Blood and flesh were strewn everywhere inside the Wang family’s money house.
The stench of fresh blood mixed with dirty entrails stained the floor in a sickening mess!
The dim yellow light in the hall was tinted red.
It was as if the whole world had turned blood-colored. As Yang An killed, the girls captured by Zheng Huaiyi screamed and shrank into the corners; the timid ones had already fainted from fear.
Zheng Huaiyi trembled violently, hiding under a table.
At this moment, only Yang An and Wang Gou’er remained standing in the entire hall.
Looking at Yang An’s calm demeanor,
Wang Gou’er was filled with rage, wishing he could tear him apart alive. Pressing down on the dog-head felt hat atop his head, the nine iron rings on his broadsword clanged sharply with a “shush shush” sound.
“You were just careless earlier, that’s how you managed to take advantage of me! Eating a leopard’s courage and thinking you’re really my match, huh?”
“I’m going to cut you down with this blade!!”
Wang Gou’er shouted fiercely, raising his sword to strike!
Facing the heavy, powerful blow, Yang An did not dodge. Instead, he planted his feet firmly and sprang upward like a cannonball fired from a barrel!
Ignoring Wang Gou’er’s swinging broadsword,
Yang An thrust his dagger straight at Wang Gou’er’s face!
Seeing Yang An adopt this all-or-nothing, desperate fighting style,
Wang Gou’er, furious, shouted, “Which one of us is the mad dog here, huh?!”
Having witnessed Yang An kill several people with that golden-glowing dagger,
Wang Gou’er knew better than to risk a life-for-life exchange with him. He retracted his broadsword and held it horizontally in front of him as a guard.
*Clang!*
The sharp clash of steel rang out between them.
The nine-ring broadsword collided with the gleaming golden dagger.
Sparks flew fiercely.
A tremendous force surged along the blade, and Wang Gou’er realized with alarm that he couldn’t hold his ground. He staggered back several steps in shock. As Yang An landed, he pushed off again with his legs, leaping up and swinging his dagger to strike at Wang Gou’er again.
The speed was too fast.
With no time to dodge, Wang Gou’er could only grit his teeth and endure the numbness in his arms, holding up his sword to block.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
Under Yang An’s relentless storm of strikes, Wang Gou’er was forced backward seven or eight meters, his arms trembling violently!
Looking down at his broadsword,
he saw four or five deep notches gouged out by the golden dagger!
Wang Gou’er’s eyes widened in horror!
He couldn’t understand—Yang An was just a weak scholar! When had he learned to fight like this? Where did he get such strength?
And where did that dagger come from?
Even his finely forged steel nine-ring broadsword couldn’t withstand it. Could it be made of some kind of mysterious iron?
His sister and brother-in-law had been humiliated.
A raging fury surged in Yang An’s heart. His attacks grew even fiercer, giving Wang Gou’er no time to think. He raised the dagger again, aiming straight for Wang Gou’er’s throat!
Having grown accustomed to Yang An’s wild flurry of strikes,
Wang Gou’er endured the aching in his arms and raised his sword to block as usual.
Suddenly, Yang An changed his move!
Just as he was about to leap up from the ground, he suddenly lowered his center of gravity and dove forward, his body leaning in as he surged several meters ahead like flowing smoke and mist, closing in on Wang Gou’er’s abdomen in an instant!
“No good!”
Wang Gou’er panicked and tried to bring his sword down to chop at Yang An’s neck!
But it was too late!
A flicker of murderous intent flashed in Yang An’s eyes as he slammed a flying knee strike, like a brilliant rainbow piercing the sun, crashing heavily into Wang Gou’er’s stomach!
*Boom!*
A tremendous force surged into his sternum and burst out through his back!
Wang Gou'er’s clothes tore open along his back with a loud rip. Taking that blow was like being hit by a battering ram; blood spurted from his mouth as he was blasted backward two or three meters, crashing heavily onto the ground.
The nine-ringed broadsword clattered to the floor.
Gritting his teeth against the searing pain in his abdomen and back, Wang Gou'er, relying on years of fighting for survival, instinctively snatched up the loose nine-ringed broadsword and rolled sideways toward the spot where Zheng Huaiyi was hiding, attempting to escape!
Just as he made his move to flee—
Yang An had already lunged forward, dagger in hand, stabbing fiercely at the spot where Wang Gou'er had just lain. The sharp dagger hissed as it embedded itself into the stone floor!
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Gou'er flipped up like a carp and sprang to his feet.
He put some distance between himself and Yang An.
A heavy knee slammed into his abdomen. His stomach churned violently as he spat out blood, bent over in pain, and then vomited up his internal organs along with the acidic bile from his stomach!
“Big brother is so amazing!”
Suddenly, a childish voice rang out abruptly in the hall. Yang An glanced sideways to see a small girl with a melon-shaped face clutching a jade flute, her large eyes bright and shining.
Yang An had killed so many people.
The other girls were either fainted from fear or huddled like quails in the corner, none daring to raise their heads. But the youngest, Keke, neither hid nor flinched from the blood splattered all around.
