I Can Merge Techniques

The mockery in the two Warlocks’ eyes deepened. With a slight turn of their bodies, they easily dodged the flying boulder, assuming Chu Fan had exhausted his tricks and was only making a desperate last stand.

However, in the very instant the boulder scraped past them—

Chu Fan moved!

Like a distorted specter, he shot forward, hugging the ground at extreme speed and aiming straight for the Warlock on the right.

He was so fast that he left only a faint Residual Image in his wake, making his trajectory impossible to follow!

"Twelve True Forms Fist, Bear Form, Mountain Collapse!"

A devastating Fist Intent, seemingly capable of shattering stars, erupted. Primordial Qi condensed on Chu Fan’s right fist until it was almost solid, carrying an unstoppable, do-or-die aura of destruction. It completely ignored the Protective Gang Qi his opponent hastily deployed, smashing squarely into his chest!

BOOM!

The savage grin on the Warlock’s face froze instantly, replaced by a look of utter terror and disbelief.

He looked down at his chest in disbelief. A hole had been punched clean through him, and a torrent of blood, gore, and organ fragments spewed out!

He opened his mouth, trying to make a sound, but nothing came out. His body went limp and collapsed, all signs of life gone.

Having killed an Acupoint Realm Warlock in a single punch, Chu Fan didn’t even turn to look at the result. He had already spun around, his gaze locking onto the other Warlock.

Seeing his companion killed in an instant, the second Warlock was scared witless. How could he dare to continue the fight? His first instinct was to dissolve into a cloud of dense black mist and repeat his old trick of escaping through the ground.

But Chu Fan was far, far faster. He gave the man no chance to escape!

The Warlock saw only a blur. A terrifying, suffocating presence appeared behind him, freezing him in place, his body turning to ice.

’Not... possible...’

The two words had just surfaced in his mind like a delirious whisper when a large hand, cold as an iron clamp, seized his jaw, immobilizing him completely.

The next moment, a terrifying force he was utterly powerless to resist surged through him—

CRACK!

With a crisp snap of bone, his head was violently twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees. Blood sprayed from his neck!

In the last moments of his life, all he saw was a pair of cold, merciless eyes, devoid of emotion, looking at him as if he were a piece of worthless trash.

Chu Fan casually tossed the corpse, its eyes wide with unrest, to the ground as if discarding a piece of irrelevant junk, his expression unchanging.

He reached out with his right hand, summoning the distant Black Abyss Sword...

SHING! The Black Abyss Sword let out a joyful hum, like a caged bird freed from its bonds. It tore itself free from the rock, soared through the air, and landed steadily back in Chu Fan’s hand.

Gripping the Black Abyss Sword, Chu Fan swung it in a backhanded slash down at the ground. With a tremendous BOOM, he used pure brute force to shatter the residual Sealing Power left on the blade by the Talisman!

Meanwhile, a one-sided, bloody slaughter continued to unfold wildly in every corner of Cold Crow Valley.

The arrogant, fierce, and tyrannical Blood Shadow Sect could never have imagined the Demon Suppression Bureau would be so decisive and ruthless. They had not only successfully crossed the treacherous Burial Demon Marsh but had also ignored the valley’s many poisonous miasmas. They descended like divine soldiers, striking directly at the heart of a lair the Sect had believed to be impregnable.

Furthermore, the initial two waves of Talisman bombardments, which had blotted out the sky, had already annihilated the Protective Arrays and defenses they were so proud of, stripping them of their greatest advantage.

The surviving members of the Blood Shadow Sect were now running around the valley in desperate panic like headless chickens, completely powerless to fight back.

Aside from the dozen or so Core Martial Artists at the Acupoint Realm who could still barely hold on for a moment, the other ordinary members couldn’t even survive a single move against the ferocious Chu Fan and the Demon Suppression Captains. They fell one after another into pools of their own blood!

These Blood Shadow Sect disciples—who had once massacred cities, annihilated towns, and committed boundless, unforgivable atrocities—would likely die without ever understanding why their retribution had come so swiftly and so violently.

The terror and despair they had inflicted upon countless innocents was finally being repaid to them in full—and then some—by the Demon Suppression Bureau, in an even more brutal and thorough fashion!

...

BOOM!

The central battlefield of Cold Crow Valley had become the eye of a destructive storm, with terrifying waves of energy rolling out in all directions.

Incomparably violent Powerful Qi exploded outwards like tangible, raging waves.

Each impact kicked up clouds of dust and rubble, tearing hideous, bottomless gashes into the earth below.

In the middle of this chaotic zone, a tragically beautiful figure—like a petal torn away by a gale or a kite with its string snapped—was sent flying heavily through the air in a helpless arc, hurtling toward Chu Fan.

Chu Fan’s pupils constricted, his heart lurching in shock. Instead of retreating, he advanced.

He quickly traced a circle in the air with his left hand. A soft, dense, and cushion-like burst of Primordial Qi Power materialized from nothing, precisely catching the person’s falling body and absorbing most of the impact.

As he absorbed the force, he tapped his feet and swiftly retreated three meters with the person in his arms.

Only then did they land steadily on the ground, avoiding the subsequent shockwave.

The body in his arms was warm and soft, but it was trembling violently and uncontrollably, a clear sign of extremely severe injuries.