Chapter 81

Qi Nu felt a suffocating sensation, as if the immense force around his neck was about to snap his bones!

His entire body could not muster even a fraction of strength; he could not struggle. He could only look with immense fear at the half-demon youth who had grabbed his neck with just one hand.

On that incomparably beautiful face, there was a faint smile, cold and devoid of warmth. It made him feel a chill to the bone, filled with terror.

The few people around also looked stunned, finding the scene utterly absurd.

It was as if they were watching a rabbit, which could not even bite, suddenly transform into a prehistoric beast of death!

Earlier, Qi Nu was still panting, seemingly about to collapse at any moment. Even now, he still lacked any aura, even worse than ordinary people who had opened some of their meridians. Yet, in the blink of an eye, a figure flashed, and with a burst of lightning, Qi Nu was already struck down!

—Though he was not yet dead, his throat arteries were shattered, and blood gushed out, leaving him with almost no chance of survival.

That series of actions was so fast that they could hardly see clearly.

Gong Xinran was even more dazed, almost unable to believe what was happening before her eyes.

Not long ago, Qi Nu was still filled with murderous intent, calmly teasing the two of them. But in the blink of an eye, it was the supposedly weak Zong Shou who had grabbed his neck, leaving him on the brink of death?

With a sudden burst of strength, a crisp 'crack' sounded, and Qi Nu's cervical vertebrae were completely broken, cutting off his last thread of life.

Zong Shou casually tossed the still bleeding head, took a deep breath, and temporarily suppressed the boiling rage and hatred within his body. Then, he moved his feet with difficulty, as if the others did not exist, and walked to the blooming peach tree.

First, he inserted a few needles near Gong Xinran's wounds, constricting all the arteries, and then pulled out the sword embedded in her chest and abdomen.

Not much blood gushed out, but Zong Shou's gaze dimmed. Her lungs and spleen were severely damaged. Only those few legendary golden pills that could revive the dead and heal bones might save her life. What he could do now was only to prolong her life.

He had run as fast as he could, but it was still too late—

Gong Xinran, however, was very open-minded. She did not feel despair but instead gave him a comforting smile. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was cold.

Zong Shou inserted several more golden needles, which slightly revived Gong Xinran's spirit. He then silently took off his outer coat and covered her body.

The rage in his chest could no longer be suppressed, surging into his brain.

As soon as the murderous intent arose, the five people behind him, who were fully focused on guarding, immediately became alert. They pounced like agile tigers, their eyes fierce like those of a startled cat.

"Die!"

With a roar, several weapon shadows flew in from all directions. A punch wind was in the center, and even before the figure arrived, it caused a thunderous shock.

This attack was so fierce that it left no room for survival.

Zong Shou smiled bitterly, thinking that with his state of mind, he could remain calm even if the sky fell. But when the moment came, he could not help but waver.

Even if he put aside the memories and emotions of the thirteen-year-old Zong Shou, he could not remain calm now. The violent thoughts that had been suppressed in his chest for a long time resurfaced.

He wanted to see blood! He wanted to kill! He wanted to completely destroy this group of beasts!

But he still did not move, inserting a golden needle into Gong Xinran's temple.

Only when the blade light and sword momentum reached him did Zong Shou's eyes flash with a fierce light!

With a slight flick of his sleeve, two willow leaf talisman knives slid out.

Six spirits controlling the knife, the knife out, and the life ends!

The green knife shadow darted into the air, piercing through the layers of blade curtains with impossible precision, nailing the throats of the two secret martial artists on the right.

He also drew his sword with his right hand, and his entire body burst with lightning. He retreated and dodged, and when he turned around, a heavy cascade of sword light instantly engulfed everything within ten meters!

Blood and sword light flew everywhere. When everything returned to silence, Zong Shou was already standing twenty meters away.

The path he had taken was covered with scattered blood and flesh! Two more people were kneeling on the ground, clutching their throats, with blood gushing out from between their fingers, their eyes gradually losing life.

Only the one who used his fists was still intact, but his body was covered with over a dozen sword wounds, and his face was pale, frozen in place.

He had just watched his two companions be killed by the willow leaf talisman knives.

The other two were torn into pieces by the violent blade light in the blink of an eye!

In that instant, he did not know how many swords were used, so fast that it was unbelievable! Two complete human bodies were completely shredded into countless pieces!

He had experienced hundreds of battles in his life, but never had he felt so powerless. The opponents he had faced included innate strong ones, but none had ever made him feel such deep fear from the bottom of his heart.

Gong Xinran was also stunned again, looking at Zong Shou with a somewhat unfamiliar gaze. Was this really her somewhat shy and somewhat inferior junior in the academy?

Was this really the Shiz progeny of Qiantianshan, who was evaluated by the elders as having a dual-meridian body and no hope of achieving anything, and who was often bullied and pitied?

When he arrived, he was extremely exhausted, but he easily killed Qi Nu. And just now, in less than two breaths, five secret martial artists with unique skills were four dead and one injured, their deaths gruesome and unbearable to watch. It seemed effortless and easy.

Every move he made captivated the heart.

Zong Shou waved his sword, shaking off the blood and flesh. He felt a slight relief in his chest, but his thoughts were still not clear. The fierce and violent intent was so thick that it almost turned into a physical blade, piercing out from his chest and abdomen.

When he looked at the girl under the peach tree again, the last bit of joy was gone.

Seeing the last secret martial artist suddenly run madly down the mountain, Zong Shou's lips curled coldly, filled with disdain.

His left index finger moved slightly, and another willow leaf talisman knife shot through the air.

A few months ago, he could severely wound Wu Wei with a single knife as a martial artist. Now, the knife would naturally not miss.

After the knife was thrown, Zong Shou did not even bother to look again, but walked back to the peach tree.

Sure enough, as soon as he took a step, he heard a 'gurgling' sound. It was the sharp sound of the talisman knife piercing the throat bone. Then a 'thud' as a body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Zong Shou sighed slightly and walked to Gong Xinran. After a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke bitterly, "Sister, do you have any last wishes?"