Catching Yang An’s gaze, she grew even more excited, hugging the jade flute tightly and jumping up and down, cheering him on, “Big brother, keep it up! Kill those bad guys!”
Wang Gou'er glared at Keke upon hearing her.
Wiping the grime from his mouth, he fixed his gaze on Yang An and growled, “Yang, you’re finished! Even if you hand over your sister now, I’ll still kill you! Old Zheng, give me the Black Dog Blood!”
Hiding under the table, Zheng Huaiyi quickly tossed a bluish gourd into Wang Gou'er’s hands.
Wang Gou'er twisted open the gourd’s mouth.
Inside was a thick, black liquid that emitted a pungent, fishy stench. Wang Gou'er didn’t feel disgusted at all and greedily gulped it down!
Though he didn’t know exactly what the Black Dog Blood was,
Yang An knew without a doubt it was bad news for him. Taking advantage of Wang Gou'er drinking, he drew his dagger from the ground and charged straight at him!
Whoosh!
The nine-ringed broadsword sliced through the air with a fierce howl, blocking Yang An’s attack halfway.
Yang An used his dagger to parry!
Clang!
A crisp clash rang out. Just as Keke was cheering for Yang An, she suddenly saw that the man who had been pressing Wang Gou'er down was forced back by this strike!
Yang An’s eyes widened in surprise.
Wang Gou'er’s swing carried far more power than before!
Moreover, an extremely sharp force surged through the broadsword, vibrating through the dagger and tearing at Yang An’s tiger mouth (the webbing between thumb and index finger), causing his wrapped hand to be soaked in fresh blood!
The pain was like being bitten by a dog!
Having suffered a setback, Yang An quickly retreated, putting some distance between himself and Wang Gou'er. In his heart, he thought: “My brother-in-law said that when a martial artist condenses the Divine Aspect to the ‘entry’ level, true essence is born. With this, one can wield the power of the Divine Aspect, greatly enhancing their own strength. Both offensive and defensive capabilities receive a tremendous boost!”
Yang An narrowed his eyes.
He carefully observed the changes in Wang Gou'er, no longer rushing into a reckless attack.
He saw Wang Gou'er finish drinking the black dog’s blood.
Gradually, he began to merge with the dog-head felt hat on his head.
He truly transformed into a dog-headed creature. His muscles swelled like balloons being inflated, his whole body growing several sizes larger, his back arching, arms lengthening almost to the ground. Sharp claws sprouted from his fingertips, fangs extended from his mouth, and his green eyes gleamed with a terrifying cold light!
In an instant,
Wang Gou'er had become a half-man, half-dog monster!
“So this is the power of the Divine Physique!” Yang An clenched the dagger tightly in his hand.
Once the Divine Physique was fully activated,
Wang Gou'er smashed the cyan gourd with a loud crash. A cold sneer appeared on his face as the nine-ring broadsword rested on his shoulder. Seeing Yang An deliberately keeping his distance,
Wang Gou'er’s figure flickered.
Like a hunting dog, he turned into a black shadow and darted forward.
His speed had increased exponentially. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Yang An, who was just about to raise his dagger in defense.
Bang!
A thunderous blast of wind roared out.
The black shadow that was Wang Gou'er vanished before Yang An’s eyes. Yang An was momentarily stunned, feeling a fierce gust sweep across the side of his face!
Without warning,
Wang Gou'er had already leapt beside him in mid-air, delivering a sweeping kick!
Yang An twisted his body and crossed his arms to block. Although he managed to stop Wang Gou'er’s strike,
With the Divine Physique activated,
Wang Gou'er’s fists and feet were wrapped in true energy, his strength greatly amplified. The overwhelming force sent Yang An flying several meters away.
His feet scraped the ground, leaving deep marks.
Before he could regain his footing,
Wang Gou'er landed from mid-air, and the moment his four paws touched down, he transformed into a shadow once again, lunging at Yang An’s face like a ferocious beast. His sharp claws, wrapped in white true energy, swung toward Yang An’s face.
Yang An hurriedly raised both arms to shield his head.
With a fierce, thunderous crash, he was blasted backward again, his back slamming heavily into the wall, leaving a deep pit some twenty to thirty centimeters wide.
Panting slightly, Yang An struggled out from the rubble, sending a shower of debris to the ground.
After enduring two consecutive strikes from Wang Gou'er, blood dripped down Yang An’s arms. Keke, who had been cheering him on moments ago, now silently pressed her lips together, no longer making a sound.
Wang Gou'er didn’t pursue further.
He licked the blood off his claws and smiled cheerfully, saying, “The Bloodthirsty Demon Dog Divine Physique I cultivate is like canine teeth—it can easily tear through ordinary flesh and skin.”
“Fighting like this is pointless.”
“Yang Erlang, hurry up and unleash your Divine Physique.”
“You humiliated me so badly in the Yang family. If I don’t bite you and your Divine Physique to pieces, I won’t be able to relieve the hatred in my heart!”
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