Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple
"If I kill all of you here, what kind of impact will it have on the Corpse Sect?"
When Ning Yue said this, the Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple's face instantly darkened.
The Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple was furious. It turned out that Ning Yue was not fooled at all.
Crack crack!
The Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple said coldly, "Since you want to die, don't blame me!"
As soon as he said that, the Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple took a step back, opened his mouth, and spat out a drop of blood.
Chi chi!
Yuan Qi wrapped around his fingertips, and the Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple instantly burned his blood essence.
Whoosh!
After burning his blood essence, the Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple recovered from the peak of the Primal Core stage to the early stage of the Yin-Yang stage!
"Burning my blood essence to increase my strength?"
The Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple's action made Ning Yue's heart skip a beat. He vaguely felt that something was wrong.
As a peak ninth-grade alchemist in his previous life, Ning Yue naturally knew how to burn his blood essence to increase his strength.
However, this method was very damaging to the body. At best, one's cultivation would drop by a level, and at worst, one would turn into a fool!
Therefore, even if Ning Yue knew this method, he would not use it unless he had no other choice.
Ning Yue did not expect the Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple to be so cruel to himself. He had already started burning his blood essence before he was at his wit's end.
"Hong Mo, go deal with the Hall Master of the Alchemy Temple and leave this old man to me!"
After taking a deep breath, Ning Yue said to Hong Mo, "You must do your best and kill them at all costs!"
"Understood." Hong Mo knew the seriousness of the problem. Therefore, as soon as Ning Yue's voice fell, he immediately rushed towards the Hall Master of the Alchemy Temple with the Red Demon Sword in his hand.
"To be able to die in my hands today is the fortune you've accumulated over eight lifetimes!"
The Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple did not stop Hong Mo. Instead, he walked towards Ning Yue step by step.
After his strength had increased to the early stage of the Yin-Yang stage, the Hall Master of the Combat Force Temple felt that killing Ning Yue would be as easy as flipping his hand!
"Underworld Dominating Palm!"
Facing the approaching Martial Force Temple Master, Ning Yue flicked his wrist and sent out a palm imprint.
The Netherworld Dominating Palm was the fourth style of the Netherworld Samsara Palm. Its power was much weaker than the Revolving Palm.
The reason why Ning Yue didn't use the Rotating Wheel Palm was because he wanted to test the strength of the Martial Hall Master and see how much he had recovered.
Crack!
However, when the Underworld Dominating Palm arrived before the Martial Force Hall Master, it seemed to have hit some sort of barrier as it shattered.
The sudden change caused Ning Yue's pupils to constrict slightly, and he revealed an expression of disbelief.
Although the might of the Underworld Tyrant Palm was inferior to the Netherworld Samsara Palm, it was still very strong. Now, even the Martial Hall Master couldn't get close to him. Could it be that the Martial Hall Master had recovered to his peak state?
Thinking of this, Ning Yue's heart sank to the bottom.
If the Martial Force Hall Master recovered to his peak state, then he would be in grave danger today!
"Ning Yue, the Martial Force Hall Master hasn't recovered to his peak state yet. Right now, he's at the Yin-Yang Initial Stage, and he can only maintain it for an hour! After an hour, his strength will drop to the freezing point! "
At this moment, Xun Jianwen's voice sounded in Ning Yue's mind.
Hearing this, Ning Yue was stunned at first, but he quickly said, "Xun Jianwen, how did you know?"
"Don't forget, my Soul Force has reached the peak of the seventh grade. Among the martial artists here, apart from the Alchemist Hall Master, my Soul Force is the strongest!" Xun Jianwen said proudly.
In fact, before telling Ning Yue this news, Xun Jianwen had made a huge mental struggle.
Once he told Ning Yue the weakness of the Martial Force Hall Master, it would mean that he would completely cut off all ties with the Corpse Yin Sect and follow Ning Yue wholeheartedly!
However, he had no other choice now because he was being controlled by Ning Yue. If Ning Yue was defeated and died, he would also die.
Rather than dying with Ning Yue, he might as well take a gamble and bet that Ning Yue could defeat the Martial Force Hall Master and the others!
"One hour huh …"
Ning Yue's eyes narrowed and he muttered, "Although the Martial Force Hall Master has only recovered to the early stage of the Yin-Yang Stage, his perception and combat experience are very strong. With my current cultivation, it will be difficult for me to last for an hour."
Ning Yue knew his own strength. He could easily kill an early stage Yin-Yang Stage martial artist.
However, the Martial Force Hall Master was different from ordinary Yin-Yang Stage martial artists. Three early stage Yin-Yang Stage martial artists might not be a match for the Martial Force Hall Master.
"Next, I will let you know what cruelty is!"
With a cold expression, the Martial Force Hall Master rose from the ground and his body turned into a shadow. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Ning Yue.
In the next instant, the Martial Force Hall Master's right hand brought with it a violent Yuan Qi gale and fiercely punched at Ning Yue's chest!
This attack was very powerful. If Ning Yue was unlucky enough to be hit, he would be crippled even if he did not die.
At this critical moment, Ning Yue hurriedly poured the Yuan Qi in his sea of consciousness into his palm. Then, he punched out and collided with the Martial Force Hall Master's fist.
Kacha!
When the two fists collided, there was a crisp sound. Then, both Ning Yue and the Martial Force Hall Master retreated several steps.
The Martial Force Hall Master retreated three steps before stabilizing himself. As for Ning Yue, he retreated ten steps before stabilizing himself.
With this exchange, it was clear who had the upper hand!
"Haha, Ning Yue, I will give you one more chance. Surrender, and I will not kill you." After the exchange, the Martial Force Hall Master's lips curled up into a smile.
"Hmph! You want me to surrender? Let's see if you have the ability to do so! "Ning Yue snorted coldly.
"Do I have the ability to do so?"
The Martial Force Hall Master pointed at his nose and laughed sinisterly. "If I'm not wrong, the bones in your right hand should be broken, right? Right now, you can only display eighty percent of your peak combat strength at best.
"You were not my match even at your peak. What do you have to fight me now?"
"Are you that confident?" Swinging his slightly swollen right hand, Ning Yue said indifferently, "Although your fist is very hard, it is still not enough to break the bones in my right hand."
Ning Yue was an alchemist. That crisp crack just now had only dislocated his right hand. It had not broken the bones in his right hand.
As long as the dislocation of a bone was corrected, it would not affect a True Martial Realm martial artist much.
"On the other hand, you …"
Ning Yue stared at the Martial Force Hall Master and smiled faintly. "Burning your blood essence only allowed you to recover to the early stage of the Yin-Yang Realm. I have to say, this is a kind of tragedy."
"That's right." Suddenly, Ning Yue said, "It has been five minutes since you burned your blood essence. You still have fifty-five minutes."
"What!?"
Hearing Ning Yue's words, the Martial Force Hall Master's expression changed drastically. He could no longer remain calm.
He did not understand how Ning Yue knew that the secret technique he used could only last for one hour.
After all, even in the Corpse Yin Sect, only a few people knew about the secret technique he used.
"Ah!"
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