Volume Three: The Way of the Ten Directions Chapter 104: There Is Still Me

Fists raged, churning up dust and debris. The punch that was expected to finish Aotian had instead encountered an unexpected turn of events.

"I’m still here!" a familiar voice rang out again.

"Damn, it’s actually Qin Yang."

"How did Qin Yang get out? The guy even changed his outfit. Don't tell me he took a bath in the cave before coming out."

Everyone was stunned. Yaoji and the others, while relieved to see Qin Yang safe, could not help but feel a twinge of worry. This Wu Jian seemed even more terrifying than Aotian; how could they not be concerned?

Looking at the withered Aotian, Qin Yang gave him a reassuring look, then stared at Wu Jian, smiling as if greeting an old friend: "Long time no see."

"North Sea’s Qin Yang!" Wu Jian growled through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with intense murderous intent. "It would have been better if you hadn't shown up. Since you have, then go to hell as well."

Bang! Bang! Bang! The two exchanged over a dozen punches. To everyone’s astonishment, Qin Yang showed no signs of fatigue, leaving them all wide-eyed with wonder.

Mid-stage Profound Realm!

Wang Qian gasped, his heart shaking. In such a short time, his strength had surged once again. With a faint scent of the Heavenly Nether Pill lingering on him, Wang Qian knew he must have consumed the pill to achieve such heaven-defying results.

Indeed, Qin Yang had consumed the Heavenly Nether Pill, triggering some mutations that enhanced his strength and granted him deeper insights into the Dao. He had even found a spring to bathe in before walking out.

"Heh, didn't expect me to come back out, did you?" After throwing a punch, he drifted backward, smiling playfully.

When Wu Jian heard this, a flash of red flickered in his eyes. "I truly didn't expect it, but I want you to know that you will die today."

"True, someone will die today, but I think it’s going to be you first," Qin Yang’s voice boomed like thunder, shattering the air.

"Berserker Demon Tyrant Body!"

Behind him, the phantom of a giant demon reappeared. This intense battle had given him a deeper understanding of the Berserker Demon Tyrant Body, and to his delight, he discovered it contained the Dao essence of the Great Demon.

The Great Demon was an extraterrestrial fiend, possessing infinite strength and wielding the most terrifying power in the world.

A single punch could shatter the heavens; a single kick could crush the earth.

The Berserker Demon Tyrant Body was a derivation of that strength—exploring the mysteries of the body and pursuing the ultimate limit of power.

Boom!

With a simple, primal punch, Wu Jian was sent flying, to the shock of all onlookers.

The viewers in the online livestream erupted in excitement. The crowd watching at Nanshan South cheered and waved, their eyes burning with fervor.

Wang Qian watched Qin Yang, whispering to himself: The young mistress was right about him. I thought he was just a growing prodigy, but I never expected him to possess the combat power of a titan already.

Online Comments:
Wang Xiaoer: Too monstrous.
Whirlwind Twelve: Damn, he's strong. Did you feel that? It felt like that punch could shatter a person into dust. Did you see the rocks next to Qin Yang? They turned into powder just from the wind of his punch.
Wolf Fang Gang: It’s hard to imagine how terrifying such a person would be if they appeared in the city.
Official Interests: The destructive power is immense.

How could he be this strong?

Wu Jian couldn't fathom it. He had seen the battle between Aotian and Qin Yang; Qin Yang shouldn't have been capable of this level of combat. But the facts were before him, and he could not doubt it.

His aura surged, demonic energy billowing. He knew he could no longer hold back.

Wu Jian pulled his arms from his robes, and Qin Yang’s eyes constricted. *Ugh, does it have to be this disgusting?*

His arms were withered and dry, like tree bark. A wine flask appeared in his hand, and he drank from it recklessly.

The surrounding crowd was bewildered. *Damn, drinking while fighting? Is he trying to build up his courage?*

*Wait, that’s not wine. That’s blood.*

Damn it!

