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Wang Yi's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a bit strange inside. Why was Zhao Shanyu pleading for him?
"Shut up." Hong Lie waved his hand and turned to Wang Yi, speaking harshly, "Since you are a disciple of Kaiyang Sect and Young Master Zhao is pleading for you, I won't kill you. However..." Before he could finish, his right fist suddenly tensed and ruthlessly struck towards Wang Yi.
Wang Yi was taken aback and swung his blade to block. Hong Lie's force was overwhelming, and with a loud crash, the Youhan Blade was knocked from Wang Yi's hands and fell to the ground.
A heavy fist landed on Wang Yi's arm like a bomb, and the sound of bones cracking echoed. Wang Yi let out a terrible scream as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead; his left arm had already been broken, exposing the white bone beneath.
Wang Yi protected his arm, gritting his teeth tightly without uttering a sound, allowing cold sweat to roll down his forehead.
"Hong Gang Leader..." Zhao Shanyu and the others' expressions changed drastically. They did not expect Hong Lie to be so ruthless; with this, Wang Yi was completely crippled.
"Young Master." Liu Sandao and his sister were pressed down by Pound of Vitality, not daring to even breathe, unable to crawl away.
"Heh heh, my brothers have been killed by you. Breaking one of your arms is just interest; as for what comes next..."
Wang Yi had no power to resist as Hong Lie grabbed him. Hong Lie looked down at him with fierce eyes, a cold smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Shanyu and the others exchanged glances, remaining silent. Anyone could see that with one arm broken, Wang Yi was essentially a cripple.
"Kid, you're tough." Seeing that Wang Yi could endure such pain without crying out, Hong Lie's gaze suddenly turned playful. "I'll give you a chance; if you beg for mercy, I'll spare you."
"Hmph." Wang Yi gritted his teeth and let out a muffled grunt without saying a word, glaring fiercely at Hong Lie with bloodshot eyes.
"Wang Yi, just beg for mercy," Zhao Shanyu said as he made his debut.
"That's right, Wang Yi, now you are a useless person. You might as well beg Hong Gang Leader for mercy," Wang Zhou said, narrowing his slanted eyes.
"Speak, I told you to speak!" Hong Lie shouted at Wang Yi upon seeing his expression. His left hand gripped Wang Yi's neck like a tiger's claw, causing Wang Yi's face to turn from red to white, then from white to green.
Seeing this, Hong Lie's anger intensified. He could not stand people who pretended to be aloof even when facing death.
"I will kill you," Hong Lie roared. He immediately swung his right fist, striking Wang Yi in the chest. There were several cracking sounds as multiple ribs broke, causing cold sweat to pour down Wang Yi's face, which twisted in agony.
Zhao Shanyu and the others heard the sound of bones cracking and understood the pain Wang Yi was experiencing, yet they did not hear a single sound from him. They couldn't help but think, "I didn't expect Wang Yi to be such a man!"
Suddenly, a roar like that of a beast erupted. Wang Yi suddenly raised his head, his cold gaze sending chills down Hong Lie's spine. In a fit of rage, Hong Lie halted his fist mid-air as Wang Yi shouted, "Die!" A piercing scream erupted from his mouth.
Zhao Shanyu and Wang Zhou turned their attention to the two men and witnessed a horrifying scene!
A bloody hand had pierced through Hong Lie's abdomen, blood gushing out like a water column onto the ground. The latter was already dead, breathless, with wide-open eyes filled with disbelief. Then he collapsed to the ground, surrounded by blood for several yards, the air thick with a nauseating stench. Wang Yi had also fallen unconscious, a sinister smile lingering at the corner of his mouth.
"Ah! The leader is dead!"
Someone screamed in shock, and the members of Tiger Gang immediately scattered like fallen leaves in a storm, fleeing in all directions.
"What happened?" Fuli and Zhang Da opened their mouths but then fell silent.
"Glug." The sound of Wang Zhou swallowing echoed in the air, his round face filled with astonishment. "What just happened?" How could the already doomed Wang Yi kill Hong Lie? Where did he get that strength? Moreover, his methods were so cruel. Everyone was filled with confusion.
But no one knew that from the moment Wang Yi's Vital Energy was nearly depleted, the Mysterious Pearl began to release a mysterious stream, slowly restoring the Vital Energy that Wang Yi had consumed. Hong Lie, overly confident in his own strength, firmly believed that Wang Yi had lost all power to resist. He pulled Wang Yi closer, giving Wang Yi the final opportunity to turn the tables and launch a full-force strike, leaving Hong Lie with no chance to react.
Kaiyang Sect, a simple yet clean and tidy room.
Wang Yi lay on the bed without any signs of waking up, his face as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
"Elder Zhou, how is my brother?" Niu Meng, seeing that Wang Yi had not yet awakened, felt a surge of panic. Upon seeing Zhou Deyu, it was as if he had found a last straw, and he urgently asked.
By the bedside, Zhou Deyu stroked his White Beard, frowning deeply. After a long time, he shook his head in confusion and said, "Strange... strange... truly strange."
"Bastard! Elder Zhou, what is wrong with my brother?" Niu Meng was so furious he felt like he might explode. If it weren't for Zhou Deyu being an elder, he would have already grabbed him and demanded answers.
