The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 139 - 118 Seeking Justice_2

Chapter 139: Chapter 118 Seeking Justice_2

Han Sui gripped Rong Niang tightly, then stared at Li Yi with a look of wariness in his eyes that was more intense than ever.

Li Yi, now turning around to face the crowd in the dim, broken temple, seemed to have unusually bright eyes. He looked at Rong Niang, who had been captured, and slowly said, "Could you do me a favor and release this lady? Enough people from Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall have already died, and I don’t want to see another get hurt today. Whatever grievances there are, direct them at me."

After speaking, he slowly extended his hand and said, "I, Li Yi, shoulder the responsibility alone."

At that moment, Rong Niang’s eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Li Yi, showing a hint of brightness. She had heard about him from her junior sister. Li Yi was a disciple found by their master on Ghost Street, taught only two hours of boxing, but from the mouth of her junior sister, Zhao Qian, she knew that Li Yi was the son of a wealthy family: well-known, kind-hearted, fiercely loyal, somewhat foolish, and still someone who knew no martial arts.

Yet, why was this man completely different from the person her junior sister had described? His demeanor bold and mystical, exuded an emperor-like aura, resembling a ghost descended to earth, and commanded awe in others.

"Why should I show you face and release the remnants of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall just because you said so?" Han Sui coldly said.

Li Yi strode toward him with a stern expression, "If you don’t release her, I will be the first to kill you."

"You dare threaten me? Take one more step, and I’ll immediately strangle her."

Han Sui applied more pressure with his palm, his fingers already embedding into Rong Niang’s flesh, her pale neck starting to bleed. It would only take a bit more force to crush her windpipe and kill her on the spot.

Rong Niang’s face turned red from suffocation, barely able to breathe, but still, she struggled to say, "Master brother, don’t worry about me. Kill him and avenge the others from the martial hall..."

"Shut up." Han Sui snapped.

He kept a wary eye on Li Yi, truly unable to fathom this man’s depth or power.

If he was a Blood Refining Warrior, why couldn’t he sense any overwhelming blood energy?

Could he possibly be a Qi Cultivation Expert?

But he did not look like it either; such a young Qi Cultivation Expert was nearly impossible, unless Zhao Ge was incredibly lucky to have trained such a disciple.

He couldn’t be a Marrow Training Martial Artist either, could he? That was even more unlikely; Zhao Ge’s two disciples who underwent Marrow Training couldn’t withstand a single move in front of him. If this man had only such cultivation, he wouldn’t have the guts to act so boldly in front of him; he would have shown his fear long ago.

"While this Li Yi confronts Han Sui, I need to get someone to test this man’s abilities, see how strong he really is," Jin Bufen thought, watching carefully while gesturing quietly in a specific direction.

A subordinate named Jin San immediately understood the signal.

He was a Marrow Training Martial Artist. Although not the leader of this operation, he was a minor leader with ten Bone Training skilled followers under his command, each wielding strong bows and crossbows, ferocious in battle, and he himself held an Iron Core Bow combined with Armor-piercing Arrows, capable of killing a Blood Refining existence if the opportunity arose.

At this moment, Jin San carefully pulled out an arrow and drew his bowstring.

With his arm strength, the Iron Core Bow slowly opened.

The bowstring was taut, emitting a slight creaking sound.

His target was Li Yi, in the temple.

"Shoot him in the back of the head; if it hits, he will undoubtedly die," Jin San thought with a murderous look, then released his finger.

The strong bow propelled an Armor-piercing Arrow shooting out.

Whoosh!

The force was so powerful that it instantly penetrated the temple’s wooden wall, and then continued straight toward the back of Li Yi’s head.

"Will this work?"

Jin Bufen held the Treasure Saber and stepped forward a few steps with the flight of the arrow, hoping to seize the opportunity to decapitate Li Yi.

"Good shot."

Han Sui held the hostage and inwardly praised as he noticed the arrow, confident that this shot would force Li Yi to reveal his skills.

"Big brother, be careful." Shou Hou finally reacted, his face drastically changing as he hastily warned.

A warning now? Too late.

Jin Bufen smirked coldly, his Treasure Saber chiming, ready to strike.

However, in the next moment, his cold smirk froze, and his arm that had just been raised halted.

Li Yi, as if he had eyes at the back of his head, without even turning around, just tilted his head and the arrow flew past his ear, then penetrated deeply into an old beam inside the temple.

