The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 164 - 134: Killing Intent

Chapter 164: Chapter 134: Killing Intent

The Qi Cultivation Expert flew into a rage, pushing out his heart’s blood, and his strength returned to his peak condition, though this peak state could only be maintained for a brief duration. But for Jin Zhihuan, it was already sufficient.

Within sixty breaths, if he couldn’t kill Li Yi, he would have no choice but to end his own life.

At this moment, Jin Zhihuan was no longer calm but rather like a crazed beast, taking the initiative to attack, charging straight at Li Yi without giving him any chance to delay. Otherwise, once his heart’s blood receded, his opportunity would be lost forever.

"A peak Qi Cultivation Expert, huh? Good, today I shall kill you squarely and justly."

Li Yi could have used stalling tactics, waiting for the opponent’s peak period to pass before making his move. However, he didn’t do so, because he wanted to use this Qi Cultivation Expert’s life to sharpen his own strength and foster his momentum. Moreover, a Qi Cultivation Expert wasn’t unbeatable. Why should he avoid the fight?

In the Four Seas and Eight Continents, it’s the Martial Artists who should be avoiding him, Li Yi.

In an instant.

Li Yi also struck, clenching his fists, as his skin, muscles, tendons, and bones resonated together, twisting all his strength into one, and with a burst of Divine Power, he raised his hand, and the Jin Qi surged, raising a whirlwind. Then, another deadly blow was launched.

Jin Zhihuan’s Sword Gang reappeared, and the Wind Listening Blade buzzed, cutting through towards him in the blink of an eye.

If it can’t split the clothes, then it targets the head.

Li Yi didn’t dodge. With a fearless punch already meeting the attack head-on, though he didn’t have Gang Qi to concentrate, the terrifying Fist Power gathered and exploded the air, as if forming a punch of white fog, dreadfully releasing through.

"Boom!"

The blood-red Sword Gang met the invisible Fist Power, and the two forces collided an inch apart. Then, the Jin Qi scattered in all directions, the wind swept back, and the air buzzed, causing the ears of nearby Martial Artists to bleed.

"You’re not Qi Cultivation."

In that moment, Jin Zhihuan’s eyes suddenly narrowed, as he now saw that Li Yi’s fists didn’t have surging Qi-Blood or converged Fist Gang. He then realized.

"I’m in the Bone-Training Realm, of course I’m not Qi Cultivation. Eat another one of my punches." Li Yi, exhausted from one punch, then roared loudly and lifted his other fist to strike again.

Divine Power erupted, and Fist Power was once again released.

"Bone-Training Realm with such strength? You think I’ll believe your lies?" Jin Zhihuan’s eyes widened, and then he roared, swinging his saber to attack again.

The Sword Gang surged out, but it was hit by the invisible Fist Power, not only unable to advance a half step but also, due to insufficient remaining force, was shaken and forced to retract and retreat.

It was just the second clash, and Jin Zhihuan, the Wind Listening Blade wielder, had already fallen into a disadvantage?

Was it because the time sustained by his heart’s blood was up and his strength began to wane?

No.

That’s not right.

His strength hadn’t waned; rather, the young man in front of him was getting stronger, stimulating his potential amidst adversity.

"I don’t believe, I don’t believe such a thing exists under the heavens."

Jin Zhihuan was frantic and frenzied. At this moment, his Wind Listening Blade buzzed again, and in an instant, he swung three slashes, fast as lightning, aiming directly at the vital points. This was his special skill called Three Corpses Cut, meaning one slash would leave nothing in front of him but three severed corpses. This move was rarely used, only employed in desperate fights.

It had been so many years since he had fought a desperate battle that he himself could hardly remember. But restored to his peak, his killing moves were readily accessible, without a hint of unfamiliarity.

"Bring it on."

Li Yi’s eyes shone, his opponent locked in, dynamic vision maxed, capturing a trace of the slicing trajectory. Then, as if blessed by divine intervention, the killing move taught to him by his master, Zhao Ge, was instinctually executed, and in an instant, he struck out three punches, each powerful enough to shake mountains and rivers.

This killing move was fittingly named Shaking Mountains and Rivers.

"Boom!"

The Fist Power and Sword Gang collided in a flash of lightning and firestones, with terrifying Jin Qi scattering along with the shattered Sword Gang. Merely the aftermath was enough to cause a nearby Jin Family disciple, who was too close, to be swept by a stray wave of Jin Qi, spitting out fresh blood and knocked unconscious immediately, while nearby bluestones were also marked with saber cuts.

Within three yards of the two fighters, the area had turned into a slaughterhouse, and anyone below the level of Qi Cultivation would be churned to death, with no chance of survival.

"This, this is what it’s like when Qi Cultivation Experts fight to the death? Truly terrifying."

Rong Niang’s face turned pale, now understanding why previously in the broken temple, Han Sui and Jin Bufen, until the end, didn’t dare to move against their master and only tried to capture her, then shot from a distance with strong bows and crossbows. The full outburst of a Qi Cultivation Expert was so fearsome, no Blood Martial Artist would dare to provoke him.

But the eldest senior brother seemed even more terrifying.

With the Martial Arts Cultivation of the Bone Forging Three Realms, he was fighting Jin Zhihuan evenly; no, he was even gaining the upper hand. He still had unrevealed Innate Divine Abilities, abundant Divine Power to vent, and potential to be stimulated... If Jin Zhihuan couldn’t defeat the eldest senior brother within ten moves, then he would be ground dead.

The saying "youngsters are to be feared" never becomes outdated.

However, at this moment.

Jin Zhihuan had already formed Sword Gang countless times, launched numerous killing moves, but every time his Sword Gang was shattered by the opponent’s Fist Power, his Treasure Saber was blown away, and such fierce fighting caused the duration sustained by his heart’s blood to arrive prematurely. Barely less than thirty breaths into their engagement, he began to feel intense pain throughout his body, and the Sword Gang from his latest strike was somewhat lacking in strength.