Chapter 890 - 721: The Lost Lineage

In the sky ahead of Lou Yi, a giant glazed treasure bottle suddenly appeared.

The bottle body was semi-transparent and dazzlingly bright, instantly engulfing the Great Demon Anran.

Anran, due to his severely weakened power, had dulled senses and unexpectedly fell into the trap, unable to break free immediately.

Lou Yi looked at this treasure bottle, feeling extremely shocked.

As a martial artist, he could clearly sense that the glazed treasure bottle ahead was a novel martial art technique he had never seen or even heard of.

Could there be such powerful martial artists in this world?

Is there a complete martial arts heritage here?

The coming person clearly was a friend, not an enemy, and Lou Yi did not want to miss the good opportunity to crush the enemy.

The Grandmaster Realm activated, allowing him to fly forward at a high speed without using any external force, nearly transforming into a black lightning bolt.

"Roar!!!"

Seeing Lou Yi rapidly approaching, the trapped Great Demon Anran inside the semi-transparent treasure bottle became anxious.

The mighty silver demonic power surged, his body rapidly expanded and grew, filling the entire bottle in an instant.

"Break for grandpa!"

His life hanging by a thread, Anran became manic and frenzied.

He used a desperate final trump card, unleashing an aura nearing his peak period.

The semi-transparent perfection treasure bottle couldn’t sustain, with the surface being covered by numerous spider web-like cracks, finally exploding into countless colorful light and shadows.

"Uh..."

A painful groan suddenly reached Lou Yi’s ears.

He did not have time to think more, swiftly moved to Anran’s side, and decisively punched.

"Heaven Shaking!"

The power-type divine techniques fully erupted, the qi-blood burning at all costs, significantly enhancing the penetration and destructive power of Lou Yi’s fist, approaching the level of laws.

’Bang Bang Bang!’

’Bang Bang Bang!’

They once again engaged in close combat, the most primitive and violent confrontation, with no fancy moves.

To prevent Anran from escaping again, Lou Yi almost used a life-or-death fighting style, trading injuries.

Ignoring the claws Anran swung at him, recklessly aiming at his opponent’s neck and head.

In the void, a huge amount of lightning, sparks, and whirlwinds generated, purple, yellow, white, black, red, depicting an apocalyptic scene.

The battle was very brutal; after only hundreds of breaths of exchanging blows, neither had a single intact spot on their body.

Bleeding wounds, falling flesh, splattering blood, exposed white bones, black and red organ fragments...

Unicorn Ant Anran’s silver horn was completely broken, his head drooped, barely hanging on to his neck, it could fall off any moment.

Of the dozen ant limbs on his body, only two remained intact, and most of the dozens of compound eyes were blinded.

Lou Yi’s chest had a gaping hole, as large as a watermelon.

Inside it, destructive law power was causing damage, preventing easy healing, with shattered organs and half of his face caved in.

"Why aren’t you dead yet!" Anran was truly frightened, his heart cold.

Typically, at the level of a Great Demon or Master, their life force undergoes a massive leap, with virtually no fatal weaknesses, able to recover instantly from even severe injuries.

However, this second realm warrior opposite him had life force more tenacious than his own, staying vigorous despite utterly destroyed internal organs.

Anran himself was only hanging on by sheer will and demonic power, nearly unable to hold on.

"Run!"

Unable to fight, unable to endure, Anran could only turn to flee.

"Body Transformation!"

How could Lou Yi allow him to escape?

He transformed into a stunning red light, delivering a deadly strike to Anran’s back, causing his head to plummet from high above.

Anran’s body completely exploded, turning into a rain of flesh and blood.

Unexpectedly, a red light flew out from within his flesh, as fast as lightning.

Lou Yi did not react in time and watched as it gained a considerable distance.

"Evil demon, you cannot escape!"

An aged voice abruptly sounded in the air, followed by a glazed treasure bottle, full of cracks, reappearing, precisely blocking ahead of the red light.

"Get out!!!"

The red light, alarmed and angry, could only crash into it, breaking half of the treasure bottle.

But its speed was unavoidable slowed down, getting caught up by Lou Yi who struck it with a Heaven Shaking Fist, causing it to explode.

The Great Demon Anran finally truly fell at this moment!

In one day, two powerful fighters of the Third Realm died at Lou Yi’s hands, each capable of establishing their own sect.

If this news were to reach the Main World, it would surely shock the masses.