Qin Yang gestured with both hands, covering himself in True Qi, his expression grave as he stared at Wu Jian.

The once-withered body seemed to be recharged, swelling with power as a vast sea of blood floated in the air. A thick, metallic scent of blood permeated the surroundings.

In Bincheng, countless people looked toward Nanshan South with confusion. *Why is there such a strong stench of blood?*

But no one could answer them, as the authorities had ordered the livestream platforms to cease broadcasting.

The massive sea of blood extended outward, churning as if countless ghosts were wailing within. Qin Yang’s expression changed drastically. This sound had the power to snatch souls; if fully unleashed, every ordinary person at Nanshan South would surely die.

Experts from the Sword Sect burned their life essence, joining forces to form a barrier to prevent the sound from spreading. Other martial artists followed suit. If these innocent people died because of them, it would be their greatest karmic debt.

Qin Yang knew he couldn't delay any longer, as he didn't know how long these men could hold out.

Dragging the Starfall Blade, he launched the Thousand-Leaf Blade Array first, attacking instantly.

Wu Jian was hidden within the endless sea of blood. The Silver Fox blades entered the depths, feeling as if they had plunged into a swamp, slowing down.

*Damn it, this is his domain.*

*Blood Domain.*

Wu Jian had apparently abandoned his pursuit of the Sword Dao and switched to the Dao of Blood—likely something cultivated by the Three-Eyed Evil King.

"Gahaha, you’re dead now that you've entered my domain," Wu Jian laughed unscrupulously, his face twisted. "In my domain, I am the master."

"Heh, not necessarily. You seem to have forgotten, Wu Jian, that I have comprehended a Dao essence that perfectly counters your Blood Dao."

"Thunder Dao!" Wu Jian spat out the words, his face darkening.

"The Dao rises a foot, the devil rises a yard. Let’s see if your Thunder Dao can destroy my Blood Dao."

Standing in the void above the endless sea of blood, the churning waves formed a giant hand and lunged at him.

Qin Yang slashed out with the Thunder Blade Scripture, instantly severing the attack, but the situation remained dire.

Below, the crowd fell silent. From the initial battle between the North Sea’s Qin Yang and Aotian, to the arrival of Wu Jian, they had only seen the brilliance of the duel, never realizing their own danger.

Now that the threat was imminent, they went quiet. Especially the high-level martial artists, who were burning their own life essence to protect them. Though the bystanders didn't fully understand, they knew what burning blood meant—the body only had so much, and excessive loss would lead to unconsciousness or death.

The members of the Dragon Group watched the blood-soaked figure fighting above with immense respect. Under Yaoji's command, they began to guide the civilians down the mountain.

*Damn it, this is embarrassing. I’ve lost contact with the Silver Fox blades, and that last move nearly dragged me into the blood sea.*

The air was filled with a corrosive stench that made him nauseous.

Wu Jian’s maniacal laughter echoed in his ears. Qin Yang held his Starfall Blade horizontally before him. *Damn it, looks like I have to fight with the resolve to die once again.*

*If I survive this, I’m definitely going to find a woman and get a taste of life. I can’t die a virgin.*

Images of Ye Mei'er, Zhang Mengqi, Su Ying, Yaoji, and the departed Wu Yaoyao flashed through his mind.

He seriously considered which one to pursue, though he didn't think of Leng Qianyue, knowing he wouldn't see her for at least a year. Better to find someone practical! He had been holding back for over twenty years; he needed to vent.

Yaoji, who was busy evacuating the crowd below, naturally didn't know she was being treated as prey; otherwise, she would have pointed at his nose and cursed him out. *And here I was, so worried about you!*

"If you want to play, let's play properly." He unleashed the Nine Steps to Shatter the Heavens, breaking through the restrictions placed upon him, his eyes filled with killing intent.

The Thunder Dao disappeared, replaced by the Yin-Yang Dao and the Killing Dao, which surfaced simultaneously. To his surprise, the Killing Dao resonated with the Blood Dao.

