Chapter 1316: Pure Power

Qinglong lay on the ground, eyes open and calmly staring at the ceiling as the dark clouds gradually dissipated.

What was this feeling...?

An intense pain seared his cheek, even though there were no visible external injuries. Why did it hurt so much?

His body ached, his heart ached, and even his soul was in agony.

He didn't even know where to begin with Tianxing Jian to make himself feel better.

That punch seemed to have shattered a part of his soul, leaving him lying there in a daze for a moment, forgetting what he was doing.

It was the same Tianxing Jian... but what kind of fist was this?

Was it a technique... or some strange power...?

"No..." Qinglong murmured, "This punch even carried 'belief'..."

The flesh on his body shifted strangely, beginning to fill in the damaged areas.

If the opponent came at him with that kind of punch again, he absolutely couldn't get hit a second time. Otherwise, even if he didn't die, he would surely lose consciousness.

Qiao Ji Jin shook his body, attempting to step forward for a couple more punches, but suddenly felt a numbing sensation in his hands.

He looked down and saw that his fists were exposed to the bone, the skin and flesh having vanished somewhere.

It seemed Zhang Shan had used Tianxing Jian repeatedly to restore his body and was now nearing his limit.

"Tattooed kid..." Zhang Shan got up from the ground, brushing off the dust, "Don't you care about those hands of yours anymore?"

"A pair of hands is nothing..." Qiao Ji Jin gritted his teeth, "As long as it's just flesh wounds, I can recover. It's fine. Even if you can't heal me, I can fight it out and heal slowly afterward."

With that, he stepped toward Qinglong lying on the ground. Surely, even Qinglong couldn't endure all those punches.

"A 'god' that can be knocked flying..." Qiao Ji Jin laughed, "How come your face is all bloody? Need me to call an ambulance for you?"

Qinglong blinked, but his body suddenly lost control, unable to get up.

"Don't feel inferior, little green one," Qiao Ji Jin continued as he walked, "I've knocked flying way too many people. Ordinary thugs, I've hit; Shuang Hua Hong Gun, I've hit; Can Yu Zhe, I've hit; Tian Tang Kou, I've hit; Mao, I've hit; Ji Dao, I've hit; Du Xin, I've hit; and even Tianxing Jian, I've hit..."

After saying that, he turned to Zhang Shan: "Big guy, I'm not targeting you."

"Alright..." Zhang Shan nodded.

"Now I've even knocked flying a 'god'..." Qiao Ji Jin walked up to Qinglong and slowly raised his right fist, "Little green one, you're not playing fair. Go explain that to Guan Er Ge."

Qinglong slowly widened his eyes, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. He knew he had to act immediately.

He absolutely couldn't take another punch mixed with technique, power, Tianxing Jian, and belief.

Qiao Ji Jin didn't give Qinglong any time to react. Without a word, he swung his fist down swiftly.

Boom!!

A sound like a meteor exploding echoed through the ground, sending dust flying everywhere and making the room tremble.

Qiao Ji Jin frowned, realizing Qinglong had vanished from beneath him, his fist having smashed a large crater into the floor.

He turned his head and saw Qinglong lying in the distance—it must have been Yue Qian activating at the critical moment.

Qinglong gritted his teeth and shakily stood up. The flesh on his body had fully restored by then, though some wounds remained, his condition gradually recovering.

He glared with bloodshot eyes, his state clearly verging on madness.

In just one day, he had endured multiple battles, none of which he could handle easily. His beliefs seemed to be slipping, and his thoughts were growing increasingly chaotic.

But he still possessed "Xian Fa." As long as that remained, ordinary human fighting methods couldn't win.

Qinglong swayed in place, watching Qiao Ji Jin from afar, on guard against any attack. To his surprise, Qiao Ji Jin didn't launch another assault and just stood there quietly, observing him.

"Hey, little green one." Qiao Ji Jin laughed, "The road's so wide—watch out for getting hit by a car."

"Hit by a... car?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a strong, firm hand landed on his shoulder, fingers gripping it tightly.

Qinglong sensed something was wrong—his condition really wasn't right. Yue Qian had taken him straight to another enemy.

He instinctively wanted to use Duo Xin Po to freeze the opponent's movements, but thinking of that chilling, terrifying voice, he had to hold back and endure the intense pain in his shoulder as he activated Yue Qian.

Zhang Shan, having spent a long time with Jin Yuan Xun, knew exactly how Yue Qian worked. He gripped Qinglong's shoulder tightly and teleported with him to another spot.

Qinglong spun around, angrily facing Zhang Shan, who was already raising his right fist.

Qinglong hurriedly used Yue Qian multiple times in mid-air, trying to shake Zhang Shan off with incredible speed.

But Zhang Shan clung firmly to Qinglong's shoulder, the two of them darting around the empty room several times. Zhang Shan moved like a frame-by-frame animation, his fist getting closer to Qinglong's face with each appearance.

After a few high-speed teleports, massive impacts echoed from all directions.

Zhang Shan's fist landed solidly on Qinglong's face, sending him shooting off like a missile.

This time, Qinglong didn't spin in place; instead, he flew straight and fast toward a wall, smashing into it and creating deep cracks.

It was as if he'd been hit by a car.

A fully loaded truck weighing several dozen tons, speeding at over sixty miles per hour.

If Qiao Ji Jin's punch was a blend of power, technique, Tianxing Jian, and belief... then this one was pure, overwhelming force.

This time, it wasn't his soul that was wounded—it was his life force.

The moment the fist hit his face, Qinglong clearly felt the breath of "death."

He hadn't experienced that in over seventy years in Taoyuan.

If he didn't pull himself together, he really could be beaten to death by these two. The damage they inflicted was outpacing even Tianxing Jian's recovery.

"Damn..." Zhang Shan shook his hand, which was nearly torn apart, "Tattooed kid, you were right. Don't worry too much about injuries—they'll heal eventually. If Tianxing Jian can't fix it, just wait for it to mend on its own."

"Great punch, big guy." Qiao Ji Jin walked over slowly, "I'd be dead if I took that."

Qinglong was embedded in the wall, his mind a blur. His proud killing technique, Duo Xin Po, was restricted... What kind of masterful method could achieve that?

But he hadn't even met Qi Xia yet, and he hadn't encountered anyone strange. How could this be...

Wait.

Just now... he hadn't encountered anyone strange?

"I remember whose voice that was..." Qinglong's eyes turned ice-cold in an instant.