Chapter 371 - 351: Stone Wall 4

Chapter 371: Chapter 351: Stone Wall 4

However, Chen Li’s feet seemed nailed to the snowy ground, showing no intention of moving. "This cave... could it be the Kao Mountain Wall?"

The words struck like a clap of thunder!

The tiger-faced man trembled violently. Even through his mask, one could sense the sudden turmoil in his aura and the sheer, incredulous horror that flashed in his eyes.

"You... What did you do to Wuji?!"

He could no longer maintain his composure and demanded harshly.

But Chen Li couldn’t be bothered to answer. He brought the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and, without warning, thrust them forward.

Vein-Severing Soul-Breaking Finger!

The tiger-faced man had never expected Chen Li to be so decisive. He let out a furious roar as the Inner Qi in his body erupted. His body shot backward like an arrow from a powerful bow as he simultaneously struck out with his palms, attempting to shatter the incoming Finger Strength with his Palm Force.

But how could Chen Li’s Finger Strength be so easily blocked?

The golden light seemed faint, yet it contained an unimaginable piercing and sealing power. It easily penetrated the hastily thrown-up Palm Wind, its momentum completely unchecked.

A chill shot through the tiger-faced man’s heart. He opened his mouth and let out a piercing shriek.

Before the shriek had even faded, the major acupoints all over his body were sealed. He crashed heavily into the thick snow, sending a great plume of powder flying. He couldn’t even move a single finger; only his eyes, wide and round, were filled with horror and resentment.

And just as the tiger-faced man fell.

"BOOM!"

A crimson Sword Gang of unparalleled ferocity erupted from the cave entrance.

It blasted away the snow piled at the entrance, stretching over a hundred feet long. Wrapped in a bone-chilling killing intent, it tore through the wind and snow, slashing violently down at Chen Li’s head.

Before the Sword Gang even arrived, a tragic killing intent, like that of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, washed over him, nearly suffocating him.

’Divine Intent?’

A flicker of surprise crossed Chen Li’s eyes.

Faced with this terrifying Sword Gang that seemed capable of cleaving mountains, he neither dodged nor drew a weapon. He simply took a single step forward and sent his right fist flying from his hip.

Five Directions Twenty-Four Solar Terms Wuxiang Fist!

There was no earth-shattering roar, no brilliant, dazzling light.

The punch was simple and unadorned, yet it seemed to contain the profound truth of the turning of seasons and the cycle of all creation and destruction.

Wherever the fist passed, the seemingly invincible crimson Sword Gang crumbled, inch by inch!

The Sword Gang dissipated, revealing a figure at the cave entrance—stooped, yet radiating a heaven-piercing killing intent.

He was a gaunt, skinny old man in his sixties or seventies with sparse, graying hair. He held a curved saber, its edge gleaming with a dark, blood-red light. Just by standing there, he looked like an Asura that had clawed its way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Behind him stood three other men, each wearing a different style of mask.

It was none other than the Seven Kills Ancestor.

And three of his Hall Masters.

At that moment, the savage grin on the Seven Kills Ancestor’s face was completely frozen, replaced by profound shock and disbelief.

’This man’s power... seems to be no less than my own!’

Shedding his contempt, he narrowed his sinister eyes and stared intently at Chen Li. "Who might you be?" he asked in a low voice. "What business do you have with the Seven Kills Association?"

Chen Li’s calm gaze fell upon the Seven Kills Ancestor. After sizing him up, he spoke. "Oh, nothing important. I just wanted to ask where the Seven Kills Association gets its Opium."

The Seven Kills Ancestor was stunned for a moment, then began to chuckle as if he’d heard something absurd. His laugh was hoarse. "I thought you held some kind of life-or-death grudge against my Seven Kills Association. But it turns out... it’s just for a small matter like this?"

He stopped laughing, his tone becoming casual. "That’s simple. The Court has been cracking down on Opium these past few years, so sales have been poor. We have quite a bit stockpiled in the warehouse. If you’re really interested in the business, I don’t mind transferring it to you."

Chen Li looked at him with a ghost of a smile. "You’re really willing to share your source?"

"Of course."

The Seven Kills Ancestor nodded readily. "The Opium business is a hot potato. If you’re willing to take it over, I’d be happy for the peace and quiet. If you show some True Intent, please, come inside to discuss the details. I’ve prepared some simple tea; we can chat over a drink."

But Chen Li remained rooted to the spot. "If this is a deal, we should be frank," he said coolly. "Please, bring out my two friends first."

"Friends?"

A sharp glint flashed in the Seven Kills Ancestor’s eyes. "They’re resting inside the cave. Why don’t you come in and rest for a moment? Once they awaken, you can all leave together."

Chen Li had no patience for more pointless talk. His figure flashed, vanishing as if by teleportation, and in the next instant, he reappeared just a few feet from the Seven Kills Ancestor.

This time, he held nothing back.

His right hand clenched empty air.

And a staff’s shadow, powerful enough to collapse the void itself, materialized in his grip.

Qiankun Ruyi Staff!

In the next moment, Chen Li leaped high into the air. He swung the long staff with both hands—no fancy flourishes, just the simplest, most direct, and most violent method—and brought it crashing down on the Seven Kills Ancestor’s head.

Grandmaster!

The black silhouette of the staff, seemingly capable of splitting heaven and earth, was reflected in the Seven Kills Ancestor’s eyes. A fear that sprang from the very depths of his soul instantly engulfed him.

"Wait! Have mercy! The Opium source... I’ll give it to you!"

He shrieked in terror, desperate to compromise, to trade everything for a chance at survival.

But in Chen Li’s eyes, there was only icy resolve.

Once this strike was unleashed, there was no taking it back!

"BOOM!!!"

The Qiankun Ruyi Staff descended, carrying with it an unstoppable might.

The Seven Kills Ancestor hastily raised his saber to block. The infamous Blood River Saber clashed violently with the Qiankun Ruyi Staff.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

The next second.

"CRACK!!!"

A crisp, heart-stopping crack echoed!

The Blood River Saber... had shattered!