329 The Final Move!
There were over a hundred attackers, while Qin Huai’s side had merely twenty people. Although these individuals were considered the backbone of Qin Huai’s force, in reality, around sixty percent of them were only in the great blood refinement realm. Most of the people around Qin Huai were low-level martial artists.
As for the bone pattern realm experts, Mou Jinfu and the other elders had already rallied behind Qin Huai. When Qin Huai appeared, experts from both gangs pounced on him like bloodthirsty cats.
“Too weak,” Qin Huai murmured, wielding his Silver Fox spear to obliterate the huge group.
Seven or eight attackers found themselves immobilized, clutching Qin Huai’s Silver Fox spear. Meanwhile, two bone pattern realm experts charged at Qin Huai with their long blades.
The flames in his eyes intensified, but he showed no fear. “Rise!” he commanded, casting a massive shadow over the two assailants. The immobilized martial artists, still clutching Silver Fox, levitated with pale faces.
Rumble!
At that moment, Qin Huai slammed Silver Fox onto the ground, creating a shockwave that sent six or seven people flying. The chaos momentarily blocked the two bone pattern realm experts, who cut through the attackers in their path, only slightly slowing their advance toward Qin Huai.
Summoning his blood qi armor, Qin Huai stopped the two flaming swords in their tracks. Despite the power surging just inches from him, he remained calm, grabbing their wrists and flinging them away.
The two experts abandoned their swords and attacked with flaming hands, only to be sent flying backward, their arms twisted painfully. As they tried to regain their balance, Qin Huai appeared in their vision again, his Silver Fox spear gleaming coldly. With two swift arcs, fresh blood sprayed, signaling their demise.
Thump, thump, thump…
More attackers swarmed toward Qin Huai, seemingly intent on trapping him rather than attacking. Unperturbed, he extended his blood qi armor, letting the flesh-and-blood bodies crash into it. As the attackers closed in, screams filled the air, their flesh rotting and faces turning purple under Qin Huai’s gaze.
With a white light flashing from his fingertips, he unleashed the forbidden technique, poison dragon shock. The result was a gruesome scene: blood and flesh flew everywhere, the ground littered with burning minced meat.
It was a stark contrast to the cold hail outside. Everyone in the flower workshop stared in shock, unable to comprehend the devastating power Qin Huai had unleashed in an instant.
“Qin Huai! I’ll take your life for my father’s death!” A young face leaped up and lunged at Qin Huai.
Qin Huai observed the attacker, who bore a resemblance to the deceased leader of the Dark Dragon Gang. Unfortunately, this young man was too immature. While his second-level bone pattern realm was considered talented in the outer city, he was no match for Qin Huai, who had reached the fourth-level bone pattern realm. Blinded by hatred, the youth remained reckless despite knowing Qin Huai’s capabilities.
“I’ll be merciful this time,” Qin Huai declared as he activated the dragon king form.
White snake-like lines appeared along the edges of his muscles, and his already sturdy body expanded further, filling out his loose robe. He swung his Silver Fox so swiftly that only a brilliant silver light remained, instantly smashing the son of the Dark Dragon Gang’s leader to pieces.
“I’ll send you to reunite with your father as soon as possible,” he muttered, scanning his surroundings. “Are you still not coming out?”
The remnants of the Dark Dragon Gang were insignificant, merely an excuse for others to attack the Blood Poison Gang. Qin Huai’s real opponents were the experts of the Thunderbolt Gang.
“Fifth Master, behind you!” Zhou Cunzhong’s warning echoed across the battlefield.
The intense heat wave instantly incinerated the surrounding tableware and tables, while the roof of the three-story restaurant began to crumble, turning to charcoal. Hail and fog invaded the battlefield, creating a bizarre atmosphere.
The colorless wall of air and the sea of fire remained in a stalemate atop the restaurant for an extended period before finally extinguishing.
“Fourth-level bone pattern realm,” Qin Huai observed, eyeing the middle-aged man standing in the opposite pavilion.
In the outer city, those at the fourth-level bone pattern realm were the strongest experts below first-rate. This man’s attack seemed even more ferocious than typical fourth-level bone pattern realm experts.
“The Fifth Master of the Blood Poison Gang, Poison Dragon… you indeed live up to your reputation,” Xiao Guangping remarked, surprised to see Qin Huai unscathed after taking his blow. Qin Huai’s physical body and longevity technique were both exceptionally well-developed.
“Such a monstrous genius. Even the slightest carelessness could be our undoing,” Xiao Guangping muttered, aware of the usual prowess of such individuals.
“Everyone, stall for fifteen minutes! I need to accumulate strength and execute the final move to kill this Poison Dragon!” Xiao Guangping declared solemnly. After just one exchange, he knew it would be incredibly challenging to defeat Qin Huai without resorting to a powerful move.
“Understood!” the dozen or so people behind him shouted in unison, each accepting their fate and charging toward Qin Huai with resolve.
Behind Xiao Guangping, a powerful flame ignited on his long sword, as if an infinite amount of energy was gathering and compressing at the blade’s tip.