55: Chapter 55 Remote Bloodsucking

Deep within the back garden, the rockery clusters crouched like ferocious giant beasts.

Ding Qing's goal was clear, heading straight for the giant rock shaped like a crouching tiger.

Under the moonlight, the heavy steel dragon severing stone gate firmly sealed the entrance.

The Panchi beast head on the door panel was hideous, and dark red bloodstains and ice crystals remained in the crevices from when Qiu Zhiruo had struggled to escape.

Ding Qing came to a halt before the gate.

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Deep shadows fell beneath his long hair, making his expression unreadable.

Only the aura around him, previously as silent as the deep sea, instantly became violent, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Hah!"

A low shout accompanied his exhaled breath, sounding like muffled thunder rolling underground.

He didn't gather power or assume a stance; he simply threw a straight right punch without any flourishes.

BOOM—!!!

The moment his fist made contact with the dragon severing stone.

The air at that single point seemed compressed to the extreme before violently exploding.

A visible white airwave exploded outward in a ring, causing the surrounding rockery stones to shed dust and debris.

The dragon severing stone, over a foot thick and weighing more than ten thousand catties, cast from refined steel mixed with Profound Iron.

It was as if it had been hit head-on by a siege hammer, emitting a tooth-aching, overwhelmed metallic groan.

A deep fist print appeared.

But this was only the beginning!

Ding Qing retracted his fist, his movements so fast they left afterimages.

Another punch landed.

Amidst the ear-ringing sonic boom, a circle of smoke-like white mist dispersed.

The fist print grew deeper!

Ding Qing's aura surged as he sank his waist and settled into his hips, delivering ten more punches.

Centering on the fist print, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread, covering most of the door panel.

Almost at the moment the cracks reached their limit.

His left fist, carrying even more violent power like a falling meteor, struck the same spot again.

Crack! BOOM—!!!

This time, it was a complete collapse!

The incredibly sturdy dragon severing stone shattered like smashed glass, exploding violently.

Countless jagged steel fragments mixed with flying stones shot into the deep tomb passage like a Pear Blossom Storm.

The massive sound waves echoed wildly in the underground space, deafeningly loud.

Dust filled the air, and rubble fell like rain.

Ding Qing stepped into the hole torn open by violence, his figure instantly swallowed by the thick darkness and the pungent, thousand-year-old scent of decay.

He didn't stop his pace.

Following the scent of blood left by Qiu Zhiruo and that increasingly intense, stale and tyrannical bloody Evil Qi, he moved quickly into the depths.

The corridor was deep; the traps and mechanisms had either been triggered or bypassed during the previous intrusion.

Ding Qing was extremely fast, like a ghost in the night, his footsteps exceptionally clear in the dead silence.

Soon, the end of the collapsed corridor appeared ahead, which was the entrance to the main burial chamber.

The destruction of the dragon severing stone and the tremors in the tomb had caused a large amount of fallen boulders to block most of the path.

Just as Ding Qing intended to clear the obstacles with brute force.

"ROAR—!!!"

A roar full of hunger and fury, like a volcano suppressed for a thousand years, suddenly exploded from behind the pile of rocks.

The sound was neither human nor beast, possessing a Soul-piercing quality that made the entire tomb buzz and caused rubble to fall.

Immediately after, the pile of rocks exploded.

A terrifying dark red figure, enveloped in a bloody Evil Qi so thick it wouldn't disperse.

Like a blood arrow shot from a bow!

Accompanied by a scream that tore through the air, it lunged straight for Ding Qing's face.

A Blood Corpse!

It had caught the scent of powerful blood Qi and impatiently broke through the remaining obstacles.

The remaining glowing stones on the tomb ceiling stingily shed a few wisps of dim light, barely outlining the monster's silhouette.

It looked like a mummified corpse, yet its muscles were knotted and bulging, covered in a layer of dark red, almost black scales that shimmered with a metallic glint.

Its limbs were unusually long, and its ten fingers were like black steel hooks, with thick black blood dripping from the tips.

Its head was hideous, with protruding fangs, and its eyes lacked pupils entirely.

Only two points of blood-red light remained, dancing wildly in the darkness, composed of pure bloodlust.

It emitted a nauseatingly strong stench of death and a Soul-freezing chill.

Fast! It was unimaginably fast!

In the blink of an eye, the foul wind from the Blood Corpse's pounce reached him.

Those pitch-black claws lunged straight for Ding Qing's heart, moving so fast they were only a blur of afterimages.

Ding Qing's pupils suddenly constricted!

The opponent's speed and power far exceeded his estimates.

In his haste, he twisted his waist and sank his hips, crossing his arms in front of his chest, his entire musculature instantly tightening like refined steel.

The nine dormant Body-Suppressing Black Patterns beneath his skin suddenly surfaced, like nine living black dragons moving and pulsing across his body.

CLANG—!!!

A deafening sound like clashing metal exploded in the tomb.

The Blood Corpse's claws slammed hard into Ding Qing's crossed arms.

An irresistible, massive force struck him, mixed with a penetrating, cold Evil Qi.

The hard bluestone floor tiles beneath Ding Qing's feet instantly shattered, and his feet sank deep into the ground.

But he remained as immovable as a mountain!

The nine black veins glowed brightly, forcefully withstanding this strike that could have pierced an iron wall.

He shook his arms, knocking the claws away while simultaneously grabbing back, seizing the Blood Corpse's wrist in an attempt to suppress it.

However, a sudden change occurred!

The Blood Corpse's dancing blood-red eyes locked onto Ding Qing, and an invisible but terrifyingly powerful suction force suddenly erupted.

This force didn't act on his skin but directly on the blood within Ding Qing's body.

Hum—!

In an instant, Ding Qing felt his entire body's blood stagnate, boil, and reverse its flow.

His blood vessels felt as if they were being pierced by countless steel needles and violently torn outward by an invisible force.

His heart felt as if it were being gripped by a cold hand, trying to forcibly extract the essence blood from his body.

A strong sense of dizziness and weakness suddenly hit him!

Blood Corpse Divine Ability—Remote Blood Siphoning!

Ding Qing let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning crimson and the veins on his temples bulging.

He had never encountered such a bizarre and insidious attack.

This method of directly shaking the Origin of life was a hundred times more dangerous than any blade or axe strike.

"ROAR!"

The Blood Corpse let out an even more furious roar, and the suction force suddenly increased several times over.

The skin on Ding Qing's body rippled slightly, as if countless small insects were crawling beneath it, trying to break out.

Wisps of blood mist were already drifting from his seven orifices.

"Damn it!"

Ding Qing's heart sank.

The terrifying foundation of the ninth level Great Perfection of the Iron Cloth Shirt violently erupted.

The nine wandering Body-Suppressing Black Patterns seemed to come alive.

They instantly contracted and condensed!

They transformed into nine indestructible shackles, tightly locking the boiling blood throughout his body.

The essence blood that was about to break out was forcibly suppressed and refined.

Like surging lava being channeled into the Earth's core, the violent power was firmly restrained within his body.

No matter how fierce the suction was, it could no longer shake him in the slightest!

The man and the corpse fell into a breathtaking stalemate.

The Blood Corpse's claws were locked onto Ding Qing's arm, frantically driving its blood-siphoning Divine Ability.

Ding Qing's eyes were like lightning, his muscles bulging like iron, and the nine black veins flickered on his body, countering the invisible tearing force.

The violent power collided and wrestled silently between the two, and the rubble beneath their feet silently turned to powder under the invisible force field.

Amidst the raging wind in the tomb, Ding Qing's heavy, thunderous breathing could be heard.