Chapter 70

"Prince of the West!"

Jiang Yi's heart trembled. He had anticipated that this young master would be of noble birth, and Ji Tingyu had warned him that many of the participants in the Blood Refinement were of high status. He hadn't expected his luck to be so bad, to encounter a descendant of the Prince of the West's family?

The Prince of the West was the strongest in the Divine Martial Kingdom, the first person below the king. In other words, his family was the first family in the Divine Martial Kingdom, second only to the royal family.

What would be the consequence of offending the Prince of the West's family? Jiang Yi didn't know!

But at this moment, he was already in a difficult situation, so he didn't think too much. His body shot toward Jiang Qilin. He always made decisions and acted first, regardless of the consequences!

"Lin'er!"

At this moment, a furious roar suddenly came from the east. The voice was as loud as a bell, making everyone's eardrums hurt and their blood boil. Jiang Yi's eyes turned cold as he sensed a chilling killing intent and a powerful sense of danger. He scanned the area and inwardly praised the newcomer as an unparalleled warrior.

The newcomer was a young man, tall enough to rival an adult, standing at six feet. He carried a massive broadsword on his back and wore a black suit of armor. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, with exposed muscles of a bronze hue. His face was chiseled like it was carved by a knife. He was running at a terrifying speed from a distance, and even before he got close, a chilling killing intent enveloped everyone, making them feel suffocated. He was a born warrior.

"First level of the Purple Mansion Realm! Hmm? Why isn't he using his essence energy?"

Jiang Yi glanced at him and instantly judged his strength from his speed. What puzzled him was that he couldn't sense any essence energy flowing in this person's body, as if he was relying solely on his physical strength.

"Zhan Wushuang!"

Jiang Qilin and the young man running toward the black-clothed girl both narrowed their eyes and exclaimed in shock. The young man who was about to stab the black-clothed girl with his sword suddenly sheathed it and retreated fearfully toward Jiang Qilin.

Jiang Yi also stopped. Since the black-clothed girl had such a powerful supporter, he didn't want to get involved and offend Jiang Qilin.

"Lin'er, Lin'er!"

The young man called Zhan Wushuang, like a fierce beast, rushed over. Seeing the black-clothed girl with a sword still embedded in her body, his face turned extremely dark. He drew the heavy sword from his back and fiercely struck the youth not far behind the black-clothed girl, who had his dantian destroyed.

"Zhan Wushuang, stop! This is a misunderstanding!"

Jiang Qilin's face changed, and he immediately shouted, but Zhan Wushuang's heavy sword didn't pause for a moment, smashing into the person's head, instantly turning it into a bloody mess. Zhan Wushuang continued his mad rush, and the heavy sword suddenly turned, striking another youth who had been injured by the black-clothed girl in the lower body. In just a blink, he had killed two people.

"Such a ruthless move? Isn't he afraid of losing his Blood Refinement qualification? Isn't he afraid of the Prince of the West's family retaliating?"

Jiang Yi was secretly alarmed. Zhan Wushuang quickly pulled the sword out of the girl's body, then quickly applied pressure to stop the bleeding and gave her a healing pill. He then stood up with a murderous aura, glaring at Jiang Qilin and the others, and even at Jiang Yi, saying coldly, "Dared to touch my sister? Jiang Qilin, you're tired of living?"

Jiang Qilin, who seemed to fear this person, swallowed and said, "Your sister? It's a misunderstanding, Zhan Wushuang. You came alone, didn't you? Who knew she was your sister?"

Zhan Wushuang dragged his heavy sword, step by step, and scanned everyone, including Jiang Yi, before shouting, "Jiang Qilin, I'm giving Jiang Niliu face. You cut off your own legs, and the others commit suicide. This matter will be settled."

"Damn..."

Jiang Yi was speechless. He had acted out of kindness but was now considered part of Jiang Qilin's group. However, he was secretly alarmed, realizing that Zhan Wushuang must have a special status, knowing Jiang Qilin's identity and demanding his legs.

