212: Chapter 213 Crushes an S-Rank Assassin with One Hand, Forcibly Merging with True Dragon Blood!

The wail of a shattering neck bone became the most terrifying movement Ying Wan had ever heard in his life.

The shadow of death completely swallowed him in an unprecedented manner.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about dying; as an assassin walking on the edge of a blade, death was a destiny that could arrive at any moment.

But he never dreamed that he would be ended in such a way, so frustratingly and so completely.

His throat was gripped by that hand, as if clamped by a red-hot mountain.

Let alone breathing, he even felt like his Soul was being squeezed out of his physical shell by this terrifying grip.

He desperately tried to mobilize the last sliver of Void Realm Origin within his body.

Escape!

He had to escape from this monster!

As long as he could perform even a single one-centimeter short-distance teleportation, he would have a chance to survive!

But it was useless.

His proud S-Rank class power, the moment it touched Lin Qi's palm, was like starlight thrown into a black hole; it vanished completely without causing even the slightest ripple.

The palm itself seemed to be an absolute Domain independent of the System, a Law cage composed purely of physical strength.

In this cage, all flashy energy and rules lost their meaning.

What was even more terrifying was that there was twenty times gravity in this space.

This omnipresent pressure was being amplified hundreds and thousands of times through Lin Qi's palm, all acting upon his fragile neck bone.

Ying Wan's brain completely stopped thinking, leaving only the most primitive survival instinct.

Just as his last bit of consciousness was about to be swallowed by darkness, he felt an irresistible force.

He was actually lifted up from behind with one hand.

His feet left the ground powerlessly.

He was like a small fish with its throat pierced by a harpoon, hanging in mid-air, unable to do anything but twitch in vain.

Due to extreme oxygen deprivation, his face had turned a strange liver color.

He frantically pounded Lin Qi's arm, which shimmered with a dark gold luster, making muffled "thud-thud" sounds.

But that arm didn't budge at all.

His fists hitting it felt like raindrops hitting Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Iron; aside from sending waves of sharp pain through his knuckles, it did nothing at all.

Through his blurred vision, he saw Lin Qi's profile.

There was no expression on that young face.

No anger, no pleasure, not even a trace of emotional fluctuation.

It was an extremely indifferent gaze, like a high-and-mighty deity looking down at an ant that had just crawled to his feet.

That look said: Your life or death has nothing to do with me; I'm just crushing you in passing.

This pure disregard made Ying Wan feel more broken than any insult could.

He, a gold-medal assassin of the Shadow Blade Alliance, a future Elder of the Shadow Guild, and a Void Walker who struck terror into the hearts of countless Prodigies.

In the end, in the eyes of this Blank Slate kid, he didn't even have the qualification to be an opponent.

"Ugh... hhh..."

Nonsensical rasps came from Ying Wan's throat, filled with endless regret and resentment.

Lin Qi seemed to find his struggling a bit annoying.

He jerked his arm back, tossing him like a piece of trash.

Ying Wan's body traced a brief arc in the air before being slammed violently onto the cold, hard, black Blood Sacrifice Altar beneath his feet.

Thud!

A heavy boom that made the entire underground space tremble!

Immediately following was a series of tooth-aching "crackling" sounds of dense bone fractures.

Ying Wan didn't even have time to let out a scream.

He felt his spine, like a piece of sugarcane struck by a hammer, shattering completely section by section from the middle.

Before the intense pain could spread through his body, the iron hand gripping his throat exerted force once more.

"Crack!"

This time, the sound was crisp and short, filled with the finality of ending everything.

Ying Wan's cervical vertebrae were completely crushed into powder.

His body jerked once before slumping down completely like a pile of mud.

In those eyes wide with fear and shock, all life faded within a second, leaving only deathly gray emptiness and despair.

The top ace assassin of an era from the Shadow Alliance had died just like that, silently.

There were no earth-shattering scenes, no evenly matched duel.

He couldn't even leave behind a complete final word.

Lin Qi released his grip.

Without even looking at the lifeless corpse, he gave it a casual push.

Ying Wan's body immediately rolled down the slope of the Blood Sacrifice Altar, quickly disappearing into the endless darkness below.

Only after finishing all this did Lin Qi feel a wave of intense weakness surge through his limbs and bones like a tide.

Inside his body, it felt as if countless small knives were simultaneously cutting his Meridians.

Just now, forcibly reversing and detonating the power of the true dragon relic blood and catching a legendary weapon with his bare hands had placed an extremely heavy burden on his body.

Though he appeared unharmed on the surface, his internal Meridians were already riddled with countless tiny tears and cracks.

He shook his somewhat heavy head.

Now was not the time to rest.

Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately sat back down cross-legged.

His chest heaved violently as he inhaled the high-density air mixed with the scent of dragon blood like a whale swallowing water.

Blood Moving Technique! Turtle Breathing Technique!

Both Cultivation Techniques were operating to their absolute limits!

The scorching skin on his body surface, heated by the boiling energy, quickly returned to normal.

But inside his body, it felt as if a volcano was brewing for an eruption.

The remaining dark-gold true dragon relic blood that he had forcibly suppressed seemed to have found an outlet and began to rampage through his Meridians once again.

"Excellent!"

Lin Qi gave a low shout in his heart.

He didn't try to forcibly suppress it like before; instead, he opened all his defenses.

Guided by his powerful Martial Saint-level will, he actively channeled these violent torrents of energy into his damaged Meridians.

Using this purest and most domineering ancient energy to heal his injuries!

This was a crazy move.

It was equivalent to using lava to repair a water pipe.

One slight mistake would result in severed Meridians and his body exploding.

But wealth is found in danger!

This true dragon relic blood was a poison, but even more so, it was a great tonic!

He wanted to use this power to complete a thorough transformation!

Around the Blood Sacrifice Altar, a deathly silence returned once more.

There was only Lin Qi's heavy and long breathing, along with muffled sounds from inside his body that resembled a rushing river or rolling thunder.

His consciousness was completely immersed within his body.

Under his "Inner Vision," he could clearly "see."

The dark-gold true dragon relic blood energy was constantly washing and refining the surface of his bones.

His bones, which were originally covered only in a layer of pale gold foil, were becoming thicker and deeper in color at a visible rate under the scouring of this energy.

That gold was no longer a superficial foil but began to truly penetrate into the interior of the bones, bit by bit.

Lin Qi could feel that his body was undergoing an unprecedented qualitative change.

This gamble had paid off!

That assassin was just an appetizer.

The real feast was only just beginning.

As the true dragon relic blood continued to fuse, the burning and tearing sensations from deep within his bones grew stronger, but with them came a feeling of a tougher, more powerful new life.

He knew that his Prototype Golden Body was about to be completely broken and then reshaped.

Another qualitative change of his Physical Body had begun!