One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

Chapter 123 The First Fusion of the Three Absolutes

Ghost Hand and Blood Blade's expressions were extremely solemn.

They finally understood why Wang Bing died, why Shen Chong and Gao Ning died, and why the pursuers sent by the Wang family never returned.

This young man is very strong. Stronger than they expected.

"Nie Lingfeng?" Ghost Hand asked in a deep voice, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible dryness.

"You know perfectly well why." Nie Lingfeng finally stepped down the last step and stood in the center of the hall, his Snow Drinking Blade pointing diagonally at the ground, blood dripping from its tip. "I'm right here now. Come on, don't waste your time."

"Arrogant!" Blood Blade roared, his eyes burning even brighter with bloodlust. "You think you can take on all of us by yourself?!"

"Why don't you try and see?" Nie Lingfeng tilted his head, a cold smile curving his lips. "However, I'm in a hurry. You... all at once."

"Kill him!" Blood Blade could no longer contain himself. He brandished his longsword and roared, "Attack together! Whoever kills him will receive a million-dollar bounty and be promoted to Core Stage!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

The twenty-odd people in the hall moved at the same time!

Swords flashed, fists swirled, and palm strikes raged from all directions! Some charged straight at him from the front, some flanked him from the sides, and some attacked from behind! The hall was small and crowded, leaving Nie Lingfeng almost no room to dodge.

But Nie Lingfeng had no intention of hiding at all.

He moved.

Wind God Leg - Catching the Wind and Shadows!

His figure instantly transformed into a blue tornado, leaving an afterimage in his wake, before his true form plunged into the densest part of the crowd! His legs moved like the wind, so fast that their trajectory was impossible to discern, and wherever he passed, people were sent flying and screams echoed!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The three Wang family members who rushed to the front were kicked in the chest, sent flying backward, crashing into two coffee tables and a sofa, spitting blood as they fell to the ground, their chests caved in, with countless broken ribs.

Cloud-Dispelling Palm - Parting Clouds and Wearing the Moon!

Nie Lingfeng unleashed both palms simultaneously, the palm winds sweeping across the area like raging waves! A muffled explosion resounded in the air, as if an invisible giant hammer had struck! Those who rushed in from the side were as if they had been hit by an invisible wall, flying backward one by one, crashing to the ground, coughing up blood.

Heavenly Frost Fist - Covered in Frost Marks!

A sudden burst of cold air erupted! Centered on Nie Lingfeng, the air within a three-meter radius instantly plummeted to freezing point! White frost condensed on the ground, and frost flowers covered the walls! Several people who wanted to ambush from behind suddenly slowed down, as if they were stuck in sticky glue. Nie Lingfeng turned around and kicked them one by one, sending them flying, crashing into the wall, and sliding to the ground, their bodies covered in frost, shivering.

He played faster and faster, and his game became smoother and smoother.

His swift Wind God Leg made him like a bolt of lightning weaving through the crowd, each movement accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound.

The power of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm makes his palm strikes as solid as a wall, sending a group of enemies flying with each swing.

The chilling power of the Heavenly Frost Fist caused the surrounding temperature to drop continuously, spreading frost, slowing down the enemy's movements, and weakening their combat power.

Three martial arts styles and three artistic conceptions constantly switch, combine, and change within him.

Sometimes it was like a violent storm, with legs flying everywhere, so fast it was dazzling.

Sometimes it moves like clouds rolling and unfolding, the palm wind is dense and gentle, soft yet firm, deflecting force and neutralizing energy.

At times, it is like a frozen wasteland, with a biting cold that freezes everything.

But Nie Lingfeng had a strange feeling in his heart.

"Not enough..." He spared a sliver of his attention during the battle, sensing the flow of "Qi" within his body and the transformations between the three martial arts. "Wind is formless, clouds are unpredictable, frost is merciless... What is the essence of these three ultimate techniques? Wind is flow, is change; clouds are gathering and scattering, are unpredictable; frost is condensation, is solidification... They seem contradictory, yet they can transform into each other and depend on each other..."

He recalled the description of "Three-Part Returning Qi" in Nie Feng's inherited memories:

"Wind has no form, clouds are ever-changing, frost is merciless; when these three elements unite, they become three parts. These three parts return to the primordial energy, taking the essence of Heaven, Earth, and Man, fusing the spirit of wind, clouds, and frost, transforming energy into the primordial, returning to simplicity and truth..."

"Melting...how do I fuse it?"

He needs greater pressure, an opponent who can bring out his full potential and force him to truly integrate the three martial arts.

But there aren't enough people now.

too weak.

Ghost Hand and Blood Blade's expressions grew increasingly grim.

Their men were like paper in front of Nie Lingfeng, utterly defenseless. In just three minutes, only the two of them and seven or eight slightly stronger core members remained standing in the hall.

The ground was littered with people, some groaning, some unconscious, and some... lifeless. Blood stained the carpet, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and a chilling cold.

"Ghost Hand!" Blood Blade gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Go report to Elder Wang! We'll hold him off! Once Elder Wang knows the situation here, he'll definitely be able to call in more men! No matter how strong this kid is, he can't afford to waste time!"

