Chapter 62: The Person Who Took Your Head Off

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  "True Yang Palm!"

  Teng Yunlong's double palms urged out a purple gas membrane, the gas membrane contained high temperature, and the air along the way boiled violently, like boiling water.

  When the blood-colored palm print and the purple gas membrane collided, the air violently twisted, followed by a strong purple light bursting out, wanting to burst through the blood-colored palm print. However, the palm print was extremely solid and had the effect of erasing true energy. As soon as the purple light touched it, it seemed like spring snow meeting a fierce sun, melting and retreating in disarray. In the blink of an eye, three-tenths were ground away, leaving seven-tenths that shattered and collapsed at a single touch.

  Pfft!

  Spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, Tengyun Long flew backwards in an unbelievable manner.

  The Butcher of the Bloody Hand would not give up such a great opportunity, and as soon as his foot touched the ground, he chased after him, laughing loudly: "My Butcher Yuan Blood Hand is indeed a top-notch martial skill at the human level, but it's specially designed to break through internal energy, let alone you didn't have time to build up your strength earlier, and only 70% of your skills were unleashed, how can you be my match? Hurry up and die!"

  "You think I'm a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered by you, Butcher with bloody hands?" Upon hearing this, a hint of anger flashed across Teng Yunlong's face as he retreated. During his retreat, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a dan medicine that was about the size of a dragon's eye. The surface of the dan medicine was crystal clear, but inside, it contained a fierce red glow that swirled around.

  Without hesitation, he swallowed the elixir, and Tengyun Long let out a low growl. His purple robes fluttered without wind, clearly using his full strength to circulate his true energy.

  Next moment.

  Teng Yunlong's face turned bright red, with earthworm-sized veins bulging under his skin all the way to his hair knot.

  The Butcher's eyes widened in shock, "Lethal Heart Pill!"

  Carla!

  The ground was trampled into powder, Tengyun Long stopped his retreat, and a faint red glow enveloped his entire body. His astonishing aura suddenly rose, and he was in no way inferior to a mid-stage True Essence realm martial artist.

  "That's right, it's the Lethal Heart Pill of our sect. After taking it, within a minute, the true energy in the body will surge, allowing one's strength to increase by one level. Moreover, the medicinal effect is endless, and the true energy will continue to flow, suppressing all previous injuries." As Teng Yunlong spoke, his right hand was placed horizontally outside his dantian, three inches away, slowly pulling upwards as if making final preparations to bring out the maximum effect of the Lethal Heart Pill.

  Before this, there were already many onlookers, among whom were some lone wanderers of the jianghu, and Ye Chen's figure was prominently among them.

  "Unexpectedly, the inner disciple of the Purple Sun Sect has taken the lead, which is a bit troublesome. However, it's okay, Blood Hand Butcher isn't that easy to deal with. His strength is secondary, at most equivalent to an ordinary mid-stage Condensing Reality martial artist. But his experience is extremely cunning, able to bring out 11% or 12% of his strength. In this game of cat and mouse, even if a mid-stage Condensing Reality martial artist comes, they won't be able to handle him." As he stood behind the crowd holding the reins of his horse, several thoughts flashed through Ye Chen's mind.

  As soon as he saw the strange phenomenon on Tengyun Long's body, and heard Butcher Blood mention the Lixing Dan, Ye Chen immediately understood that Tengyun Long actually had a lifesaving method. The Lixing Dan was a unique elixir of the Ziyang Sect, which could not be refined even in tens of years, and each one could be sold for tens of thousands of silver coins outside, making it a sought-after item among many warriors.

  It seems that Teng Yunlong is determined to kill the Bloodhand Butcher, after all, a single Lethal Heart Dan is worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, while killing the Bloodhand Butcher would only yield four thousand taels of gold, which is roughly equivalent in value, so it's not like he'd be making a profit or suffering a loss, and killing him would be pointless.

  "Even if you took the Heartbreak Pill, so what? Die for me!" The opponent even had the Heartbreak Pill, obviously highly valued by the upper echelons of the Purple Sun Sect. Who knows what other precious items he might have on him? Thinking this, Blood Butcher's aura grew stronger, and with a fierce palm strike, he attacked Tengyun Long.

  Hiss!

  The air was pierced by a bloody palm print, stirring up waves of ripples that rushed out, with the momentum of a slap that could kill Tengyun Dragon.

  Teng Yunlong let out a long, mournful howl towards the sky, and the red light on his body suddenly surged threefold. The intense True Qi fluctuations shook the doors and windows around him, causing them to rattle and emit a "ka ka ka" sound.

  "Want to kill me? Look for death."

  Unyielding and unwavering, Teng Yunlong's right hand drew a semicircle in the void, as a mass of purple-red converging energy coalesced into a glowing orb that hurtled towards the blood-colored palm print.

  Rumble!

  The buildings on both sides cracked open with several large fissures, and the shockwave that could stun a tiger radiated everywhere, blowing away the crowds watching from a distance, wailing in distress.

  The two men who were fighting each retreated three steps and then clashed again.

  Boom boom boom boom boom...

  The palm wind howled, the figures overlapped, and the explosive sounds of the air burst continuously. The two men fought from east to west, and then from the streets to the rooftop of the wine building. Anywhere was their battlefield.

  After a long time, a figure suddenly retreated and fell onto a civilian house.

  He is a butcher!

  "Think you can stall for time? Not a chance!" Teng Yunlong sneered, flying towards his opponent with a palm strike.

  The Butcher of Blood Hand didn't dodge, his feet slightly apart, right palm raised, directly and heavily colliding with Tengyun Long's attack.

  Bang!

  Ah!

  After the loud noise, there were miserable cries. The non-human-shaped Tengyun Long was trapped inside the wall of the wine house, his eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost, and he said in a faint voice: "You are so despicable, actually hiding your own strength."

  "Haha, I actually broke through to the middle stage of the Congenital Realm half a month ago. But I was afraid of being hunted down by even stronger people, so I've been hiding my true strength all along. This way, I can live freely and play with you so-called sect disciples, while also getting rich from you guys. What's not to love? Bloodhand Butcher paused for a moment before continuing: "After I get the wealth from you, I plan on leaving Tianfeng Nation and going to other countries, where I'll change my name and surname. By then, no one will be able to find the person known as Bloodhand Butcher, hahahaha..."

  In the end, the butcher with bloody hands laughed triumphantly. Although his strength was not particularly high, he had played with many beautiful women, including young ladies from large families. He had killed so many people that he could no longer count them, at least enough to fill this entire tavern. But he was lucky, and until now, he had not died. Moreover, the wealth on his body had reached tens of millions, and he could blend in seamlessly anywhere.

  Teng Yunlong's eyes widened, unwilling to swallow his last breath. At the moment of death, he regretted not escaping directly, regretted taking on this task, and regretted encountering the sinister and cunning butcher, Bloodhand.

  If he had a chance to relive his life, he would definitely choose to live it well and not risk his own life for the sake of fame.

  Jian Tianyunlong was already dead, but the blood-handed butcher was still uneasy. With a palm strike, he shattered his opponent's chest, and only then did he walk forward to prepare for a body search.

  "What a blood-handed butcher, with such deep and sinister intentions." A clear voice rang out from the crowd.

  The butcher with bloody hands stopped in his tracks, looked over in the direction of the sound, and asked in a gloomy tone, "Who?"

  "The one who takes your head off."

  Ye Dun slowly walked out of the crowd.