Chapter 173 An Immortal Touches My Head, A Single Inch of Force Opens the Heavenly Spirit

Screech!

A sharp screech suddenly rang out from high in the sky. A drifting white cloud was smashed to pieces as two massive black wings streaked across the air.

Leaving a trail of putrid stench in their wake.

Sunlight reflected off Ji Guiying's shiny bald head, and the cold wind blew away his cold sweat.

"Damn you, Yan Chu!"

Ji Guiying gritted his teeth, feeling both hatred and fear.

He kept circulating his True Qi and Divine Sense to grind away the remnant Saber Qi at his severed hand.

Tiny bits of granulation tissue were slowly wriggling, trying to regrow the severed hand, which would take at least half a year.

This period would undoubtedly have a massive impact on his combat prowess.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

His two wings, condensed from True Qi, fanned up wild winds, crossing vast mountain forests and rivers. In just a moment, he had reached the edge of Tianshui Prefecture and was about to arrive at Mang Prefecture.

Fortunately, he had seen the situation was bad and ran fast!

Given the ruthlessness Yan Chu had displayed, it was hard to say if the Southern Sky Sword Elder and his companion could escape.

They had the biggest feud with Yan Chu, so it was perfect that they would attract Yan Chu's fire first.

As for the Bei Liangcai who was left behind...

As a Supreme Grandmaster, surely Yan Chu wouldn't bully the weak?

If Liangcai was truly unfortunate enough to die at Yan Chu's hands, then that was his fate.

After all, when I, Old Ji, go out to make a living, I mainly rely on five things, and betraying brothers is one of them...

My own sworn brother even takes care of my wife...

Just as Ji Guiying was fleeing for his life, a loud boom echoed in the distance. A figure broke through the clouds, riding the wind.

"What?!"

Ji Guiying looked back, so terrified that his soul nearly left his body.

He saw Yan Chu surrounded by swirling cyclones, using the high-altitude winds to traverse the air rapidly. He was not much slower than his True Qi wings.

"Yan Chu! Do you really intend to kill me off entirely?!"

Ji Guiying gritted his teeth in hatred.

Why are you chasing me instead of killing the Southern Sky Sword Elder?

"Don't run! I quite like your bald head. Let me use a move on you: Immortal Strokes the Crown!"

"Damn it!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ji Guiying's expression was grim. He unleashed his True Qi, and his wings flapped faster and more urgently, his speed increasing abruptly.

"Hmph! Do you think you can run?"

Yan Chu snorted coldly, a small knife appearing in his hand.

Swish!

The flying dagger shot through the air, turning into a streak of cold light. The powerful Saber Intent caused ripples in the air.

"Ah!"

Ji Guiying, in the midst of high-speed flight, let out a miserable scream. A blood hole appeared in his chest, piercing straight through, and a large spray of blood scattered in mid-air.

His speed was greatly affected as a result.

"Yan Chu! Don't go too far!"

The continuous heavy injuries on his body ignited Ji Guiying's ferocity, his falcon-like eyes revealing the bloodlust of a bird of prey.

He turned his body around, staring fixedly at Yan Chu.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

While in mid-air, he retreated frantically, his two wings flapping repeatedly as feathers condensed from True Qi shot toward Yan Chu.

"Mere tricks!"

Clouds gathered at Yan Chu's palms, and he unleashed a palm strike with the force of an overturning mountain and a draining sea, striking from hundreds of meters away.

Boom!

The palm force surged forward, and Ji Guiying's techniques were obliterated like dry wood under this palm. A mass of blood mixed with exploding True Qi feathers drifted in the high sky.

"Ah!!! Yan Chu, I'll f*** you..."

Ji Guiying cursed loudly, screaming as he fell from ten thousand meters high. With a loud boom, he crashed into the cliff face of a large mountain. The mountain rumbled and shook, startling countless birds, and countless rocks rolled down from the peak, raising dust dozens of meters high.

"Urgh, ah..."

Falling from such a height, even though Ji Guiying was a Supreme Grandmaster, his bones and muscles were in agonizing pain.

