Chapter 141: Murder! Hanging! Demonstration! Provocation!

  How is this possible? The surprise in Gran's eyes turned into shock, and the hairs on his back stood up as he broke out in a cold sweat: How could this be? My fist, which wouldn't even dare to hit an ordinary person, let alone a warhorse, would knock them off their feet. Even Kaito wouldn't dare to just stand there wearing normal clothes and take my punch without moving?!

  "Is this your power?" Kanato closed his eyes, a mocking smile playing on the corners of his lips: "A punch like that can't even make me know how to write the word 'pain', let alone 'itch'. It's too weak, really too weak... You're not even as strong as an average centaur monster."

  Gelan felt that he had really seen a ghost in the middle of the night!!! Everyone was a demon-slaying warrior, and their fists always had infinite destructive power. Unless Qianjin was wearing a warrior's armor, his fist could still be explained away, but he was only wearing ordinary clothes!

  Grant's body seemed to have been electrocuted, his feet pushing against the ground as he rapidly retreated, carefully sizing up Qian Jin. Could it be that this clothing only looked like ordinary clothes, but was actually made from some kind of high-grade magical beast hide, possessing extremely strong defensive capabilities?! That must be it!

  Clang... The large sword scraped against its scabbard, producing a crisp scraping sound that slowly echoed through the courtyard of the ancestral hall.

  Fabreides walked out of the backyard with his hands behind his back, his eyes circling around Qianjin's body with great interest. The power of Gran's punch was not small, and the thick wooden stake would have broken from that one hit. However, Qianjin didn't show any reaction at all, this body's defensive strength is a bit...off the charts!

  It's not that absurd, Fabregas slightly shook his head. And this should be said to be a very absurd thing!!! However, thinking about the fact that he defeated nine demons before the age of 19 and possessed such an absurd defensive power, it was barely shocking.

  Gran's eyes narrowed slightly, discovering the existence of Fabreidis, and a hint of caution was added between his eyebrows. At the same time, he didn't have much confidence in himself against the two demon hunters from JL.

  "Don't mind me, I'm just a spectator tonight." Fabre Dis sat down leisurely in the chair of the spiritual hall, raised his hand to make a please gesture: "Continue, I can guarantee that no matter what the result is, I won't lend a hand to help."

  Gren looked suspiciously at Fabreze, then refocused on Dryke, as long as the recreated Dryke had no combat power before Fabreze made a move, there was nothing to fear even if facing Fabreze.

  Garen's other hand also tightly grasped the hilt of the great sword, raising it high above his head. His legs were spread apart, and his aura surged forth in a continuous stream, the force of his rotation even causing the tendons on his arms to twist and emit a faint pain. On the surface of the sword, a pattern like water ripples flowed lightly.

  One sword is enough! Only one sword is needed! Gren's eyes narrowed into a thin slit, his confidence fully restored. With the eight-level great sword in hand, forged by an eighth-level blacksmith over a month of time, combined with all his fighting energy, it was enough to split open Qianjin's war knife with just one slash.

  His dry eyes suddenly opened, and the light shot out from them was like a flash of lightning in the dark night. His body, like a stone carving without any vitality, suddenly burst out with endless killing intent, like a volcanic eruption. The slash horse knife mixed with the fighting spirit and killing intent emitted a loud hum, and his left foot shook the ground, lifting his body together with the slash horse knife.

  A surging killing intent, in an instant, permeated every corner of the Ling Tang's large courtyard. Gran's narrowed eyes suddenly widened to their maximum, and he felt as if he was on a battlefield of gold armor and iron horses, with flying blood and limbs everywhere. That fierce war knife seemed like a giant demon that could devour people, and the Dou Qi in his body completely collapsed under the pressure of this aura. The light of the eighth-level Dou Qi sword immediately dimmed.

  What kind of killing intent is this? What kind of power is this? Gran felt a sense of solitary ?? facing the demon tribe that was charging at him with knives, his body completely stiffened on the spot, his eyes fixed on the most dazzling knife light he had ever seen in his life. His body didn't feel any pain, it just saw a burst of blood spurt out from the center line of his body.

  He lowered his head to look at the origin of the blood, but found that the ancient brow line was also bleeding, and then his body split in two.

  How fast is that knife? Am I dead? Where's Qianjin? Gran's eyes were wide with shock, only to see the spot where Qianjin was standing before, now only two pieces of trampled floorboard remained.

  Fabre was staring at Qian Jin in shock, the knife just now wasn't any of the Blood War Seven Styles, but that one strike cut out a moment, filled with the Blood War Seven Styles' forward charge and never look back, thick and cruel bloody killing intent.

  With a firm grip on the hilt of his guandao, he gently stroked the blade's edge and whispered to himself: "A bloody battle only requires one move..."

  "What's this? 'Seven Styles United as One'?" Fabreides stood up suddenly, sighing repeatedly. The Blood Battle Seven Styles indeed had an eighth style, which was the unity of the seven styles. However, the friend who created the eighth style back then had spent years researching it before truly mastering the unity of the seven styles. He didn't expect this kid to achieve it in less than a night's time, although there were still flaws...