Ghost Hand's face turned deathly pale. He looked at the wounded and dead all over the ground, then at the gray-haired youth standing in the center, whose breathing was perfectly steady. A chill ran through him.

But he knew Bloodblade was right. Someone had to go and deliver the message, or they would all die here.

"Okay!" Ghost Hand nodded, turned around and rushed towards the back door.

But as soon as he turned around, a bright blade of energy slashed at the floor in front of him!

"laugh--!!!"

The blade's energy left a three-inch-deep, two-meter-long gash on the carpet, its edges perfectly clean, as if measured with a ruler. The carpet around the gash instantly froze, covered with a thin layer of ice.

Ghost Hand's steps froze.

He slowly turned around and looked at Nie Lingfeng.

The gray-haired youth was looking at him, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground, blood still dripping from the tip. His expression was calm, but there was an undeniable coldness in his eyes.

"Trying to leave?" Nie Lingfeng spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the hall. "Did I say you could leave?"

Cold sweat beaded on Ghost Hand's forehead.

He knew he couldn't leave.

Blood Blade understood this too. He took a deep breath, gripped his blood-red longsword tightly, and his eyes flashed with a crazed killing intent: "Ghost Hand! Forget it! Let's fight! Either he dies, or we all die!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two of them moved at the same time!

This time, they held nothing back and went all out! They burned their life essence, activated secret techniques, and pushed their cultivation to its limit!

The ghostly hand transformed into countless claw shadows! Each claw carried a stench, each claw aimed directly at Nie Lingfeng's vitals! The claw shadows overlapped one after another, like an impenetrable net, enveloping Nie Lingfeng! The air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound!

The Blood Blade technique became even more ruthless! The blood-red longsword transformed into a streak of blood, its light as sharp as a bolt of lightning, its blade energy crisscrossing! Each strike carried a scorching, bloodthirsty aura that seemed to burn everything in its path; wherever the blade passed, even the air itself was distorted by the heat!

The two, one on the left and one on the right, one yin and one yang, one soft and one hard, cooperated perfectly, sealing off all of Nie Lingfeng's space to dodge!

Nie Lingfeng finally felt the pressure.

Real pressure.

Individually, neither of these two could defeat him. But when they joined forces, coupled with their desperate fighting style that burned their life essence, they could indeed pose a threat to him.

More importantly, he needs this pressure.

"Come on!" Nie Lingfeng's eyes flashed with excitement. "Let me see just how capable the leaders of the Wang family's 'Ghost Division' and 'Blood Division' really are!"

He no longer used only a single martial art, but began to try to combine three martial arts.

Wind God Leg - Strong Grass in the Wind! A sweeping kick carries the soft power of Cloud Dispelling Palm and the chilling aura of Heavenly Frost Fist! The leg's shadow is like the wind, but its force is long and continuous, and its chilling aura is bone-chilling!

The ghost hand's countless claw shadows were instantly frozen and slowed by this kick, and then deflected by the gentle force!

Cloud-Dispelling Palm - Overwhelming Force! With a single palm strike, the palm wind carries the speed of the Wind God Leg and the condensation of the Heavenly Frost Fist! The palm wind is like a raging torrent, but its speed is incredibly fast, and wherever it passes, the cold air condenses into ice!

The crimson light of the Blood Blade was forcefully shattered by this palm strike! The blade energy was frozen and shattered, scattering like ice crystals!

Heavenly Frost Fist - Frost and Snow in Full Bloom! A punch is unleashed, its power incorporating the variations of the Wind God Leg and the gathering and dispersing of the Cloud Dispelling Palm! The fist's shadow is like frost and snow, fleeting and unpredictable, gathering and dispersing without warning, but each "frost and snow" contains terrifying coldness and impact!

Ghost Hand and Blood Blade's expressions changed.

They could sense that Nie Lingfeng's martial arts were undergoing some strange change. It was no longer simply wind, clouds, and frost, but was beginning to merge, to change, to... sublimate.

"We can't let him continue!" Ghost Hand roared, clasping his hands together. His Qi surged, and a hideous ghostly figure faintly appeared behind him. "Ghost Department Secret Technique: Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts!"

Countless ghostly figures surged from his body, baring their fangs and howling fiercely, rushing towards Nie Lingfeng! These ghostly figures were not physical entities, but they could disturb the mind and erode the soul; they were Ghost Hand's trump card!

Blood Blade gritted his teeth, bit his tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the blade! The blood-red longsword instantly shone brightly, and countless eerie blood-red runes appeared on its blade!

"Blood Department Secret Technique - Raging Blood Sea!"

The flashing blades transformed into a sea of ​​blood, a stench of blood raining down, covering the sky and the earth! Within the sea of ​​blood, it seemed as if countless wronged souls were wailing, dragging all living beings into endless slaughter and madness!

The two fought desperately.

Nie Lingfeng looked at the approaching hundred ghosts and sea of ​​blood, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes, but more than that, he was...excited.

"That's more like it!"

He took a deep breath, held his hands loosely in front of his chest, and the three different types of "Qi" in his body began to circulate, collide, and merge wildly!

The Qi of Wind flows swiftly!