Jiang Qilin's face changed, and he roared angrily, "Zhan Wushuang, don't go too far! I said it's a misunderstanding! If this gets out of hand, neither of our families will be able to save face."

"Whoosh!"

Zhan Wushuang's body shot forward like a beast, and a massive sword, weighing at least several hundred pounds, brought down a terrifying force on the person next to Jiang Qilin.

"Boom!"

The person gritted his teeth and held his sword to block, while simultaneously retreating. However, he had severely underestimated Zhan Wushuang's strength. The heavy sword collided with his sword and, without a moment's pause, continued to strike his shoulder, splitting half of his body into pieces, killing him instantly.

"Bold!"

Jiang Qilin was enraged, and his sword created several sword flowers, thrusting toward Zhan Wushuang. What shocked Jiang Yi was that Zhan Wushuang's hand suddenly grabbed Jiang Qilin's sword. The collision of flesh and a sword that could cut through iron did not result in the expected blood splatter or severed hand. Instead, the sword was easily caught, and with a sudden twist, the massive force made Jiang Qilin's sword fly out of his hand. Then, Zhan Wushuang swung his heavy sword at Jiang Qilin's legs...

"Crack!"

Jiang Qilin's legs were shattered, and he fell to the ground, howling in pain. However, Zhan Wushuang clearly held back, otherwise his legs would have been turned into minced meat.

"Is Zhan Wushuang's body made of black iron? A treasure sword only left a blood mark?"

Jiang Yi saw Zhan Wushuang release the sword, leaving only a blood mark, and was stunned. The words "special race" popped into his mind.

If Zhan Wushuang wasn't a special race, he must have practiced a special cultivation method. Not only did he not see any essence energy flowing in his body, but his body was also powerful enough to instill fear.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Jiang Yi was surprised, Zhan Wushuang's body moved again, and the heavy sword carried a terrifying force, aiming for Jiang Yi's head. The heavy sword hadn't even struck, but a mountain-like aura already locked onto Jiang Yi.

"Sigh, I've seen people with developed limbs and simple minds, but I've never seen anyone like this!"

Jiang Yi sighed softly, not shouting to stop him or resisting, but just looking at Zhan Wushuang with a dumbfounded gaze.

"Stop, stop!"

A very weak voice sounded, and Zhan Wushuang's heavy sword suddenly stopped, just a foot in front of Jiang Yi's forehead. The wind from the swift strike blew Jiang Yi's hair and clothes, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Zhan Wushuang, you, you fool, he is my... savior!" The black-clothed girl, from a distance, said with a pair of furious eyes.

"Huh?"

Zhan Wushuang blinked, then immediately grinned, and with a casual sweep of his heavy sword, he killed the Jiang Qilin clan member who had injured Jiang Yi. He then said apologetically, "Little brother, sorry! Why didn't you explain? I almost hurt you."

Jiang Yi shrugged. At first, he had no chance to speak, and later, he noticed the black-clothed girl was about to stop him, so he didn't bother to speak. He glanced at the black-clothed girl and turned to walk into the forest.

Since the black-clothed girl was out of danger and Zhan Wushuang had appeared, killing four people and escalating the situation, he naturally didn't want to stay longer. If he got involved, he would just be cannon fodder.

"Hey, little brother, what's your name..."

Zhan Wushuang called out, but Jiang Yi remained silent and quickly left. He could only turn around, insert the heavy sword into the sheath on his back, and run over to pick up the black-clothed girl, walking away while muttering, "What a strange person. He didn't dodge when I attacked him, and he didn't even leave his name after doing a good deed. But this guy is a real man; he didn't even change his expression when I almost killed him..."

The black-clothed girl looked at Zhan Wushuang coldly and suddenly sneered, "Zhan Wushuang, do you really think you're that strong? He didn't dodge because... he wasn't afraid of you. I have a feeling that if he had acted just now, he could have seriously injured you. You, a descendant of the mighty warrior race, couldn't even match an unknown youth. Isn't that embarrassing?"