Chapter 972: [(712)] Beheading! Li Daitao Stiff (Asking for Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)_3 Chapter 972: [(712)] Beheading! Li Daitao Stiff (Asking for Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)_3 The air currents he stirred up gradually caused his attacks to veer off course.
The Giant Palm formed from his condensed Gang Qi also began to take on a bizarre and unrecognizable shape.
Clang clang clang clang clang clang!
With a roar,
Pitan forcefully seized a slim chance for survival from a desperate situation, his hands like dragons, thrusting out fiercely as his fingertips continuously burst and deflected under the Sword Light.
A series of light clashing sounds erupted.
But suddenly, Pitan’s expression changed.
His opponent’s Sword Intent suddenly burst forth… he thought this was the opponent’s finishing move.
But he hadn’t expected that the opponent’s free left hand, transforming into a palm, was equally powerful, pressing down with an unstoppable force onto his chest.
“Bang!”
In an instant, everything changed drastically!
The sound of breaking ribs rang out, and Pitan was sent flying backward.
“Damn it!!!”
Enduring the widespread and shattering pain in his body, Pitan struggled to his feet, staggering, his eyes filled with rage as he stared at Pei Jinye.
“Why!”
“Why would you betray me!!!”
No sooner had he spoken,
than the silhouette opposite him suddenly vanished from its original spot.
By the time it reappeared, it had already ominously descended in front of him and slashed down with full force.
Pitan was once again sent flying backward.
Before he could get up,
His attacker struck again.
Pitan was sent flying like a punching bag.
“Bang bang bang!”
Suddenly, Pitan reached out and grabbed the attacker’s shin, roaring as he threw his assailant into the air.
However, to his surprise,
The opponent’s body, while flipping through the air as if defying gravity, suddenly charged back at him.
Sword Light enveloped him.
Pitan’s injuries grew more numerous.
Strongmen are different from ordinary people; their willpower is forged through relentless tribulation.
An ordinary person would have already been beaten to a pulp by now.
But Pitan, wavering on his feet, with spiritual power numbers still above 130,000 above his head, though greatly diminished, continued to cling on stubbornly.
“Give me a reason!”
“Who… who told you to do this!”
Pitan’s voice roared from his throat.
“Clang!”
In the deafening sound of metal clashing, the merciless Sword Light, infused with powerful Sword Intent, suddenly poured down!
Pitan stared blankly, his eyes filled with bright, layer upon layer.
In a daze,
He seemed to see a face–a face he would recognize even if it were reduced to ashes!
Pei Jinye!
That hateful Swordsman from the Summer Country!
Suddenly! His eyes widened.
It really was Pei Jinye!
“You!”
“How could it be you!”
He watched as the opponent’s face and body shape suddenly changed.
From one person to another.
This kind of technique… could only be described as the Ghost God Technique.
Under the massive shock, the numbers above Pitan’s head rapidly decreased.
He fought desperately.
But already like a spent arrow, how could he be a match!
Dragged by Pei Jinye, that face in grip.
His back crashed against the mountain wall.
Finally, his motion stopped.
The pain throughout his body almost tore him apart.
Even Pitan, accustomed to enduring, couldn’t bear it any longer and, with a pained groan, exerted his last bit of strength to engage in a fierce close-quarters battle with Pei Jinye.
“Bang!”
Pitan’s jaw was struck violently, and his entire figure was sent flying backward.
But before he even hit the ground, he was viciously pulled back by Pei Jinye and hammered against the mountain wall.
The number hovering above his head plummeted from 130,000 to 120,000 in an instant, followed swiftly by a drop below 100,000.
…
“Who… who are you?”
Pitan, gasping for breath with bloodshot eyes, stared at Pei Jinye who stood close by.
“Does it matter?”
Pei Jinye said expressionlessly as he grabbed Pitan and immediately buried another punch into the ground.
“I think… Bang!”
Pitan’s following words were cut off as he was punched into the ground once more.
“We… Bang!”
“We can talk–Bang!”
Pitan roared, finally seizing the chance to block Pei Jinye’s punch, his eyes bloody as he stared at him, “I’ll give you endless wealth, a platform to become stronger, anything you want, just don’t kill–me!”
Pei Jinye restrained him with a backhand move, his gaze icy.
Reached out decisively.
“Into the dream!”
“Ah–”
The ferocious roar stopped abruptly.
An endless darkness engulfed him.
…
…
Pei Jinye slowly opened his eyes.
It was his first time devouring the memory of a first-level strongman.
The torrent of memories far exceeded his imagination.
It was fortunate that he had pressured the old man constantly, keeping his spiritual power below 50,000.
Otherwise, resisting him would have been harder than holding down a wild boar!
He looked at Pitan’s corpse.
Pei Jinye had thus answered his earlier proposition.
“You’re dead, and I can still obtain everything.”
As he finished his sentence,
Pei Jinye’s face had already transformed into the likeness of Pitan.
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The entire Wild Gold Country was under lockdown.
When Doctor Zhao met Uncle Fang, he looked anxious: “Uncle, what about Pei Jinye… any news? Have you found him?”
The square-faced middle-aged man shook his head, his eyes grave: “I’ve searched every possible place, but there’s no trace of him.”
“This…” Doctor Zhao’s complexion changed slightly.
“He can’t have met with an accident.”
Doctor Zhao recounted the story of how Pei Jinye saved everyone, and the square-faced middle-aged man also appeared moved: “He has always been a mystery, but throughout our journey, his deeds for our Summer Country have been utterly selfless!”
“Uncle, we cannot afford anything to happen to Pei Jinye!”
“I understand. More strongmen will continue to arrive in the country, you’re in charge of the security work, and I will lead them to continue the search,” the square-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
Doctor Zhao nodded: “Wild Nufu is already dead, and now Wild Gold Country’s attitude is very strong… I worry that they will cause trouble in secret.”
“Don’t worry about them,” the square-faced middle-aged man responded sternly: “Without Wild Nufu, they are now just meat on the chopping board. I will speak to them personally… Compared to the Empire, we can offer more generous terms. Besides… we are so close to them; if they don’t cooperate, we’ll simply replace them with someone who will.”
Doctor Zhao agreed: “I’ve received news that the Empire’s warships encountered problems upon arrival, losing two ships.”
The square-faced middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement in his expression: “It’s rare to see those guys screw up, but what’s the situation at sea?”
“We’re also confirming at the moment, this is the image captured by the satellites.”
Doctor Zhao handed over a report.
A huge vortex appeared in the deep sea, surrounded by darkness as if there were some terrifying creatures lurking beneath; the shadow was too enormous.
“Is it a sea creature?” the square-faced middle-aged man asked after looking at the image.
Doctor Zhao shook his head: “Unclear yet, the monitoring equipment at sea has been disabled due to the influence of the Tianzang Ruins, and it will take a while to confirm.”
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After a pause.
“Uncle, do you think Pei Jinye’s disappearance could be related to the thing below?”
The square-faced middle-aged man’s gaze grew solemn.
“Perhaps, but without finding him, everything is just conjecture… The Cabinet said, at all costs, bring him back!”
“I understand!”