380 Illusion Realm Fist!

The once green leaves withered and fell, disintegrating into dust mid-air. The tree trunk lost its vitality and gradually faded away.

“Grow,” Qin Huai murmured.

Without making a move, the withered trees before him once again shone with life, restoring themselves even stronger than before.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. The trees stood tall and vibrant, neither withered nor robust. It was as if nothing had transpired.

“My punch can directly imbue the target with the environment I create,” Qin Huai mused to himself.

Within the illusion realm, he held sway over life and death. However, the adversary wouldn’t truly perish. His move was a spiritual assault, targeting the opponent’s soul directly.

If the adversary failed to break free, they would succumb to old age within the illusion realm Qin Huai created, or they would fall to his next strike.

“I’ll name it the illusion realm fist,” Qin Huai decided, observing the trees before him. The effectiveness of this move was most apparent when used against living beings.

“If I can use the ancient azure illusion scripture to manifest a living entity, I should be capable of crafting a world akin to the Azure Dragon Pass… In such a case, it wouldn’t be a mere immobilizing technique, but a direct obliteration of the soul,” Qin Huai pondered.

Whether it was the illusion realm fist, with its immobilizing effect, or the move he would glean from the ancient azure illusion scripture in the future, both of them bypassed the opponent’s physical attacks and treasured weapons. If implemented in actual combat, the results would undoubtedly be astonishing.

Such capabilities were not beyond his reach. He had a feeling that once he cultivated the ancient azure illusion scripture to the fifth-level bone pattern realm, he could accomplish this. Creating a bronze world in the illusion realm wasn’t an impossible feat.

The following half month passed quietly. The demise of the Jiang brothers went largely uninvestigated. Even the Earth Tiger Gang, their allies, raised no questions. The tension within the array did not dissipate, however. Everyone endured a silent half month.

Yang Tianhan didn’t seek him out again. Everyone remained within their territories, quietly focusing on cultivation.

Qin Huai was no different. Not one for trouble, he continued cultivating the blood heart technique and the clasping vitality and defending one technique in seclusion.

One morning, Qin Huai sensed something peculiar. He slowly opened his eyes, finding his surroundings unfamiliar. It was no longer the place where he cultivated. A quick check revealed no change in his physique.

“The power of the bronze realm is truly enigmatic. Even with the ancient azure illusion scripture cultivated to the bone pattern realm, I can’t discern any anomalies,” Qin Huai mused. He executed the four-directional tiger-wolf technique, causing his blood to surge.

The divine power book of a thousand creations, the blood heart technique, and the wind breath technique were still accessible.

Qin Huai abandoned the four-directional tiger-wolf technique, his eyes gradually glowing white. The dragon king’s qi also followed the meridians and merged with his blood, qi, and muscles.

Having reached two full patterns, Qin Huai could force his blood to boil, mimicking the boiling blood effect of the four-directional tiger-wolf technique, leading to the completion of his dragon king form. The power was slightly weaker, however.

The light in Qin Huai’s eyes dimmed. Observing his surroundings, he couldn’t discern the border within this vast, unfamiliar terrain. He had no choice but to take a gamble, choosing a random direction and darting forth.

After covering a mile, Qin Huai’s body abruptly sank. Two formidable forces collided within the forest, whipping up a gust that swayed the treetops, causing them to rustle like golden spears.

Qin Huai slowed his pace, approaching stealthily. He spotted two groups standing on a slight incline, observing each other from a distance.

To the far left were six individuals garbed in loose white robes. The man at the forefront, possessing long hair and a nonchalant gaze, seemed to be their leader.

On the right were a total of sixteen people, dressed in various outfits and of diverse ages. The man leading them emanated a deadly aura. He was bald and wore a vibrant red robe. His slender, three-meter-tall body was adorned with red eyebrows, giving him the appearance of an enraged lion rather than an evil creature.

This was Thunderbolt Gang’s Hua Yanli. Qin Huai recognized him instantly. The group behind him seemed to comprise itinerant cultivators and geniuses from small sects.

The surrounding temperature surged rapidly as flames enveloped Hua Yanli, seemingly elevating him.

“The Cloud Kirin of the White Cloud sect, known as Yun Qi, is rumored to have dreamt of a Kirin at birth and endowed with the innate king’s force. I wonder if it’s true?” Hua Yanli spat out flames as he spoke, his intent to fight palpable.

“You’ll learn the truth soon enough,” Yun Qi yawned, revealing his fair skin. His relaxed gaze held a sense of indifference.

“Don’t equate your king’s force with our young sect master’s. You’d only embarrass yourself,” a young girl standing in front of Yun Qi retorted coldly before charging at Hua Yanli. She seemed to be lightly treading on air, like walking on clouds and mist.

“Is my boss someone you, a mere girl, can defeat?” a burly man behind Hua Yanli bellowed like thunder.

He stomped his foot, causing the slope to crack. Everyone scattered in all directions to dodge the flying debris.

In an instant, the burly man was airborne. He swung a colossal iron hammer, creating a whirlwind that resembled thunder. As the girl launched her punch, rain cascaded from the clouds, transforming into a barrage of ice blades.

A fog followed the ice rain, shrouding the girl and quickly enveloping the burly man. The man wildly danced his hammer, dispersing the surrounding fog. The ice rain clashed against his giant hammer’s iron wall, causing a continuous uproar.

Suddenly, the hammer halted, then brutally came crashing down. The immense force caused the girl to reveal herself and descend from the sky along with the burly man. Seizing the opportunity, the ice rain penetrated the burly man’s rugged skin. Blood spurted everywhere.

Boom!

The hammer hit the ground, causing it to shatter like a mosaic and launch debris several meters high.

Centered around the burly man, the elevation gradually reduced, forming a hill-like structure. The aftershock mirrored a tidal wave.

Blood gushed out in sync with the vibrations. With another earthquake, the burly man swung his iron hammer and smote it down. However, a dense fog suddenly arose, encapsulating the two of them. Only endless rumbling echoed.

The two fully engrossed fourth-level masters were considerably more powerful than the Jiang brothers, who Qin Huai had slain. He stood in the forest, reaping the benefits of their battle while accumulating experience.

The next moment, the clouds dispersed and the formidable energy within their bodies vanished instantly without leaving a trace. Qin Huai also noticed that, aside from the ancient azure illusion force, all the bone patterns had become dull and lackluster.