My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

439 One-Man Defense!

“If they want our lives, they’ll have to prove they can take them!” The younger prodigies were brimming with vigor. All eyes, however, were on Xiang Mingfeng.

“I won’t hinder anyone wishing to leave. That’s your right,” Xiang Mingfeng declared calmly. “Just as long as you don’t harm Brother Zhou. Brother Zhou led us out of the bronze realm, saving our lives. At the very least, I can’t do anything that will betray him.”

Xiang Mingfeng was known for his straightforwardness. The older prodigies who recognized this about him blushed in silence. As soon as Xiang Mingfeng finished his speech, he moved toward the Qingzhou guards.

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At the center of the battlefield, Qin Huai’s emperor force transformed a radius of several dozen meters into a forbidden zone for all living beings.

Countless great blood refinement realm guards felt like they had been hit hard the moment they entered this power’s range — their bones fractured, blood seeping out. The emperor’s prestige was enormous, too much for ordinary people to withstand.

Ropes of murderous intent coiled around Qin Huai. “Four-directional tiger-wolf technique, blood fury!”

A trace of blood trickled from Qin Huai’s mouth. The killing intent around him seemed to solidify — a mere flick of his fists conjured a terrifying wind, annihilating all the bone pattern realm experts who had intruded.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a powerful force surged towards him from afar, riding the faint might of the Qingzhou guards. A tall, green-armored man launched an attack, and a huge shadow descended from the sky.

Qin Huai looked up abruptly, spotting a rock over twenty meters long plummeting towards him.

“Break!” Qin Huai’s eyes grew cold as he hurled a bullhorn-like fist upwards.

The armored man seized this chance to attack. A dim green light formed around his body, turning him into a small giant about four to five meters tall.

“I’ve got him!” the green-armored general exclaimed in delight, his massive fists aiming straight at Qin Huai’s chest.

Bang!

The boulder overhead crumbled under Qin Huai’s fists, and the resulting rock debris crushed many of the Qingzhou guards.

Amid the stone rain, two enormous fists landed on Qin Huai’s chest simultaneously. Still, Qin Huai didn’t budge an inch. His hair was as white as snow, his gaze icy.

“Dragon king form!”

The green-armored general saw those indifferent eyes, as if they were saying ‘Is that all you’ve got?’. His face reddened in embarrassment, and he withdrew his fists to his waist.

“Ah!” A furious roar erupted from his throat.

Pa!

Qin Huai brought his palms together in front of him. Like a bursting watermelon, a mixture of red and white sprayed out in front of Qin Huai. Even the armor on the green-armored general’s upper body shattered. Follow current s on ɴovelFɪre.net

The green-armored general, his muscles straining, died silently, half-squatting in a perfect horse stance.

“Idiot, why would I wait for your punch?” Qin Huai mumbled softly.

Ash… Bear…

Qin Huai frowned slightly, recalling the words of the emperor.

Clang!

Suddenly, over ten green spears jabbed at Qin Huai’s body, sparking off harmlessly.

Qin Huai remained unfazed, though. In just a few moments, he had eliminated over a thousand Qingzhou guards. As he surveyed the vast sea of warriors, he realized that his current approach wouldn’t solve the situation.

Amid the wave of green were several experts launching assaults on him one after another. They were all middle-aged martial artists with four full patterns or more.

These individuals may not have been able to reach the visceral prefecture realm, so they likely chose to cultivate more suitable techniques, aiming for maximum combat strength by breaking through to the five-full-pattern level. Coupled with the one hundred thousand Qingzhou guards, their collective power was not to be underestimated.

“Phew… Consider this a test of my combat limits,” Qin Huai mused, his eyes blazing with the will to fight.

He was unconcerned by the commotion stirred by Xiang Mingfeng and the others behind him. After receiving the emperor’s inheritance and understanding certain truths, he anticipated that he might become the enemy of all Qingzhou.

Qin Huai focused on the green-armored general trying to hide himself. Simultaneously, he was keenly aware of Tang Xinglong and Gao He, both positioned on a distant city carriage, emanating formidable auras.

At the tip of his fist, a dot of white light condensed. In the next second, a black shadow fell from the sky. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Qin Huai whirled around and launched a strike.

Bang!

Sparks erupted, and a trickle of blood dripped from Qin Huai’s fingers. A sharp spear, driven with tremendous force, crashed onto his body.

“Yang Tianhan,” Qin Huai said, his gaze frosty.

Several figures launched from a small hill adjacent to the battlefield, charging toward Qin Huai. They were all prodigies of Qingzhou that Qin Huai had released from the bronze realm. Yet, they were now attacking him.

“You’re courting death!” Qin Huai’s voice brimmed with murderous intent.

Whoosh!

The stupefied Yang Tianhan barely had time to react before Qin Huai’s mighty illusion realm fist crashed into him. At the same time, Qin Huai’s poison dragon shock hit him. The fierce might of the roaring dragon erupted in the air, causing shockwaves and a spray of blood.

“Ah!” Yang Tianhan let out a pitiful cry. He came to his senses at the last moment, but his entire right arm had been shattered by Qin Huai.

“Zhou Cunzhong!” Yang Tianhan’s eyes blazed with hatred. He loathed Qin Huai deeply — had it not been for Qin Huai stealing his chance, he would have been the one causing the heavy injuries.

“Black dragon world!”

Yang Tianhan was instantly swallowed by a black curtain. The next moment, the familiar poison dragon shock was unleashed once again.

This time, there was no explosion, no sound. It was as if all noise had been swallowed up.