Black blood seeping from the gaps in Ye Wuji's fingernails wound into tiny, snake-like trails along his wrists, staining his dark robes with a gruesome pattern. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his aura, which had been like an abyss, suddenly flared, only to deflate as rapidly as a punctured balloon—the backlash from the shattering of the Spirit-Suppressing Bead was devouring the foundations of his Peak Gang-Transforming Realm.
"Brats!" he suddenly roared, slamming his right hand fiercely against the ground. The Blue Stone Slab cracked in response, and a wave of black surf wrapped in a foul-smelling bloody mist surged into the sky, heading straight for Ye Fan's face. Mo Liusu's Hanyuan Sword intercepted them, its hum sounding like weeping as it cleaved the black wave in two, but the old swordsman's tiger's mouth had already burst open, droplets of blood trickling down the hilt.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Ye Fan lunged forward, the spiritual qi within his Inner World churning like a living thing. The memories of his past life as a mighty practitioner in the Inquiry Realm suddenly cleared—when he was backstabbed in the past, it was just such a desperate situation, but this time, he had his Inner World and the resonance of the Heavenly Dao. Flexing his fingers, a strand of cyan qi wrapped around the seventh form of the *Qinglan Nine Transformations* deduced by his Inner World, piercing straight for Ye Wuji's Shanzhong acupoint.
Chapter 348