Master of Strange Dao

The village chief's eyes were bloodshot, his hair wildly whipping as his body shot up a foot in height, the Qi-Blood Power in him rising sharply. The immense Qi-Blood Power even partially escaped, turning into flames that were a dark red, nearly black.

The searing heat left a scorched footprint with each step he took.

Even from a distance, Cece and Wu Shuangge felt as if they were about to be burned alive by that terrifying Qi-Blood Power.

The two looked at Yu Ziqing, terrified, and hurriedly led him toward Jinlan Mountain.

Old Yang had treasures; surely he couldn't die.

They rushed back to the locust forest, where Old Yang was quietly waiting. Seeing Yu Ziqing's condition, he was also startled and immediately stuffed four or five pieces of dragon liver into Yu Ziqing.

The unconscious Yu Ziqing, however, reached out to stop Old Yang.

"There's no need to waste it like this, I'm not dead yet..."

Saying this, Yu Ziqing picked out the smallest, thinnest piece and swallowed it.

Vast vitality coursed through, rapidly regenerating the gaping hole in Yu Ziqing's chest, forcibly healing with the immense life force.

"Is there really a need to be so reckless?"

"You think I did this on purpose?" Yu Ziqing looked at Old Yang with disbelief.

"Isn't it?"

"Are you overestimating me? That was a genuine Ninth Tier intent on killing me! I gave it my all and barely managed to wound him severely, then used the force to fly toward Jinlan Mountain. Do you think I, a mere Fifth Tier Body Cultivation, can perform any tricks under a Ninth Tier? Strength overcomes ten techniques, and all those tricks are useless."

Yu Ziqing wished he could have done it on purpose, but he genuinely did his best.

The gap was just too vast.

Moreover, Old Song had gathered so much information, yet when he saw Cui Changping, the rusty sword had no reaction whatsoever.

Luckily, Yu Ziqing hadn't gambled on such a thing and didn't place his hopes on judgment.

Survival alone was enough.

Now, with Wu Shuangge contaminating Cui Changping's ocean-like powers, and the meteor materials interfering, leg hair blocking, alongside the Devilic entry to the Sixth Tier, force dispelling, the five little ones within resolving the corrosive forces, they still barely avoided severe wounds.

It also made him understand the gap between his normal strength and that of a Ninth Tier.

When the gap was too great, strength truly did overcome ten techniques, and all those fancy things were of little use.

But it worked out; despite the risk, it seemed real enough.

Yu Ziqing took out two jade bottles, giving one each to Wu Shuangge and Cece.

Leaning against a locust tree, the three lay there recovering.

On the other side, the village chief had exploded!

Since he started cultivation, he hadn't exerted his full power even once. Coupled with long-standing frustration and rapid advances, all these reasons combined into his current state.

He would either have significant problems later; even without demonic cultivation deviation, he'd likely die.

Or find a chance to fight with all his might, with no reservations, and gamble his life, to be reborn from this deadly struggle.

Now, no one else needed consideration.

The village chief could hear nothing else, his mind repeatedly replaying the image of Yu Ziqing's chest exploding with a gaping hole, his eyes empty.

He was entirely focused, with unwavering determination, ignoring everything else, leaving only one thing in his mind.

To beat the person before him to death.

The terrifying Qi-Blood burned rapidly, and as it rose sharply, his figure ripped through the air, walking on air straight toward the opponent's form.

Cui Changping frowned slightly. Seventh Tier? No, Seventh Tier wasn't this powerful. Eighth Tier? Maybe not...

He strode the grayish Long Bridge with great speed, his hands becoming a blur, executing one Seal after another.

He abandoned the outwardly scattered torrent and shifted to using his internal force.

Secret Techniques were unleashed, transforming into Big Handprints, continuously descending, accompanied by Fire Rain Heavenly Thunder, Ice Frost Rain Snow, and various Secret Techniques being constantly executed.

The village chief, eyes bloodshot, stepped into the sky and struck out with a fist, invoking the Blast Fist.

The Ten Directions Divine Skills empowered him, and with a Qi Blood explosion sixty times stronger, the Big Handprint tens of miles wide suddenly paused.

Then, with the village chief's fist at the center, countless cracks appeared inside the Big Handprint, spreading out to a distance of tens of miles, and with a loud boom, the Big Handprint shattered.

The two were suspended in mid-air, continuously clashing, yet the village chief couldn't get within ten miles of Cui Changping, despite his speed becoming so fast that figures were indistinguishable, moving on air with a speed comparable to the Escape Skill.

Cui Changping's True Yuan, however, was continuous, seemingly endless.

The greatest advantage of his practiced Dharma Method was just that.

The explosive power wasn't strong, but rarely did Ninth Tier cultivators instantly kill in a struggle. Whoever's Qi Veins were longer often greatly determined the battle outcome.

Yu Ziqing hid in the locust forest, his Yin God staring wide, his vision pushed to the limit, mimicking Old Yang, who opened the dragon eye, cherishing this rare opportunity to learn something.

"The village chief can't get close, and that person practices a Dharma Method with long Qi Veins. The village chief is only Seventh Tier; he might not be able to outlast him, what to do?"

"Don't rush. The village chief hasn't yet gotten into it—this is his first life-and-death fight to the fullest; his combat experience is actually less than mine."