141: Solution
"What kind of Ba Da Sect, plum blossom candy!"
"I've never even heard of it!"
Han Yi, disguised as Li Kui, said carelessly.
This Zhu Tong was difficult to deal with. Since he wasn't in a hurry to act, Han Yi took the opportunity to secretly put something on his hand behind his back.
"Oh......"
Zhu Tong looked at Han Yi seriously, seemingly believing his words.
'This guy wants to stall for time!'
Han Yi's eyes narrowed slightly. This person's eyes darted left and right, and his body subtly occupied a favorable position for escape. It seemed he was definitely waiting for others!
He couldn't drag it out any longer!
Han Yi adjusted his body to allow his muscles to exert more force.
This scene was naturally keenly noticed by Zhu Tong.
Poof!
At this moment, a large cloud of white mist was scattered over Han Yi's head.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Tong was so despicable. As a Martial Artist in the Lianxue Stage, he even carried quicklime with him!
He struck first, scattering another handful of quicklime, and then even threw the bag containing the quicklime at Han Yi's head.
Swish!
Han Yi retreated rapidly. Although he hadn't anticipated Zhu Tong's move, he was wearing a black cloth bamboo hat, and the quicklime scattered on his body had little effect.
Boom!
In the white mist, a powerful burst of Qi and Blood erupted, solid and unyielding, unaffected by wind or rain, as hot as burning charcoal. Zhu Tong was like a large furnace, causing the surrounding temperature to rise sharply!
"Rolling Stone Breaks Mountain!"
Zhu Tong's body rotated, like a meteor falling from the sky. His waist and hip muscles exerted force, driving his fists, toes, and elbows to attack. As he broke through the white mist, he even created a thunderous explosion!
'Qi and Blood Furnace, this guy is indeed a Martial Artist in the Middle Stage of Blood Refinement!'
Blood-like shirt, Qi and Blood Furnace, and Qi and Blood Wolf Smoke were the hallmarks of the early, middle, and Late Stages of Blood Refinement.
Han Yi's heart tensed, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
Although Zhu Tong's move was unexpected and fierce, fortunately, he had already pulled away and was prepared in his heart.
Han Yi took a deep breath, his abdomen bulging like a three-legged golden toad, and a large amount of air was compressed into his body.
Immediately, his body's muscles rapidly swelled and became engorged with blood. His entire skin seemed unable to withstand the pressure of his Qi and Blood, seeping with dense blood spots.
Han Yi's palms suddenly enlarged by a circle, and his gauntlets creaked. Not only that, but his already burly figure became even taller.
His entire body's Qi and Blood surged and flowed.
"Shattering Stone Splitting Earth!"
Rip!
When the two fists collided, what sounded was the sound of metal entering flesh.
"You! Despicable!"
Zhu Tong was both shocked and enraged. The moment their fists met, he felt something was wrong. His protective Qi and Blood were like foam, easily punctured by a knife.
It was then that he clearly saw that Han Yi was wearing a pair of spiked gauntlets.
These spikes, made from the leftover material of the Xuan Tie Sword, could even withstand the sharpness of a Treasure Artifact, let alone mere flesh and blood.
Immediately, the surging Qi and Blood in Zhu Tong's body gushed out from the wound.
'Flying Swallow Kick—Swallow Pierces Clouds!'
Han Yi, having gained the advantage, did not relent. With a light tap of his toe, he leaped up like a falcon piercing through clouds with its talons.
"Wait, friend, let's talk this over!"
Zhu Tong shouted, but quickly turned and ran towards the main door. From his demeanor, it seemed he wanted to reopen the tightly closed door and call for help.
Whoosh!
The wind howled fiercely, the momentum like thunder. Before the fists and feet arrived, the shouts came first.
"You... I...!"
Zhu Tong reluctantly turned his head and swung his fists wildly forward again.
Chirp, chirp, chirp
Three consecutive punches met Han Yi's spiked gauntlets. Zhu Tong's entire arm instantly went numb and lost control. His heart filled with terror, he turned again, trying to run.
Crack!
Han Yi's fist struck Zhu Tong's back of the head with a heavy blow. Instantly, half of his head burst open, and white, yellow, and red matter flowed onto the ground.
Thud!
Zhu Tong's body twitched a few times, raising a cloud of dust, and fell in front of the door within reach.
"Damn it, I didn't hold back!"
A hint of regret appeared on Han Yi's face. He had originally wanted to extract information from Zhu Tong.
But there was nothing he could do. Facing an enemy of this caliber, he had to go all out.
Fortunately, Jiang Xiu and Feng Yingying were still alive.
"How's the situation on your side...?"
"Same as usual. With the 'Ba Da Sect' and 'Plum Blossom Hall' backing them, those shops aren't willing to buy 'talisman water'......"
Just then, outside the door, a conversation came from the alley.
Bang, bang, bang!
Two long and one short knocks on the door.
"Master Zhu!"
Han Yi's heart tightened. The Gushen Sect's reinforcements, so fast?
He secretly peeked out through the crack in the door and saw people dressed similarly to Zhu Tong, all in black and white clothes, but without the dark green cloth strips on their arms.
"One has an overall strength of '40~51', and the other is '45~52'. Their strength isn't strong... In that case..."
"Strange, is Master Zhu not stationed here today?"
A Gushen Sect disciple on the left said in surprise.
"Wait a bit longer. That Feng Yingying just lost her husband, and she's in a state of 'dry wood and raging fire'. Maybe she's discussing 'important matters' with Master Zhu!"
The disciple on the right was a skinny man with shifty triangular eyes, who said lewdly.
Feng Yingying's husband had died, leaving her a beautiful woman in white. Her voluptuous buttocks swayed as she walked. This triangular-eyed man was a lustful devil, who had long set his sights on Feng Yingying.
"That's true..."
With that, the two exchanged glances and let out lewd, chuckling laughs.
Bang!
Suddenly, with a "bang," the black lacquered door in front of them exploded, sending countless wood splinters flying!
"What?"
"Thunder Palm—Furious Strike!"
Han Yi's arms moved like lightning, striking several times in the flying wood splinters.
The person on the left had no time to block and was struck in the neck with a palm, instantly dying.
The triangular-eyed man on the right barely managed to raise his arm, his feet retreating as he tried to escape.
Crack!
But it was too late. The iron palm, carrying immense power, smashed onto his arm, causing his arm and breastbone to collapse and fracture.
The triangular-eyed man fell to the ground, his mouth wide open, trying to scream.
Suddenly, his vision blurred, a large hand flashed, and then, with a "thud," his head was instantly snapped, his pupils dilated, dying with his eyes wide open.
"Whew......"
Han Yi let out a long breath. Fortunately, he acted quickly and dealt with the two in time. If this person had shouted and alerted others, the situation would have been difficult to handle.
Han Yi glanced around. Luckily, it was noon, and there were few people on the road. He quickly dragged the two bodies into the house.