The feather of the arrow vibrated, stuck in the beam, and abruptly stopped.

"You’re kidding, right? He didn’t even see it and yet dodged it?" Han Sui was shocked.

This was definitely not something an ordinary Martial Artist could achieve, at least a Blood Martial Artist couldn’t reach such a level.

"Secret arrows hurting people? Unfortunately, they are useless against me. Since you refuse to let go and release my fellow apprentice sister, I have no choice but to send you on your way."

The light in Li Yi’s eyes seemed to grow brighter. He had not acted earlier, only to let his enemy lower their guard and bring them within a distance where he could instantly kill them.

Now, the distance was close enough.

"Don’t talk big; be careful not to bite your tongue."

Trying to maintain his composure, Han Sui sneered, feeling somewhat confident with a hostage in his hands, believing that even if the opponent attacked first, he could use the woman as a shield.

But before he could finish speaking—

The entire small temple suddenly lit up.

As soon as the light appeared, Han Sui’s head buzzed instantly, his consciousness blurred at that moment, unable to distinguish north, south, east, or west, and all he could see was a vast white.

Concentrating spirit in the eyes, the eyes could kill.

This was the Eye-witness Skill that Evolvers possessed after activating the Spirit Medium.

And now, Li Yi had become an inspiration, and his Eye-witness Skill was even more formidable.

Han Sui was a Blood Refining Warrior, but he couldn’t resist the Eye-witness Skill. Although he didn’t die from bleeding from all orifices, his head was severely injured, nearly fainting.

But in that moment—

Li Yi’s towering figure had already struck horizontally, raising a fist as he lifted his arm, the Fist Power exploding with a deadly move delivered.

"Han Sui, be careful," Jin Bufen’s voice revealed a hint of horror.

This burst from Li Yi was terrifying. He was still in his original spot one moment, and then he had charged to the forefront in the next, covering several meters as if in an instant. Fiercely unlike any ordinary person, and the white light a moment ago had even caused him to lose focus momentarily.

However, Han Sui was no longer able to respond.

With a fist blast like the echo of thunder.

Li Yi’s punch, passing closely by Rong Niang, burst into Han Sui’s head. His fragile head burst open like a watermelon at this moment, with various contents flying around, raising a thick scent of blood.

Rong Niang watched the scene in astonishment.

The others who saw this were also shocked, as if they had seen a ghost.

Within a breath’s span of time, a Blood Refining Warrior had been killed just like that?

"Sorry, senior sister, I didn’t control my strength well and splashed blood on you," Li Yi said apologetically to Rong Niang.

Rong Niang’s face was full of shock. She couldn’t believe that this master’s closed door disciple in front of her was so ferocious.

A single strike had truly killed Han Sui.

However, before she could speak, Li Yi had already turned to look at another person, his pupils gleaming in the dim ruins of the temple, like a hungry dragon hidden deep in the abyss that had been disturbed and awakened at that moment.

This moment—

Jin Bufen was sweating profusely, his hands accustomed to holding a sword trembling slightly.

"You, who exactly are you? There is no such person in Xingzhou."

Li Yi, now with a cold expression, advanced with a commanding presence, "I have crossed borders to seek justice. You all go to extremes, your methods too ruthless. Starting with you, I will take back the debts of blood owed by Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall, one by one."

Jin Bufen’s courage began to fail, and he couldn’t help but retreat repeatedly.

When there was no room left to retreat, his killer instinct as a Swordsman forced out, he suddenly let out a long cry, "Everyone, draw your swords, join me in surrounding and killing this man. If he does not die, none of us will survive today."

At that command—

The subordinates hiding around immediately drew their swords, bursting through the wooden walls of the ruinous temple, roaring as they charged to kill Li Yi, hoping to take advantage of their greater numbers to create an opportunity to defeat him.

Everyone understood that with Li Yi, a genuine disciple appearing at Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall today, if they did not kill him, they would be held accountable later, and no one would be spared.

"Truly a bunch born evil, no different from the bandits robbing homes in movies. Well, you could use some company on the road to hell. I’ll send you on your way together." With that, Li Yi moved his foot.

The ground exploded; he vanished in an instant.

"Kill."

Jin Bufen’s Treasure Saber clanged, the cold light suddenly flashed, and he no longer backed away but met the charge with a stunning slash.