"Hmph." Zhou Deyu snorted coldly. Hearing Niu Meng's words was like a thunderclap to his ears; he sat down on the ground in shock, sweat pouring down his forehead as he looked at Zhou Deyu in fear.
Zhou Deyu seemed oblivious to this and continued to stare at Wang Yi with a furrowed brow, looking utterly perplexed.
After a long while, seeing that Wang Yi's breathing was intermittent, Niu Meng's heart was in turmoil. Finally suppressing his fear of Zhou Deyu, he asked again, "Elder Zhou, what is wrong with my brother?"
"Well, I don't know either," Zhou Deyu replied while shaking his head. "He is currently in a state of suspended animation; I don't know when he will wake up. It could be tomorrow or it could be a month later; I can't be sure."
"What? How could this happen?" Niu Meng was taken aback and asked anxiously.
"How would I know?" Zhou Deyu seemed quite dissatisfied with Niu Meng's attitude, glaring at him fiercely before continuing, "His Dantian is shattered; even if he wakes up, he probably won't be able to cultivate anymore."
"Ah!" Upon hearing this, Niu Meng's face turned pale, and he exclaimed, "How could this be? Does that mean my brother can never cultivate again?"
"It can be like this." Zhou Deyu sighed deeply. He had originally planned to take Wang Yi as his disciple after he became an Inner Sect Disciple, but he never expected such a thing to happen.
With a thud, Niu Meng knelt in front of Zhou Deyu, repeatedly bowing his head. "Elder Zhou, you are the only one who can save my brother now. Please help him; I beg you. Even if it means I have to die, it's fine." Blood stained the floor as Niu Meng's voice carried a deep sorrow.
"Alright, this is the Continuation Bone Pill. Just give it to him with water; the rest depends on him," Zhou Deyu said as he took out a golden pill from his waist and left it on the table without saying another word.
Niu Meng quickly got up and gave Wang Yi the pill with water.
The Continuation Bone Pill was a fifth-grade pill that could heal broken bones.
"Brother, you must wake up soon!" Niu Meng's face was filled with worry.
Time slowly passed, and something strange was happening within Wang Yi's Dantian.
A mysterious stream flowed continuously, spreading through his limbs and bones. When the mysterious stream flowed over the broken ribs, the spiderweb-like fractures began to slowly heal. Even the shattered Dantian was gradually mending, though the healing process was much slower.
The recovery continued, but it was unclear how much time had passed.
One past!
Two past!
Three past!
Five past!
Ten past, Wang Yi still had not awakened. Meanwhile, the news of Wang Yi's injury and coma had already spread throughout the Outer Sect. Everyone knew that Wang Yi had become a useless person, no longer one of the Top Ten Powerhouses of the Outer Sect. Some felt sorrow, some sighed, some were happy, and some took pleasure in his misfortune.
Yet all of this was unknown to Wang Yi. He felt as if he had been dreaming. He dreamed that a Fire Qilin emerged from a jade pendant and entered his body. When he awoke again, the outside was shrouded in gray, and the night autumn wind was quite cool, brushing against him with a slight chill.
"Is this really happening?" Wang Yi looked at the Qilin Jade Pendant in his hand, which appeared like a flickering flame in the darkness, burning fiercely.
This Qilin Jade Pendant was worn by Wang Yi. Old Zhang found it in the Deep Forest when he picked up Wang Yi; it had been with him ever since.
After a long silence, Wang Yi found no abnormalities with the Qilin Jade Pendant and put it back around his neck.
Wang Yi was puzzled and decided to temporarily set aside this matter. Just as he prepared to use the Fist Technique Cui Gu to channel his Vital Energy, he suddenly froze. "What is going on?" There was not a trace of Vital Energy in his Dantian; he felt like a complete waste.
"No, this can't be real. How could this happen?" Wang Yi muttered repeatedly. For a martial artist to suddenly find himself reduced to a Waste was an incredibly terrifying thing; it was something that Wang Yi found hard to accept.
"No!" Wang Yi roared, as the evening wind swept over him, making his clothes rustle. Even the dim moonlight seemed much lonelier. As the evening breeze passed, a chill filled the air, creating an atmosphere of desolation.
Niu Meng was startled awake by a roar, and without bothering to put on his clothes or shoes, he hurried outside and embraced Wang Yi. "Big Brother, you finally woke up! I knew you would be fine."
Hearing Niu Meng's excitement, which was beyond words, Wang Yi felt as if a lonely heart had ignited into a blazing flame, burning with hope. He was not alone; he still had a good brother: Niu Meng. He also had the Mysterious Pearl, and he could start over and cultivate again!
"Good brother!"
"Big Brother!"
The two exchanged smiles and held each other tightly, a fire igniting in their hearts. Soon, their laughter echoed through the night, breaking the silence.
The next day was clear and refreshing with the Autumn Wind blowing coolly.
"Big Brother, take these pills." Niu Meng took out several bottles of Qi Gathering Pills from his Storage Bag and handed them to Wang Yi, saying seriously, "I believe that it won't be long before you regain your former strength."
Wang Yi understood Niu Meng's character well, so he accepted three bottles of Qi Gathering Pills and smiled confidently. "Don't worry."
"Big Brother, I’m waiting for you to enter the Inner Sect with me!" Niu Meng said while scratching his head.
"I will," Wang Yi replied, clenching his fist with determination. After that, Wang Yi walked out of the courtyard and headed to the square when suddenly a figure rushed towards him.
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