*Heh, interesting.*

The seventh form of the Thunder Blade Scripture.

The blood sea surged, attempting to engulf Qin Yang, but it was blocked three meters away.

*Hum! Hum! Hum!*

A booming sound erupted. Qin Yang exploded into action, gripping the Starfall Blade and swinging it wildly.

Wu Jian’s figure vanished, turning into a drop of blood and disappearing without a trace. Even the sea of blood was cleaved open. Just as he prepared to fly out, he noticed the blood sea coalescing once more.

He gritted his teeth. *Damn it, it won't let me out.*

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis made his hair stand on end. He used the Thunder Shadow technique, a cold smile crossing his face.

Seeing the shadow he had just "killed," Wu Jian was about to laugh triumphantly, only to realize his opponent was above him, bringing a blade crashing down.

*Pfft!* Blood sprayed as Wu Jian’s eyes burned with fury.

"You're courting death!" Wu Jian roared.

"Heh, what’s wrong? Not acting like a rat and hiding anymore?"

Wu Jian, now fully insane, became even more terrifying. Countless blood arrows shot toward Qin Yang.

Qin Yang deflected them with the Starfall Blade, his expression growing increasingly grim. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here had been sealed off, leaving him with no way to replenish his strength.

Wu Jian fighting head-on was a relief, but he needed a way to kill him in one blow.

*This damn blood sea is so annoying.*

Pushed back, Qin Yang felt a surge of joy. He realized he had regained contact with the Silver Fox blades, and they were consuming the power of the blood sea.

*Damn, even my weapons are becoming sentient.*

He didn't care about that now. If the Silver Fox blades absorbed the entire sea of blood, he would be thrilled—once the sea disappeared, Wu Jian’s greatest advantage would be gone.

His heart hardened, killing intent burning in his eyes. He poured all his True Qi into the Starfall Blade.

*Success or failure rests on this one move.*

His face turned deathly pale, devoid of color. He unleashed a fierce attack, ignoring his own wounds, striking out wildly.

Attack! Attack! Only by attacking could he vent the endless fury in his heart.

Those who were about to leave stopped in their tracks, watching the frantic figure above. That image was etched into their minds; they would likely remember it for the rest of their lives.

The eighth form of the Thunder Blade Scripture.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Before the blade could even fully descend, the meridians in his body began to burst, blood flowing continuously. His twisted face held no ugliness in the eyes of the crowd; he was a War God—a War God who never knew exhaustion.

Spiritual tremors, resonance of the Dao.

The Killing Dao, the Yin-Yang Dao, the Great Demon Dao, and even the prototype of the Heavenly Demon Dao.

Seeing this, Wang Qian’s heart shook violently.

"Kill!"

As the roar echoed, it seemed as if the very heavens were enraged.

The sea of blood surged, instantly condensing into a giant sword, charging toward Qin Yang.

*Great opportunity!*

Qin Yang’s eyes flashed. He instantly commanded the Silver Fox blades to strike at Wu Jian, while his own hands never stopped. Burning the majority of his life essence, he unleashed the blade.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

Wu Jian blocked the domineering strike, but seven Silver Fox blades pierced his body, and the power of the blood sea within him was devoured.

"Die!" Wu Jian’s eyes were filled with madness, his cultivation technique reversing as he burned his own life essence.

"Even if I die, I won't let you have it easy." His eyes locked onto Qin Yang, and he lunged forward.

"No! He’s going to self-destruct!" Song Yu’s expression changed, and she screamed.

But it was too late. Qin Yang understood the intent, but he was powerless to dodge.

*Boom!*

Nanshan South collapsed once more. The mountaintop was marred by fist marks, palm prints, sword gashes, and blade scars. Just before the explosion, Qin Yang threw Aotian to safety, choosing to endure it all alone.

At that moment, everyone stood in awe. The scene left an indelible visual shock on everyone present.