382 Killing Kings!
Qin Huai unleashed punches with both fists, and simultaneously, six arms occupied the space before him.
Boom!
Two of them were instantly obliterated by Qin Huai, dissolving into green smoke that swiftly disappeared. Qin Huai’s hands moved with lightning speed as he executed a horizontal sweep, generating a formidable gust of wind.
The remaining two individuals reacted swiftly, seizing Qin Huai’s left and right hands. However, the disparity in strength was too significant — their feet remained firmly planted on the ground, carving out two arcs in the sky. Then, Qin Huai clapped his hands together.
Bang!
Their spines collided and shattered. The instant they spat out a mouthful of blood, they disintegrated on the spot.
“Who are you?”
The earlier low roar had drawn the attention of Hua Yanli and the others, who were engaged in battle at a distance. They regarded Qin Huai, his eyes aglow with white light, with a mix of seriousness and excitement.
“He’s just a low-level rogue cultivator.”
Qin Huai assessed, observing the two heaven’s favorites who had also activated their king’s force from afar. Since he commenced cultivation, he had never clashed with a prodigy of this caliber.
Furthermore, one of them possessed the rarer innate king’s force, which the great elder of the Blue Sea Pavilion had referenced. He wondered how it differed from the typical king’s force.
“What’s your name? Say it!” Hua Yanli abruptly abandoned his opponent, Yun Qi, and dashed toward Qin Huai.
The ring of fire swelled, and as it neared Qin Huai, the temperature spiked dramatically.
Qin Huai stood his ground. He launched a punch forward.
Bang!
A shower of sparks erupted. The Ring of fire, which had swept everything before it, was halted by Qin Huai’s fist. Successive layers of fire rings stacked atop one another, causing the previously thin ring of fire to instantaneously expand and intensify.
Something seemed to dance within the exploding flames. Meanwhile, Qin Huai’s dragon king bone pattern radiated with unprecedented brilliance. His fists, like heavy cannons, shattered the oncoming rings of fire.
“Fleshly body king?” Hua Yanli arched his eyebrows, his sword quivering rapidly. It spewed a variety of fire rings at an angle, even searing and cutting the ground beneath it. A luminous ring of fire scorched the earth several feet deep.
The terrifying power and the surging ring of fire caused the surrounding White Cloud sect and the concealed practitioners behind him to momentarily forget their combat. They began to leap left and right, fleeing from the ring of fire.
Because they lacked the king’s force, contact with it would mean certain death. They would be bisected at the waist and lose their chance to advance, so the only action they could take was to evade the three future king tiers and escape the range of the fire source.
“The two of you are underestimating me,” Yun Qi’s voice rang out. “By doing this, you’re causing me to lose face!” He sauntered leisurely towards the pair.
The ring of fire, bristling with lethal power, penetrated Yun Qi’s body directly this time, but it did not inflict any damage. The iron fan in his hand swung like a hammer or a blade, indiscriminately striking at Qin Huai and Hua Yanli.
Most strikingly, Qin Huai’s fist, which could obliterate the ring of fire, had no effect on Yun Qi’s body. It was as though his king’s force had been neutralized or evaded.
“I possess the power of the cloud Kirin, so most attacks in this world will be caught in my boundless clouds and rendered ineffective,” Yun Qi declared, brandishing his iron fan. The three of them engaged in a wild melee, yet none could breach the others’ defenses.
“Of course, there might be some that slip through the net. With the innate Kirin’s power, the likelihood of this happening is amplified. To break it, an even stronger destructive force would be required…” Yun Qi continued to elaborate on the strength of his innate king’s force to Qin Huai and Hua Yanli.
“But it’s evident that even your attacks are ineffective.”
“Is that so?” Qin Huai and Hua Yanli chimed in almost simultaneously.
For a moment, they paused. A dazzling white light amassed on Qin Huai’s fist, while a droplet of red liquid dangled from the tip of Hua Yanli’s blade. The air seemed to distort in that instant, and a rolling heatwave emitted a thunderous noise.
“Forbidden technique, dragon king’s crush!”
“Flame slash!”
Bang!
The clouds scattered, revealing Yun Qi’s loose robe bursting apart. His skin cracked open, and fresh blood spurted out, instantly evaporating in the heatwave.
His flesh began to lose its moisture, and the scent of charred meat wafted into the distance, carried by the strong wind stirred up by the two combatants. His once elegant long hair was now a shoulder-length mop, its ends charred and matted.
However, Yun Qi no longer cared about his hairstyle. His face was contorted due to the burns on his body. “You guys…”
“It seems your so-called innate king’s force isn’t as invincible as you claimed,” Hua Yanli scoffed. Seizing the momentum, he conjured the fire ring slightly faster than before.
This time, Yun Qi was not careless. He dodged by bending his waist towards the ground like an arch, then propelled himself skyward with a powerful kick that sent Hua Yanli flying.
Qin Huai released punches with both fists, aiming directly at Yun Qi’s waist and kidneys. The latter braced himself on the ground with both hands, and his lower body spun in a large circle, alternating with Qin Huai’s punches.
Blood splattered in all directions. Qin Huai’s initial punch had obliterated Yun Qi’s shoe, leaving his foot a bloody mess.
Qin Huai did not belittle him in the slightest. Yun Qi had blocked their powerful attacks alone and was only injured to this extent, which indicated that the strength of his cultivation technique indeed surpassed the king’s force.
Whoosh!
The next moment, blazing flames descended from the sky. Hua Yanli executed a 360-degree spin in the air. His sword, engulfed in flames, descended from the sky like a wheel of fire.