  Fabreides looked at Qianjin, starting to suspect that he was too stupid, too untalented, or if Qianjin's performance was just too astonishing?! This Blood War Seven Style, only those who have gone through countless blood battles can gradually grasp its essence. Qianjin is not even 19 years old this year, theoretically, he shouldn't have experienced the human-demon battlefield, where did he get his experience in blood battles? But his killing aura just now... even a warrior who has been through hundreds of battles on the human-demon battlefield can't reach that level.

  "Blood Battle Seven Styles, Blood Battle One Style." Gan Jing felt that this was a fighting technique tailored for himself, with extremely strict requirements for killing intent and the mindset when facing death. The two years spent in the Four Seasons Valley and the Endless World were not inferior to those of a seasoned warrior who had fought a hundred battles.

  "Whatever." Fabreides shook his head and turned towards the backyard: "If I continue to watch, it will really crush my confidence. Even if it's the 108th move of Zhou Tian's secret method, this is still too astonishing.

  Qian Jin put away the Zhan Ma Dao and returned to the Dou Jing, then found some ropes in the yard and tied up the two Gran soldiers to a wooden stake. "Two years." Qian Jin went back to the coffin and ate some of Luo Lin's offerings: "In just two short years, I've come back to Auckland and it's completely changed."

  "Tomorrow, in just one day's time, Auckland will be transformed once again. I look forward to tomorrow's arrival."

  The wind blew gently, as if to drive away the endless black night a little earlier and welcome the rising sun. The whole Auckland was sleeping in the dark of night.

  The temple gate slowly opened to the imperial plate, Gu Yue Jia Ying wore a simple and unadorned battle skirt that couldn't be simpler, holding a pair of crescent-shaped knives in her hand, walking towards the ancestral hall with a false step on the winding path, under the moonlight, her ethereal beauty was indescribably moving.

  Qian Jin got up lightly and nodded to greet the beautiful woman he hadn't seen for two years. Gu Yue Jia Ying slightly bowed her head and nodded, paying respects in front of Luo Lin's coffin like Fabre did, then walked into the backyard alone.

  A gentle breeze rose outside the temple, blowing the white silk back and forth, as the clouds once again covered the bright moon in the night sky.

  Qianjin took out the horse-killing knife and placed it by his side, leaning against the coffin to sleep. At any moment, he had to adjust his state to the best to meet the battle, which was a key point learned from Li Shan Valley and the endless world for two years.

  The moon fell and the sun rose, and the cool air brought by the night to the earth had not yet been swept away by the sunlight. The sound of horse hooves striking the ground began to echo on the streets outside the courtyard.

  Sabonis stepped down from the carriage, slightly adjusted his attire that symbolized the city master today, and secretly reminded himself that he must handle this duel fairly today.

  The heavy door of the house slowly opened to both sides under the careful force of the city master's servant, and did not have the domineering momentum like breaking the door yesterday.

  Sabonis stepped into the courtyard with white silk hanging, his face maintaining a polite smile, but it stiffened instantly, his eyes fixed on the corpse hanging upside down from the wooden stake in the yard, which had long been drained of blood and was dry.

  Gran! The demon-slaying warrior of the Kay household, Gran! Sabonis's mind cleared up in an instant when he saw the corpse, as if a jet of icy water had been poured directly onto his head. He stared at Gran, who had been split into two halves, with an expression of utmost shock, and even if they were to use glue to stick him back together, it would be absolutely impossible for him to survive.

  "Lord Sabonis arrived quite early, didn't he?" Dryn stood up and walked over with big strides, pointing at the corpse on the stake: "This Mr. Gran, last night came to my door with his large sword saying he wanted to kill me. In self-defense, I had no choice but to kill him. This point, Mr. Fabredis can testify." "Is that so?" Sabonis raised an eyebrow: "This is truly an unpleasant matter, hopefully it won't affect Dryn's mood and fighting spirit for today's duel."

  Qian Jin walked shoulder to shoulder with Sabonis towards the mourning hall: "Thanks to the City Lord's relationship, after being forced to kill Gran?? Mr. in self-defense, my mood doesn't know why, it seems to have improved a lot." "That's good, I wish Qian Jin a good result in today's duel."

  Sabonis dryly laughed twice, and secretly took another glance at the inverted corpse of Gran, his heart still not fully calming down from the shock. As a city lord for so many years, he had never seen such a domineering young man. Not only did he kill someone with his own hands, but also hung the corpse upside down, waiting for the arrival of the other party in the duel. What kind of trump card and confidence was hidden behind this provocation?

  Fabre Dis brought Gyu Kaja and others out of the backyard, met Sabonis nodded slightly as a greeting, both sides sat on the upper seat in an equal manner.

  A corpse hung from a wooden stake, split open by a sword, with internal organs scattered on the ground in a blurry mess. The atmosphere in the courtyard was not relaxed at all.