Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 141 Solution

"What kind of bird is that, plum blossom candy!"

"I've never even heard of it!"

Han Yi, disguised as Li Kui, said in a carefree manner.

This Zhu Tong is not easy to deal with. Since he did not rush to make a move, Han Yi took the opportunity to secretly bring something with his hands behind his back.

"oh…..."

Zhu Tong looked at Han Yi seriously, seemingly believing his explanation.

'This guy is trying to stall for time!'

Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. This person scanned left and right, his figure subtly occupying a favorable position for escape. It seemed that he was definitely waiting for someone else!

Can't drag it any longer!

Han Yi adjusted his body to allow all his muscles to exert more force.

This scene was naturally noticed by Zhu Tong as well.

puff!

At this moment, a large cloud of white mist was thrown towards Han Yi's head.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Tong is such a despicable person. As a martial artist in the Blood Refining stage, he actually carries quicklime with him!

He struck first, throwing handfuls of quicklime in quick succession, and then even the bag containing the quicklime was thrown at Han Yi's head.

Swish!

Han Yi retreated swiftly. Although he hadn't anticipated Zhu Tong's actions, he was wearing a black cloth hat, and the lime sprinkled on him had little effect. Boom!

Within the white mist, a powerful surge of qi and blood erupted, condensing and unyielding, unaffected by wind or rain, burning like a blazing ember. Zhu Tong was like a giant furnace, causing the surrounding temperature to rise rapidly!

"Rolling stones can shatter mountains!"

Zhu Tong spun around like a meteor falling from the sky, using his waist and hip muscles to launch an attack with his fists, toes, and elbows. As he broke through the white mist, he created a thunderous explosion!

'A furnace of qi and blood! This guy really is a mid-stage Blood Refining martial artist!'

Blood-stained clothes, blood and qi in a furnace, and blood and qi smoke are the hallmarks of the pre-, mid-, and late-stage stages of blood refining.

Han Yi felt a chill run down his spine and dared not be careless in the slightest.

Although Zhu Tong's move was unexpected and fierce, Han Yi had already created space and was on guard. Han Yi took a deep breath, his abdomen bulging like a three-legged toad, as a large amount of air was compressed into his body.

Immediately, his muscles swelled and became congested with blood, and his skin appeared to be covered with numerous bleeding points, as if it could not withstand the pressure of the blood and qi.

Han Yi's palms suddenly swelled to a size larger, his gauntlets snapping loudly as they were stretched, and his already imposing figure grew even taller.

His blood and energy surged and flowed throughout his body.

"The rocks shattered and the ground cracked!"

scoff!

The two fists collided, producing the sound of metal hitting flesh.

"You! Despicable!"

Zhu Tong was filled with shock and anger. He had sensed something was wrong as soon as they exchanged blows; his protective qi and blood were like bubbles, easily punctured by a knife. Only then did he realize that Han Yi was wearing a pair of spiked gauntlets.

These spikes, made from leftover materials from the Xuan Tie sword, can even withstand the sharpness of a magical artifact, let alone a mere mortal body.

At that moment, the blood and qi surging in Zhu Tong's body rushed out through the wound.

'Flying Swallow Kick - Swallow Piercing Through the Clouds!'

Han Yi, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage relentlessly. With a light tap of his toes, he leaped up like a falcon soaring through the clouds.

"Wait a minute, friend, let's talk this over!"

Zhu Tong shouted, but quickly turned around and ran towards the gate, seemingly trying to reopen the tightly closed gate and call for help.

Sa!

The wind howled, the momentum was deafening, and before the fists and feet even landed, shouts preceded them. "You...I...!!"

Zhu Tong struggled to turn around and threw another flurry of punches forward.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle

Three punches landed on Han Yi's spiked gauntlets, and Zhu Tong's entire arm went numb and went out of control. Terrified, he turned around and tried to run away again.

Click!

Han Yi slammed a fist into the back of Zhu Tong's head, and instantly, half of his head split open, with white, yellow, and red blood flowing all over the ground.

Pfft!

Zhu Tong's body twitched a few times, raising a cloud of dust, before collapsing in front of the door that was within reach.

"Damn it, I didn't control my strength!"

A hint of regret crossed Han Yi's face. He had originally hoped to extract information from Zhu Tong. But there was nothing he could do; facing an enemy of this caliber, he had to give it his all.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiu and Feng Yingying are still alive.

"How's the situation on your end...?"

"As usual, with the 'Eight-Strike Sect' and 'Plum Blossom Hall' protecting them, those shops are unwilling to buy talisman water..."

Just then, a conversation came from outside the door, coming from the alley.

Bang, bang, bang!

Two long knocks followed by one short knock.

"Zhu Xiangzhu!"

Han Yi's heart tightened. The support from the "Valley God Sect" arrived so quickly?

He peeked out through the crack in the door and saw people dressed similarly to Zhu Tong, all wearing black and white clothes, except that they didn't have dark green strips of cloth around their arms.

"One has an overall strength of '40-51', and the other has '45-52'. Their strength isn't particularly high... In that case..."

"Strange, isn't Master Zhu stationed here today?"

A member of the "Church God Cult" on the left said in surprise.

"Wait a little longer. Feng Yingying just lost her husband, and she's probably at the perfect time for a passionate encounter. She might be discussing 'important matters' with Master Zhu right now!"

The cult member on the right was a thin man with a pair of triangular eyes that darted around, and he spoke with a lecherous grin.

Feng Yingying's husband had died. The beautiful woman in white, with her plump hips swaying as she walked, was a lecherous man with triangular eyes who had long had his eye on her.

"That's true..."

After saying that, the two exchanged a glance, let out lewd smiles, and chuckled. *Bang!*

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the black lacquered door in front of them shattered, sending countless pieces of wood flying everywhere!

"what?"

"Thunder Palm - Frenzied Strike!"

Han Yi's arms moved like lightning, striking the wood chips several times in a flash.

The person on the left was unable to stop it and was struck on the neck, dying instantly.

The man with the triangular eyes on the right barely managed to raise his arm and backed away, trying to escape.

Click!

But it was too late. The iron palm, carrying immense force, slammed into his arm, causing it and his sternum to cave in and break.

The man with the triangular eyes fell to the ground, his mouth agape, trying to scream. Suddenly, his vision blurred, a large hand flashed by, and then, with a "crack," his head snapped off instantly, his pupils dilated, and he died with his eyes wide open.

"Sigh..."

Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he acted swiftly and dealt with the two in time. If the shouts had alerted others, the situation would have been difficult to handle.

Han Yi looked around a few times. Fortunately, it was noon and there were few people on the road. He quickly dragged the two corpses into the house.