heart.

  "Second Brother!"

  Two people exclaimed in surprise, unsure of what had happened, but instinctively reached out to catch the thin high school student.

  Rumble!

  Hmph!

  The object that pierced his dantian was pulled out, blood splashing everywhere. The originally unconscious Yun Zhonghu suddenly sprang up from the ground, like an arrow shot from a bowstring, shooting towards the two people.

  But looking at the rolling smoke behind him, the shattered ground boards and wallboards, it can be seen how powerful he is.

  "Not good!"

  A sense of crisis enveloped their minds, and the two of them instinctively used their thin high school bodies to shield their chests.

  Decades of brotherly affection, at the moment of life and death, made them choose to abandon their second elder brother who had been with them day and night, and even comforted themselves that they would forgive them.

  The thin high school student's pain slightly subsided, but his consciousness was still extremely clear. He naturally felt the unconscious movements of the two people, and closed his eyes without joy or sorrow, silently sighing: "Forget it!"

  A scene flashed through his mind, with joyful laughter and slaughter, galloping across the ancient mountain range...

  Excruciating pain struck, and suddenly everything in front of me went dark, and I lost all sensation.

  Pfft! Boom!

  That flying cloud fox, with a strength that exceeded everyone's expectations, punched through the sharp blade that was originally stuck in the middle-aged man's dantian, and it pierced into the chest of the person behind him.

  His entire wrist, even more so, was rigidly inserted into the thin waist of his high school years, and the fierce fist above flashed violently, shaking and trembling, smashing his back to pieces.

  For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, and scattered pieces of flesh flew out, sprinkling the two people's heads and faces.

  "Primordial Martial Twin Cultivation!"

  The two men's combat experience was incredibly rich, and in an instant, they sensed the strong physical body and the true energy intensity of the other's Zhen True Realm.

  A surge of powerful energy came from the front, and the middle-aged man rapidly mobilized his true energy, but still a step too slow. Under this impact, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.

  In the silence, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and an icy sensation spread throughout his body. Severe pain followed immediately after.

  He was no stranger to slaughter and knew that it was the result of being pierced by a sharp blade, with blood flowing rapidly through his body.

  In the dimness, he stared at a pair of eyes with red pupils, and the extraordinary dark red birthmark transformed into a sinister evil spirit face in his eyes, suddenly swallowing him.

  Ah!

  In an instant, the innocent lives he had slaughtered flashed through his mind, all revealing themselves in this evil spirit, crazily biting him.

  Although extremely brief, it felt extremely long, darkness descended, and his soul was ruthlessly torn apart and devoured.

  Even if this person was a martial artist in the Refining Realm, being stabbed in the heart would still be an instant death. He let out a few gasps, spitting out blood foam as he fell to the ground.

  "Sixth Brother!"

  The middle-aged man who was knocked flying, no longer caring about anything else, let out a loud and fierce roar, his body suddenly dashing towards the outside of the door, with blood continuously spilling from his mouth, his appearance extremely pitiful.

  He killed two people in a row, and the thin figure covered in bloodstains floated towards the back of the despicable middle-aged man like a ghost.

  "I'm going all out against you!"

  Feeling the strong wind coming from behind, the despicable middle-aged man only had one Water-Splitting Needle left in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw it out, transforming into a sharp needle that shot towards the figure.

  Unfortunately, without the support of true energy, even if this Water Splitting Spear was a spiritual weapon, it couldn't withstand that person's powerful physical body for even a moment.

  Wow!

  With a casual sweep of his arm, he knocked away the water droplets, and that person's momentum didn't decrease at all. He approached again, shrinking behind the middle-aged man's back, and just as he was about to add another punch.

  "What's going on?"

  That majestic middle-aged man held the lifeless body of Yun Zhongtiger, just about to get up and check inside the house, but heard a series of muffled noises coming from inside.

  At this time, he saw the miserable state of his own brother, how could he not understand that the other party was ambushing in the house? With a violent temperament like his, he suddenly became furious and attacked with all his might, handing over the corpse to San Hei Zi.

  Roar!

  Fierce aura suddenly burst out, crackling sounds all over the body, a set of taut clothes instantly shattered, revealing the inner iron-like bumpy flesh.

  Under the gradually rising moonlight, a chilling golden light flickered.

  "Looking for death! Barbaric collision!"

  A robust middle-aged man rushed out, directly colliding with the lean figure of a despicable middle-aged man who was chasing him. His shoulder burst out at an angle, his shiny muscles seemed to emit a chilling aura like an iron hammer.

  Fierce power, impact force, sand and gravel spew out, like a tornado sweeping across, every step leaves a deep footprint on the ground.

  What an imposing momentum, worthy of being called a barbaric charge!

  Swift and unmatched, facing this blow, if continuing to pursue the despicable middle-aged man, there will inevitably be no time to respond.

  "Change is unpredictable, fantasy clouds collapse!"

  A voice devoid of sorrow or joy, unscathed and unfeeling, like a boulder in the world, without any emotion.

  That figure suddenly stretched out its hands, seemingly slow yet fast, both fast and slow, changing unpredictably, like clouds at the edge of the sky transforming endlessly.

  Facing the majestic middle-aged man's shocking impact, the blood-stained figure didn't flinch or dodge, seemingly unaware, and instead lightly pushed out both hands.

  A strange scene unfolded, that seemingly earth-shattering collision, first violently crashed into the range of swinging hands, directly pushing that human figure back several steps.

  But with each step back, the robust body of middle age slows down a bit, and finally has no strength to move forward.

  In his astonished and disbelieving eyes, he watched as that person coldly spat out a single word.

  "Boom!"

  Fierce power, wave after wave, like boundless sea waves, swept from the shoulders as hard as rocks.

  Rustling and crackling!

  In the midst of the crackling sounds, the robust middle-aged man felt as if his shoulder bones had shattered into pieces, and he was overcome with intense pain. His massive body uncontrollably flew backward.

  No one would have thought that this majestic middle-aged man had once been as thin and frail as a skeleton, and his defeat was even more swift and decisive.

  Rumble!

  The majestic body fell to the ground, flying out for dozens of feet, stirring up a vast expanse of dust.

  This scene fell into the eyes of a sly middle-aged man and three black men who were running out of the wooden house, and they were suddenly shocked with their mouths wide open for half a day.

  Three black men looked at the strong wind blowing up their hair, and then the moonlight revealed that face like an evil spirit, stumbling, pale, legs trembling, obviously recognizing who this person resembling an evil spirit was.