Chapter 1709 - 310:

Li Zhiyuan began to respond:

"You want to kill me."

"Do you know what sort of person you are protecting?"

"You want to kill me."

"Do you know the consequences of being a tiger's accomplice?"

"You want to kill me."

"You still have many good years ahead. You should clear your mind and take a stand on the Righteous Path, so when you walk the Jianghu in the future, you will receive the protection of Heaven, and not waste your natural talents."

"You want to kill me."

The woman's eyes began to fill with blood. She finally understood and asked in a suppressed voice:

"You did it on purpose?"

An Array Master, even before acting, pretended to be the anxious and uneasy bastard.

The transformation began when she struck out at him.

At that time, she was wholly focused on Second Master Zhao on the second floor, who was intending to commit an indecent act with the female corpse.

Towards this reckless child walking straight at her, she harbored a mindset of killing him, since he was merely a bastard of the Zhao family.

This wave of the Heavenly Dao made them dig up the roots of Jiujiang Zhao, where every person with the Zhao surname, in their eyes, killing one was a merit; as for the bastards... even mosquito legs are meat.

Li Zhiyuan calmly said:

"I gave you a chance; it was your own choice."

The young man was waiting for the woman's companions to take action, but so far, her comrades had not appeared.

The kite in the sky continued to hover, the one hiding within the distant buildings remained concealed, and those in the outer storm had not erupted out.

This indicated the woman had predicted his upcoming actions.

And his next move would likely face the woman's counterattack.

Yet this move, he must carry out.

If the rhythm isn't drawn out, subsequent developments are impossible, and his goal cannot be achieved.

The young man's right palm had blood coagulating into array patterns, as he made a move towards the woman's forehead.

"Smack!"

The palm stuck to the woman's forehead and then moved upward.

Li Zhiyuan aimed to extract the blood sea porcelain from within the woman.

The woman's eyes rolled up, revealing the whites while a damaged moan emerged from her throat, her body involuntarily rising upward.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack!"

Suddenly, the woman's limbs rotated, her hands under the Immortal Skirt retracted, transforming into feet, and when her feet emerged from the skirt's bottom once more, they transformed into hands.

Her "hands" gripped the young man's ankles.

This was her utmost maneuver allowed under the suppressive force of backlash.

Following this, her head turned like a glass sphere, and the young man's hand felt slippery; the forehead sticking to his palm had morphed into the woman's mouth.

Her mouth cracked open on both sides, all her teeth fell out, yet they didn't drop into her throat but lodged onto her tongue, forming sharp new fangs on both sides.

Finally, the tongue stretched out to a length unimaginable for any normal human, wrapped around the young man's wrist, and began to gnaw.

If Li Zhiyuan hadn't quickly condensed Karmic Fire on his palm to obstruct, the tongue would continue curving upward along his wrist, wrapping around his neck to tear at his head.

Blood continuously dripped from Li Zhiyuan's hand, gathering into a puddle on the ground.

Despite looking at his injured wrist, the young man's gaze remained calm.

These were truly formidable figures of On the River; even in complete disadvantage, they still sought to struggle for reversal.

Engaging with such opponents indeed brings a satisfying sense.

It compensated for the regret the Cat Woman from the Yu Family previously brought the young man.

The river surface held thrilling spectacles, along with interesting matters and people.

The woman's eyes were filled with fierceness, although the Karmic Fire suddenly released by the young man turned her intended kill into a mere injure, she was convinced of her eventual victory through continued stalemate.

Here was the discovery she made; the young man hadn't practiced martial arts.

His skin, his blood, his bones bore no traces of honing.

Was he waiting for his body to mature?

Intended the most perfect approach, refining body to start your Zou Jiang?

The woman genuinely expressed a deep understanding in her heart: a child with such absurd talent, if not able to embark on Zou Jiang in the most perfect way would be such a pity even for mere observers.

Unfortunately, this young talent would fall by her hands.

Child, your talent ultimately falls short against On the River's trials!

Li Zhiyuan estimated that it would take about a minute for his wrist to be wasted, allowing her to further bite upward.

Gazing at the completely split open bloody mouth, Li Zhiyuan freed his left hand to retrieve a wordless book.

His fingers released, letting the wordless book drop straight into the small blood puddle he just amassed.

The evil book inside, as if encountering a downpour after prolonged drought, began to voraciously absorb.

It knew it had no choice but to absorb before it was too late, for each time this young man handed it a sweet jujube, he demanded an entire jujube tree in return.

The dripping blood wasn't wasted, swiftly consumed dry by the evil book.

The young man made a downward grasping motion with his left hand, causing the evil book to fly back and land into his palm.

Sliding his fingertips, he unlocked the restriction before gently tossing the evil book... which descended into the woman's mouth.

The woman's eyes snapped wide open, perceiving a terrible imminent danger.

Indeed, this was so.

Li Zhiyuan had long known that the woman's flesh and this blood sea porcelain were highly integrated; hence extracting the blood sea porcelain from her body hadn't been achieved, and his energy and effort expenditure were enormously high.