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Chapter 387: Huntian Silk

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Huntian Silk

This is something out of the ordinary, truly unheard of and unseen. Who knew blood could be used as a weapon? How could this not shock people?

Hang on, if Qin Wuya’s blood possesses such power, then why is it that his handkerchief and clothes, which are also stained with blood, are unharmed?

Could it be they are made from special materials? Only this explanation makes sense.

"Tssss!"

TW-2 regained his senses, retracting his arm and vigorously slashing off his sleeve with his war blade.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."

The sleeve fell to the ground and quickly turned to ash, even creating a small pit in the ground, showing just how potent the drop of blood was.

Is this red-clad young master still human?

The reason for his coughing up blood, could it not be due to illness but rather as a lethal weapon?

"Huh"

Xiao Zheng exhaled deeply, fortunate that he hadn’t used both hands to swipe it away, or he would now be nothing but a puddle of blood.

He ground his teeth and commanded, "Make it a quick battle! Leave this young master to me!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Ten Killings gathered together, strangling the remaining six Extreme Thieves with ease.

However, the weapons of the Extreme Thieves changed once again, with just a slight move their chains revealed themselves.

F*** me sideways, they had turned into sectional staffs.

Dear lord, what in the world is this?

Ten Killings was utterly confused, because the sectional staffs had even more advantage, with more overwhelming momentum and unpredictable motion trajectories, making them much harder to deal with than the twin-section staffs.

At this moment, Long Qie and Titan returned, witnessing this scene.

Titan was still mumbling to himself, "Brother Xiao is something, isn’t he? He comes to kill people, leaving us to set fires in the background, which isn’t satisfying at all."

"Stop wasting your breath and quickly strangle these thieves!" Long Qie glared at him and quickly ran to Ten Killings’ side, besieging the six Extreme Thieves.

Titan also shut up and wielded a giant hammer, dazzling to the eyes, sparing no effort.

Long Qie was no less formidable.

With the addition of these two Killing Gods, they were like adding wings to a tiger, sweeping the Extreme Thieves one by one off their feet. Even with superior weapons, they couldn’t withstand the battle axes and the massive hammer.

"Go to hell, all of you!"

"I’m in, too!"

The pitch-black battle axe and the gigantic iron hammer smashed down simultaneously at the last two Extreme Thieves.

"Tssss..."

"Bang, bang..."

Ten Killings watched in horror. These two bosses were truly ferocious.

One of the Extreme Thieves was split in half by an axe, his brain splattered and blood flowed everywhere.

The other thief suffered an even more tragic fate, his head was plunged into his chest cavity, then his upper body exploded, scattering his innards all over the place.

Their lives thus came to an end, but they left with regrets, that is: dying before their theft was complete!

"Damn it!"

As Qin Wuya, engaged in battle with Xiao Zheng, saw this scene, he was torn apart inside. With all the Extreme Thieves dead, how was he to explain this upon returning?

How to face his father, how to face the elders, how to face the masters of the Qianqiu Group headquarters?

He roared in desperation, "Evil God, as long as I live for one day, we will never coexist peacefully."

"Pfft!"

Xiao Zheng curled his lips in a disdainful smile. He dared to threaten Laozi, what a big gut he has.

The last one who threatened me, Mo Qingyun, has grass over his grave grown to a meter high now.

"You demon, you won’t live past today, you’ll die right here!"

"Cough, cough, cough... This is what you asked for."

As Qin Wuya’s red robe fluttered, his chest swelled up, his face turning red as if he were practicing the Frog Skill.

Suddenly, his chest deflated rapidly, and he spewed out a large mouthful of fresh blood, at least 100cc, spraying it hurriedly towards Xiao Zheng.

Ah, crap.

Is this young master in the red clothes some kind of blood bank? After all that bleeding, there must have been 1000cc by now, yet he’s still lively as a dragon?

Spooky, way too fucking spooky!

Xiao Zheng broke out in a cold sweat, his movement technique accelerating to the extreme as he swiftly dodged that streak of fresh blood and yelled urgently.

"Brothers, get out of the way!"

Long Qie and Titan were confused, having not seen the scene where blood turned into clothing just moments ago.

"The two bosses, run for it!"

TW-2 grabbed their arms and lunged to the side.

Just then, with a "splosh," the blood hit the ground, sizzling and emitting white smoke.

In no time, there was a hole in the ground large enough to plant a tree.

"Holy shit!"

Long Qie and Titan both exclaimed in shock, exchanging incredulous looks, evidently questioning their life choices.

In the distance.

Qin Wuya’s face was pale, and he stumbled, nearly falling over. He had been practicing a secret thieving skill, a deadly weapon for murder; of course, the price was immense, tantamount to burning his life away.

"I don’t believe this! Again!"

With that, his chest started to swell again...

"Go to hell, you’re doing it again?"

Xiao Zheng couldn’t stand to watch any longer, for Qin Wuya’s blood carried a strong oxidizing property, making it difficult for anyone to breathe comfortably.

He prepared to end the fight quickly, to instantly kill this androgynous freak.

Leaping into the air with a murderous intent, he teleported beside Qin Wuya and kicked straight into his chest with all his might.

"Die!"

"Eh!"

Qin Wuya grunted, his power-up disrupted, now facing the backlash. His complexion grew paler and paler, till it was ghastly white.

Blood flowed from all seven of his orifices as he doubled over, clutching his belly. With vicious hate, he pointed at Xiao Zheng and scolded, "Despicable wretch, may you die a horrible death!"

He knew his Gang Yuan had suffered an ultimate backlash, his Gang Qi dissipating, vanishing into thin air. From now on, his martial artist realm would rapidly decline, relegating him to a life of mediocrity.

"People like you, neither man nor woman, are better off dead!"

Xiao Zheng crossed his arms, looking at Qin Wuya indifferently, observing his anger, his hatred, unmovable as a mountain.

"Kid, just tell me where the stolen goods from Qianqiu Group are, and I’ll spare your dog’s life!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Qin Wuya’s face twisted horribly, his sinister form darting away as he bolted.

"Catch me if you can, and I’ll tell you!"

"Chase your ass!"

Xiao Zheng, unable to bear it any longer, kicked a three-section staff, sending it spiraling through the air, crashing towards Qin Wuya.

"Whirring..."

"Bang!"

Qin Wuya couldn’t dodge in time and stumbled to the ground, unable to get back up no matter how hard he tried.

Xiao Zheng stepped onto his back and demanded harshly, "Speak, where are the goods?"

"It’s no use; even if I die, I won’t tell you," Qin Wuya stubbornly retorted, still spewing venom.

"Very well!"

Xiao Zheng smiled faintly, lifted his foot high and slammed it down hard on Qin Wuya’s thigh.

With a "crack," Qin Wuya’s leg bone shattered, the soul-wrenching pain making him roll on the ground, writhing between life and death.

"Will you speak now?" Xiao Zheng lit a cigarette, speaking with indifference.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk!"

Qin Wuya no longer had the courage to retort. Losing one leg had made him a cripple, and losing another would turn him into a complete invalid, condemned to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

"It’s in the Extreme Thief’s bag. You’ll find it there."

Without looking back, Xiao Zheng waved Long Qie over.

Long Qie hurried to the pile of corpses, searching through backpacks. Shortly, he returned with a backpack, exclaiming with joy, "Brother Xiao, it’s all here, not a single item missing."