Added to the injuries from just a moment ago, there wasn't a single place on his body that didn't hurt.

Now, did he have even a shred of the demeanor of a Supreme Grandmaster? He was like a stray dog.

He had been chased and hunted by Yan Chu until he had no temper left.

Swish!

Just as he crawled up from the ground, suddenly, a tall, dark shadow was already standing in front of him.

Looking down from above, it gazed at him coldly.

Ji Guiying looked up, his face deathly pale.

"Great Hero Yan, spare me!!"

"Killing me won't do you any good!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Yan Chu grinned, pressing his palm onto his bald head. It felt smooth and slippery, bright enough to see one's reflection in.

No wonder a while ago, he had seen this fellow Ji Guiying constantly rubbing his own bald head.

It was indeed a bit addictive.

Ji Guiying, a dignified Supreme Grandmaster, was having his bald head rubbed by Yan Chu in an almost humiliating manner, yet he dared not move.

This same hand had just crushed his opponent, the one known as the "Northern Land Divine Fist," Meng Feixing, not long ago. Killing him likely wouldn't require a second hand.

"Great Hero Yan, you listen to me, my First Uprising Gang... Bang!"

Before the words could finish, Yan Chu's palm energy surged, and Ji Guiying's head was smashed to pieces like a watermelon.

Immortal strokes my crown, Inch Power opens the Heavenly Spirit!

[Killed First Uprising Gang Supreme Grandmaster, extremely satisfying, EXP + 50000]

"Who said killing you wouldn't do me any good?"

Yan Chu shook his head and smiled coldly.

Suddenly, his expression shifted.

He pressed his palm down, and Ji Guiying's headless corpse was crushed into a meat patty by the palm force. A golden page floated out from the inside of his clothes, which Yan Chu caught in his hand.

"Eagle Wing Divine Art?"

Seeing the name on the page, Yan Chu was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected an unexpected harvest this time.

This must be that martial art of Ji Guiying's that allowed True Qi to turn into wings, right?

To be honest, based on Yan Chu's speed, he shouldn't have been able to catch Ji Guiying.

Unfortunately, he was severely injured, with most of his True Qi being used to grind away the remnant Saber Qi in his wounds, and later he was hit by the Little Lis Flying Dagger.

Under such circumstances, he naturally couldn't escape Yan Chu's clutches.

In the end, he could only obediently await his execution.

Glancing roughly through the content of the Cultivation Technique, Yan Chu couldn't help but nod.

This Cultivation Technique had unique aspects in the application of wind-attribute True Qi, focusing on refining the lightness of True Qi, capable of gathering True Qi into wings to fly in the high sky like a goshawk.

It could also turn into countless wind blades to kill enemies, making it a powerful martial art that combined movement and attack.

It was much more profound than the Wind God Leg in its application of wind force.

The "Nine Heavens" in Ji Guiying's nickname, "Nine Heavens Vulture," came from this Cultivation Technique.

Yan Chu put the page into his inventory.

He would find time to Cultivate this martial art; when the time came, it could complement the Wind God Leg and greatly increase his speed.

Moreover, it could also be placed in the World Society Scripture Pavilion to reward subordinates who performed meritorious service.

As the World Society's influence grew day by day, there was still some deficiency in high-level Cultivation Techniques.

In the future, he would need to pay more attention and collect some high-level Cultivation Techniques.

Sweeping with his Divine Sense once more to confirm there was nothing else valuable on Ji Guiying's corpse, Yan Chu took to the air again, riding the breeze as he returned the way he came.

...

"Tong Zhiyuan! If you block me again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Above the Yang River, two figures flashed and shifted, with almost only afterimages visible in the high sky.

The Southern Sky Sword Elder's tone was filled with exasperation.

Although he was over a hundred years old and only twenty or thirty years away from his Lifespan limit, who would want to die if they could live?

Thinking of Yan Chu's techniques just now, even with his state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

Tong Zhiyuan said nothing.

He did not engage the Southern Sky Sword Elder, but kept pointing out with the Judge's Pen in his hand, cutting off the other's escape route.