To defeat two Third Realm fighters with Second Realm capabilities is an unprecedented feat, even difficult to find in ancient texts.

However, the event occurred on a mysterious continent amidst the void currents, so the news naturally couldn’t spread.

Lou Yi ignored the new notifications appearing on the Attribute Panel as he flew like a supersonic aircraft towards the source of the sound.

On a clearing in the dense forest slightly over ten miles away, an elder with white hair, dressed in a large blue-gray robe, sat cross-legged on the ground, looking distressed as Lou Yi approached.

His face was ghastly pale, blood seeped from his mouth, and his eyes were yellow and dim, evidently having suffered grave injuries while twice intercepting Anran.

"Thank you, elder, for your help!" Lou Yi clasped his fists in gratitude.

"No need to thank me, such Outer Evil Demons should be exterminated by everyone." The elder sighed, "You also don’t need to call me elder.

On the True Profound Continent, power is respected above all, your strength surpasses mine... Ugh..."

As the elder spoke, he spat out a mouthful of black-red blood and fell straight down.

Lou Yi naturally couldn’t just watch him fall; he quickly flew to the elder and firmly supported him.

Fortunately, though the elder looked unwell, his breathing was stable.

Still uneasy, Lou Yi’s fingers exuded a trace of black mist, which flexibly seeped into the elder’s body to inspect.

"Oh?"

The more he observed, the more his expression grew serious.

The elder’s veins and bones were extremely resilient, and in terms of physical robustness, not much different from Lou Yi himself.

But many bones were fractured, organs severely weakened, even the Dantian was torn, causing irreparable damage.

This led to his Blood Qi being unable to concentrate, or rather, accumulating much less Blood Qi than normal.

In other words, his overall strength was far reduced from his peak.

"Such serious injuries, such stubborn ailments..." Lou Yi shook his head in sympathy.

He thought for a moment, then took out several porcelain bottles from the Storage Bag, all filled with Healing Holy Medicine, which should be quite effective.

However, just as he was about to act, he heard sharp whistling sounds nearby.

Seven figures rapidly approached, all men dressed in dark-colored garb.

On the front of their attire was embroidered a turquoise Jade Bottle.

Some were empty-handed, some carried bows, but all of them had strong builds and formidable Qi-Blood, appearing to be mostly between twenty to forty years old.

Seeing Lou Yi’s hand on the unconscious, pale-faced elder, they were shocked and then angered.

"Wicked scoundrel, how dare you harm our master!"

"Get away!"

In an instant, thick beams of Blood Qi red light or sharp silver arrows shot towards Lou Yi.

Lou Yi, helplessly, released a black mist of Qi-Blood from within, forming a simple fog barrier ahead.

Though thin, its hardness was astounding and blocked all attacks entirely.

"Everyone, I am an ally, not an enemy of the elder," Lou Yi explained loudly.

Seeing Lou Yi effortlessly nullify their attacks, the Martial Artists’ expressions became somewhat hesitant, clearly intimidated by his strength.

"Then why is our master unconscious?" demanded the leading burly man.

He appeared to be in his thirties, with thick eyebrows, eyes sharp as an eagle, nearly shaved head.

Only a tuft remained beside each ear, and a circle of grey-white animal bones hung around his neck, looking quite fierce.

His strength also surpassed the other six by a wide margin, the sound of robust Qi-Blood within him akin to a large waterfall crashing down.

"He helped me fend off an Outer Evil Demon and got injured." Knowing these men were the elder’s disciples, Lou Yi patiently explained.

"Ridiculous! Outer Evil Demons might not appear for decades, and you just happened upon one?" the burly man sneered.

"Senior brother, I think this kid is just smooth-talking.

Don’t listen to his nonsense, let’s all capture him!" said another impatient Martial Artist.

"Indeed, he might just be stalling for time, waiting for reinforcements.

His Qi-Blood forms black mist, clearly indicating he’s practiced the Lion Seal; only their branch’s Qi-Blood turns into this."

This suggestion made everyone present turn serious.

Lou Yi felt a mix of amusement and frustration, unexpectedly finding the resemblance of his Qi-Blood black mist to a local school’s style.

As the seven men renewed their hostile intent, ready to attack him.

Lou Yi frowned, unwilling to just take hits without fighting back, deciding he would subdue them first and speak later.

"Stop!"

At a critical moment, a clear, crisp young girl’s voice rang out, causing everyone to halt.

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