The Qi of clouds gathers and disperses unpredictably!

The essence of frost condenses and solidifies!

The three types of Qi clashed fiercely in his dantian, like three torrents crashing against a dam. A tearing pain shot through his meridians, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, forcefully guiding and compelling them to merge!

"The wind has no form... the clouds are unpredictable... the frost is merciless... the three perfections combined... this is... the Three Kingdoms!"

"boom--!!!"

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Nie Lingfeng!

That was not simply wind, clouds, and frost, but a completely new and higher form of "Qi" that seemed to contain the principles of heaven and earth! The Qi was a pale grayish-white color, like mist or flowing clouds, slowly circulating around him. Wherever it passed, the wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the frost disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

The hundred ghosts rushed in, crashing into the grayish-white "qi," melting and dissipating instantly like ice and snow meeting sunlight, without even letting out a scream.

The sea of ​​blood surged in, engulfing the grayish-white "qi," but the bloodthirsty qi in the sea of ​​blood, upon contact with this qi, was like boiling water splashed on snow, quickly evaporating and purifying, turning into wisps of green smoke that drifted away.

Ghost Hand and Blood Blade's faces instantly turned ashen.

They could sense that their desperate, all-out attacks were like children's toys, utterly vulnerable in the face of that grayish-white "qi".

"What...what is this..." Ghost Hand murmured, his eyes filled with despair.

Nie Lingfeng did not answer.

He raised his right hand, and the grayish-white "qi" in his palm slowly rotated, like a miniature nebula.

Then, he gently pushed the ghost hand and the blood knife.

"Three-part return to the origin - initial form - return to the origin".

A grayish-white mass of energy slowly flew out, not fast, but carrying an irresistible and inescapable force. Where it passed, the air froze, the light distorted, and time seemed to slow down.

Ghost Hand and Blood Blade tried to dodge, but their bodies seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move. They tried to block, but all their defenses were useless against that mass of energy.

The energy ball gently touched the two of them.

There was no loud noise, no explosion, only a slight "pop" sound, like a soap bubble bursting.

Then, the bodies of Ghost Hand and Blood Blade began to "dissipate".

It's not burning, not freezing, not tearing, but like a statue made of sand being blown by the wind, gradually disintegrating, collapsing, turning into the finest dust, and disappearing into the air.

From head to toe, from the outside to the inside, including clothes, weapons, blood, bones, and even the soul... all traces of its existence were "returned to their origin" by that grayish-white Qi mass, transforming into the most primordial, attribute-less "Qi," returning to heaven and earth.

three seconds.

In just three seconds, two living people, two core members of the Wang family, vanished completely, leaving not even ashes behind.

The hall was deathly silent.

The remaining seven or eight core members were terrified at the sight. Some collapsed to the ground, some turned and ran, and some knelt down and begged for mercy.

But Nie Lingfeng didn't look at them.

He looked down at his right hand, where the grayish-white energy in his palm was slowly dissipating. He could feel that the attack just now had consumed at least 30% of his internal energy and had put a great burden on his meridians.

"The Threefold Return to Origin Qi... such power even at its initial stage... but it's also very energy-consuming and unstable." He muttered to himself, "It needs more practice, more refinement..."

He raised his head and looked at the terrified core members.

"Get out," he uttered a single word.

Those people felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they scrambled out of the hall and disappeared into the night.

Nie Lingfeng did not give chase.

He needed someone to leave alive, to inform Wang Ai, to spread fear, to tell the entire Wang family—I, Nie Lingfeng, have arrived.

He sheathed his Snow Drinking Knife, went to the front desk, found the hotel's registration book in the drawer, flipped through it to make sure no one had slipped through the net, then took out his phone and sent Xu Si a text message:

"The Wang family stronghold in the Southwest has been cleared. Wang Xiao, a direct descendant, is dead; Ghost Hand and Blood Blade are dead; twelve core members are dead; and twenty-seven peripheral members have been knocked unconscious. Address: XX Hotel, XX Road. Next time, we'll go to Wang Family Village."

After sending the text message, he put away his phone, turned around, and walked out of the hotel through the front door.

The night was deep and the streets were deserted.

He looked up at the sky. The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a few sparse stars and a pale waning moon.

The wind blew by, carrying the scent of blood, but also the breath of freedom.

"The Wang family..." Nie Lingfeng said in a low voice, a cold smile curving his lips, "This is only the beginning."

He took a step, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Behind me, the Grand Hyatt Hotel was brightly lit, but as silent as a tomb.

In the room on the far east side of the third floor, the window was silently ajar.

A nearly transparent shadow drifted out of the window, like a wisp of smoke, merging into the night and speeding northward.

That's Shadow One.

He had been observing from the shadows without making a move. Now that he saw Ghost Hand and Blood Blade were both dead, he knew he was no match for Nie Lingfeng, so he immediately chose to retreat and inform Wang Ai.

Nie Lingfeng sensed the faint "Qi" aura belonging to Yingyi disappear, but he did not pursue it.

He needed someone to inform Wang Ai.

Go tell that old bastard, I, Nie Lingfeng, have arrived.

Moreover, the next one will be Wangjia Village.