Chapter 83

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With a swift step forward, Ye Wushuang moved at an astonishing speed, positioning himself behind a martial artist of the sixth level of the Refining Body realm. In a flash, he grasped his palm, unleashing the powerful Linghu Shock technique. A single punch, like a dragon piercing through the yellow earth, shattered the opponent’s heart meridians, ending his life in an instant.

Without a moment’s delay, Ye Wushuang turned his attention to another martial artist at the same level. With a single move, he struck a fatal blow.

The only remaining martial artist, who had reached the seventh level of the Refining Body realm, fled for his life. However, at the entrance of the valley, he was intercepted by Ye Wushuang. A single punch from Ye Wushuang sealed his fate.

In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, all five Qin family martial artists lay dead. Ye Wushuang gazed at the five lifeless bodies within the valley, his expression calm and composed.

“The real hunting has only just begun,” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation.

With that, he left the valley, disappearing into the dense forest.

……*BOOM*!!!

In the Liu Yue Mountain Range, on a hillside, the ground was littered with the corpses of more than a dozen first-tier spirit beasts—Crimson Blood Wolves. Their bodies lay scattered in disarray, a testament to the fierce battle that had taken place.

At the top of the hill, a young man in black slowly released his grip, retracting his fist and letting out a breath.

“A first-tier spirit beast like the Crimson Blood Wolf is comparable to a martial artist at the sixth or seventh level of the Refining Body realm. These past few days have made me increasingly proficient in the control of the Roaring Tiger Fist,” he reflected.

The young man in black was none other than Ye Wushuang. This was his tenth day in the Liu Yue Mountain Range.

During these ten days, Ye Wushuang had discovered more than a dozen nests of spirit beasts. Alone, he had charged into these nests and engaged in fierce battles. Fighting against spirit beasts sometimes provided a more rigorous test of one’s cultivation and will than battling other martial artists.

Spirit beasts were never afraid of death. They harbored deep resentment and intense hostility toward humans, always eager to strike.

At that moment, Ye Wushuang collected the spirit cores from each of the Crimson Blood Wolves and prepared to leave the area. In a short while, he arrived at a secluded valley. Inside the valley, a thatched cottage had been built, with a gentle stream flowing nearby. This was the secret location Ye Wushuang had found.

He carefully placed the spirit cores he had collected, piling them up like a small mountain. He shook his head with a wry smile. It was unfortunate that he did not have a spatial ring. Without it, he had no choice but to leave the cores here temporarily, as carrying them around would be too cumbersome.

Spatial rings were extremely rare. Even a first-class alchemist could not create one. Only a second-class alchemist, proficient in spatial spirit patterns, could possibly forge such an item. Thus, while spatial rings could be seen in the capital of the Qingyun Empire, they were virtually nonexistent in the Liu Yue City.

In the quiet valley, Ye Wushuang practiced the Roaring Tiger Fist once more. His bones cracked and popped as he moved through the form. He had now fully mastered this technique.

Next, he took out the Tianya Sword and performed the Nine Heavens Sword Technique. Only after completing the practice did he stop to rest.

As night fell, Ye Wushuang gathered his belongings and set off once again. The Liu Yue Mountain Range at night was still bustling with activity. Nocturnal spirit beasts would come out to hunt at this time. However, for martial artists, the limited visibility at night made it much easier to encounter danger.

But that was precisely why Ye Wushuang chose to venture out at night. With limited sight, he could rely on his hearing and sense of smell, using this opportunity to hone his alertness and agility.

As he stepped on the dry leaves, a crunching sound echoed. Before long, he heard a hissing noise behind him. The air carried a faint, pungent odor.

Yet, Ye Wushuang seemed completely oblivious, continuing to move forward.

The moment he stepped away, a terrifying aura erupted. In an instant, a thunderous roar filled the air, and a howling wind rushed toward him. A massive, blood-stained maw lunged at the back of his neck.

In that split second, the Tianya Sword in Ye Wushuang’s hand flashed with a brilliant light. He instantly unleashed the “Sword Shattering the Heavenly Mountains” move from the Nine Heavens Sword Technique…