Driven by 15 points of strength, the man, weighing over two hundred pounds, shot backward as if hit head-on by a speeding truck.
BANG! He flew straight back.
A sickening CRACK! echoed from his neck.
He was flung a good ten meters, from the doorway straight into a pigpen at the far end of the small courtyard, CRASHING into a pile of junk.
Just then, the tall, slender woman who had run into the house earlier emerged, a thick rope in hand.
The rope was mottled black and red, clearly stained with a significant amount of blood. Follow current novᴇls on novel✦fire.net
Seeing the scene at the doorway, the woman froze.
When Lu Yuan saw she looked ready to scream, he dashed forward and backhanded her across the face.
BANG! The woman slammed into the doorframe, her head lolled to one side, and she passed out.
Since the commotion had already started, Lu Yuan dropped all pretense of stealth.
He glanced up towards the second floor.
He bent his knees slightly.
CRACK! Two shallow pits blasted into the concrete courtyard floor as he instantly shot up to the second floor.
Gripping the second-floor corridor railing with one hand, he pushed off again.
CRACK! The concrete railing’s base shattered, and he smoothly vaulted to the third floor.
FLAP FLAP FLAP— Just as he landed on the third floor, a large murder of crows suddenly dove from the rooftop, squawking as they swarmed him.
Invisible waves of Spiritual Power suddenly radiated outwards. WHOOSH! The descending murder of crows scattered as if electrocuted.
Simultaneously, CRASH! The window of the room beside Lu Yuan shattered, and a tentacle-like whip of Black Qi shot out from within, lashing straight for his face.
Lu Yuan breathed gently.
At some point, his entire right arm had become completely enveloped in dense Black Qi.
His fingers clamped down on the Black Qi tentacle, like gripping a writhing, living creature.
Its strength feels... rather ordinary,
Lu Yuan’s eyes lit up, an inscrutable excitement flickering across his face.
The next second, he took a deep breath.
His lean body rapidly swelled as if being inflated.
Then... BOOM! He smashed straight through the window and wall before him, charging into the room.
The room, completely sealed off from any light, was thick with the nauseating stench of blood.
Lu Yuan rubbed his nose and scanned the scene.
Blood flowed across the floor, and the entire room was covered in bizarre, blood-painted symbols.
Several corpses, contorted into grotesque poses, knelt silently in the center of the room.
A Crow God Divine Servant, wearing a crow mask and a black cloak, glared daggers at him.
Black Qi roiled and surged around his body, radiating waves of fury, terror, and potent murderous intent.
Lu Yuan, now significantly larger, loomed over the Crow God Divine Servant.
The two locked eyes for a moment.
The next moment, black Death Qi began to seep from Lu Yuan’s body like smoke, gradually obscuring the light filtering through the hole he had created.
Lu Yuan grinned, his eyes instantly turning pitch black as he murmured softly,
"Praise the Crow God!"
The eyes beneath the Crow God Divine Servant’s crow mask widened; he seemed momentarily stunned.
Then, in the next instant—
WHOOSH! A fierce gust from a punch suddenly filled the entire room, sending the newspapers and curtains plastered to the walls RUSTLING wildly.
POW! The Crow God Divine Servant’s black cloak billowed backward violently as he froze in place.
A massive, bluish-black arm had punched straight through his head.
Before Lu Yuan silently counted to three,
BOOM! The Crow God Divine Servant before him exploded.
Foul, viscous blood splattered across all four walls of the room.
Only Lu Yuan remained untouched, as if shielded by an invisible barrier that deflected all the flying gore and shrapnel of flesh.
Weaker than the last one...
Lu Yuan’s body rapidly shrank back to normal. Or maybe I’ve just gotten stronger, he mused calmly.
This ’hunt’ was clearly much smoother than the previous one.
Whenever he activated a skill from his Death Teller (Extraordinary) panel, the Crow God Divine Servant facing him would immediately enter a brief state of paralysis.
This brief opening was all he needed to deliver the fatal blow.
The entire process was incredibly slick.
Putting himself in the Crow God Divine Servant’s shoes:
You’re diligently working on a ritual offering to the Crow God. Suddenly, someone bursts in, reeking of the same Death Qi as you, and shouts, "Praise the Crow God!"
You’d definitely hesitate for a moment, wouldn’t you?
What’s this guy up to?
And before you could sort out the connection—POW!—you’re gone.
Lu Yuan wasted no time. He casually summoned a few nearby crows to help him find the Death Qi Nodules and any Red Beads.
Shortly after, all seven Death Qi Nodules were in Lu Yuan’s possession.
But there was no sign of the Red Bead he wanted.
Lu Yuan scanned with his Spiritual Power, preparing to search other parts of the house.
Just then, he heard a frantic BANG! BANG! BANG! on a door downstairs.
Lu Yuan frowned slightly and immediately abandoned the idea of searching further for the Red Bead.
He activated his Crow Language skill. Amidst the ensuing chaotic ROAR and flurry of the large number of crows gathered on the rooftop, he quietly slipped away from the back of the third floor.
Lu Yuan was at a street stall several hundred meters away, ordering a portion of griddled tofu.
While waiting for the vendor to cook it, he saw a convoy of police cars, sirens wailing, speeding down a nearby street.