Chapter 312 - 181: First Kill of a Refining Viscera Late Stage

Chapter 312: Chapter 181: First Kill of a Refining Viscera Late Stage

For example... if you show killing intent, I will kill you.

It was that simple.

Seeing this, Tian Guipu thought, ’This is bad.’

He lunged forward, his speed reaching its absolute peak.

In that instant, the fierce wind filled his clothes, making them billow and snap. Two shallow cracks spiderwebbed across the marble floor beneath his feet.

His right hand shot out, fingers curled like a talon. Wrapped in a ferocious palm momentum, it clawed ferociously toward Wan Ze’s head.

His goal was to grab Wan Ze’s head and force him to stop before he could kill Liu Chongyue.

Even a split-second delay would change the outcome.

However—

He was still a step too late.

Wan Ze, still holding Liu Chongyue, viciously smashed his head into the ground.

"BAM!"

The ground shook violently.

The force of that smash came from his entire body.

It started with a push from the soles of his feet, traveled through his knees, was amplified by the rotation of his waist and hips, channeled through the arch of his spine and the thrust of his shoulders, and finally converged in his arm, unleashing through his palm and into Liu Chongyue’s skull.

This blow was more vicious than any Fist Technique, for it wasn’t aimed at an opponent’s fist, but at their most vulnerable point.

Liu Chongyue’s face was a mask of terror. The last image reflected in his pupils was the floor rushing up to meet him.

And then, nothing.

The devastating impact shattered his cervical spine on the spot.

The bone supporting his skull snapped like a matchstick, letting out a faint "CRACK." His entire head lolled to the side at an unnatural angle.

The skull shattered.

Like a watermelon dropped on pavement, a mess of red, white, and gray matter splattered everywhere. ℯℯ𝘭.

Amidst the spray of blood, Liu Chongyue’s body went limp, like a boneless sack. He slipped from Wan Ze’s grasp and crumpled to the floor... His limbs still twitched—the last response from his nerve endings—but he was as dead as one could be.

"You...!!!"

Tian Guipu’s enraged roar exploded in the hall.

His hand froze in mid-air, fingers still poised to grab, but his fingertips were less than a foot from Wan Ze’s head.

That one-foot distance seemed like an uncrossable chasm.

He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed—Liu Chongyue dying right before his eyes.

’Wan Ze... he actually dared to kill someone right in front of me!’

Tian Guipu’s eyes bulged, pupils constricting violently as he stared at Wan Ze’s emotionless face.

"You... How dare you!"

His voice was trembling.

Tian Guipu was furious.

It was the fury of being scorned, challenged, and utterly disrespected.

He was Tian Guipu, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Divine Martial Society, a Martial Artist in the Refining Viscera Realm, a genius who had reached this level before the age of thirty.

In the Divine Martial Society, even the Elders addressed him respectfully as "Guipu."

In the entire Jiangnan Martial Dao Circle, the name "Tian Guipu" represented a certain identity, a certain status, an inviolable dignity.

And now, some young man from Dragon Eagle had killed his man right in front of him.

This was a slap in the face.

What’s more, it was a message, delivered in the most direct and merciless way possible: ’You, Tian Guipu, are nothing.’

Wan Ze, however, showed no hesitation in the face of Tian Guipu’s shock and fury.

He didn’t even glance at Liu Chongyue’s corpse. His gaze, sharp as lightning, shot past the fallen body and locked precisely onto Tian Guipu.

"I’ve been waiting for you to make a move!"

Before his voice had even faded, the ground beneath Wan Ze’s feet boomed.

Facing Tian Guipu, another expert of the Refining Viscera Realm, Wan Ze had no intention of stopping there.

He didn’t retreat. Instead, he surged forward to meet his opponent.

One step.

Another step.

Each step was heavy, leaving a clear footprint on the marble floor.

The force of his steps alone created the imprints.

The power transmitted from his soles to the floor made the entire marble slab tremble faintly.

Wan Ze’s intent was pure and simple: a fight to the death with any who dared to face him.

At that moment, his Dragon Eagle Secret Martial Arts erupted.

The power he had kept suppressed deep within his Dantian, beneath his Qi and Blood, under his very skin, exploded like an ignited powder keg.

"BOOM!"

A scorching, violent, almost incandescent momentum erupted from Wan Ze.

A faint red sheen appeared on his skin—the color of his Qi and Blood surging to their absolute peak.

His eyes now blazed with a terrifying light, as if two flames burned within them.

Only now had Wan Ze truly unleashed his power.

It was a power that would strike uncontrollable terror into the heart of any foe.

"Wan Ze, you’re courting death! I will grant you that wish!"

Tian Guipu’s roar was so powerful it made the crystal chandelier in the hall tremble.

His muscles and bones moved as one, and the Power hidden beneath his skin erupted completely.

A Refining Viscera Cultivation wasn’t achieved through words. It was earned through more than a decade of grinding away, day after day—polishing bone and sinew, undergoing Qi and Blood Refining, and practicing Secret Martial Arts.

Every muscle, every tendon, every bone in Tian Guipu’s body was mobilized. All his Power surged wildly, like a vicious dragon unleashed from its chains.

Tie Qingyang, who had been staring intently at the duel, couldn’t help but cry out in alarm the moment Tian Guipu unleashed his full momentum...

"He’s actually... in the Refining Viscera Late Stage!"

Tie Qingyang’s voice was laced with bone-chilling horror.

Tian Guipu was too young.

A man in his late twenties who had reached the Refining Viscera Late Stage... In the entire Jiangnan Martial Dao Circle, he was a top-tier genius.