Lord Quan stood with his hands behind his back, his face carrying an arrogant expression.
From the dense forest not far away, a gaunt figure stepped out.
This man appeared to be in his early forties, about six feet tall, with graying, disheveled hair, and emitting an aura that instilled fear in others.
Surprisingly, the man had only one right arm.
Upon seeing the one-armed man, Lord Quan sneered disdainfully and said coldly,
"I am Quan Yulong of the Punishment Hall. Who are you?"
The one-armed man responded indifferently,
"All martial artists in the world are under the jurisdiction of the Martial Artist’s Pavilion. You dare to attack a member of the Pavilion unilaterally. That is a capital offense. Kneel and accept your death immediately."
Tian Qiong glanced at Quan Yulong and, without saying a word, made his move.
His figure turned into a blur, instantly rushing towards Quan Yulong.
Quan Yulong’s eyes narrowed.
"You dare to attack proactively? You’re seeking death!"
Quan Yulong, being a Semi-Saint, was very confident in his strength, and he could sense that the other’s cultivation was inferior to his.
Thus, Quan Yulong locked his aura onto Tian Qiong and threw a punch directly.
Quan Yulong’s punch, thrown with incredible speed and preemptively, struck Tian Qiong’s chest.
"See if that doesn’t kill you..."
Quan Yulong said with a cold smile.
However, before he could finish,
a blood-red pattern suddenly erupted from Tian Qiong’s body.
This blood-red pattern blocked all the momentum of his punch.
In the moment of Quan Yulong’s shock, the one-armed man threw a punch.
This punch also hit Quan Yulong’s chest.
Quan Yulong spat out a large mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.
His body brutally smashed into the ground a short distance away, and then he exclaimed in alarm,
"Blood Armor Technique!!!"
"How do you know this martial technique, and who exactly are you?"
The Blood Armor Technique, a powerful ancient Body Refining Technique, closely related to Jing Ding’s technique in fame, but its power exceeded Jing Ding’s Technique.
In the Punishment Hall, records existed for such formidable techniques, and the Blood Armor Technique was among them.
Tian Qiong obviously had no intention of answering Quan Yulong.
His figure flashed, approaching Quan Yulong once again.
Another punch was thrown.
Quan Yulong, terrified to his soul and facing death, unleashed all his power and barely dodged the punch.
Tian Qiong’s fist smashed into the ground.
In an instant, a crater appeared, and at the same time, a powerful force burst forth, striking Quan Yulong who was very close by.
Quan Yulong reflexively tried to block with his hands.
The bones in both his arms broke instantly.
Quan Yulong panicked.
"Wait a second, stop."
"The person you’re looking for is with the Martial Pavilion, not me; they are all inside the cave behind me, feel free to go and find them."
The people behind Quan Yulong, upon hearing this, showed expressions of disbelief.
A high-ranking envoy from the Punishment Hall had actually uttered such words.
Wu Hua immediately grew angry.
"Lord Quan, what are you saying? The Martial Pavilion and the Punishment Hall are one and the same. To us, you are a superior."
"Who the hell is of the same family as you?"
"If you want to die, go die by yourselves. Don’t drag me into it."
Having said this, Quan Yulong did not hesitate and immediately dashed off towards the distance.
Tian Qiong did not pursue Quan Yulong but turned his gaze towards Zhou Yu and the others, his sharp eyes sweeping over them and finally settling on Zhou Yu.
He felt that Tian Qiong was specifically here for him.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered something.
After Lv Fang was revived by him, he had mentioned that while possessed, he had seen the leader of the Letian Association, who had a very powerful old man under him, known as the one-armed man.
Could it be this person?
As Zhou Yu was recalling this, Wu Yue urgently said,
"Zhou Yu, Yuan, I’ll hold him off while you take everyone else and leave."
Yuan Denian immediately refused.
"How can that be possible?"
"If someone needs to hold him off, it should be me."
"You all go quickly."
At that moment, Zhou Yu suddenly spoke.
"No need, he’s here for me."
Tian Qiong spoke indifferently,
Everyone was stunned.
He was here for Zhou Yu?
Lu Xiuying and Wu Yue exchanged glances, their shrewd minds immediately realizing that this was a trap aimed at Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu spoke calmly and slowly,
"You’re from the Letian Association, aren’t you?"
Tian Qiong gave no confirmation or denial.
"My mission is to take your life."
"My life isn’t that easy to take, and if you’re not careful, you might get yourself involved too."
Zhou Yu continued calmly.
"Then let’s try." Tian Qiong’s face remained indifferent.
Zhou Yu looked at the others.
Momo and the others all showed worried expressions.
Wu Yue, knowing Zhou Yu’s capabilities, took a deep breath and led the others to retreat.
Zhou Yu focused his gaze on Tian Qiong.
"Just now, I saw you use a body refining technique called the Blood Armor Technique."
"Correct. I know you’ve also practiced a body refining technique called the Jing Ding Technique."
As the words fell, both men locked their eyes on each other,
each burning with intense fighting spirit.
About ten seconds later.
The two attacked simultaneously, their powerful forces instantly erupting and colliding like comets hitting the earth.