Chapter 17 Dismemberment

"Song Qingshu!"

The man in the tracksuit panicked immediately. He never expected Song Qingshu to come flying towards him. No, he didn't rush over himself; he was thrown!

But it was too late to say anything. Song Qingshu's body was broken in two, and it looked like he wouldn't survive.

Run. The man in the tracksuit had only one thought left. He glanced at Song Qingshu one last time and immediately ran towards the French windows he remembered.

On the way, he constantly distributed his power to various parts of his body. His already strong muscles became even more exaggerated. He looked like a human tank, and his surging aura seemed to crush everything that dared to stand in his way.

And he saw clearly that a figure was standing in front of the window.

Blocking his path to survival.

It was a bloody figure, relatively tall. His body was considered strong compared to ordinary people, but compared to his current self, he seemed much thinner.

Even though he had spotted his opponent, the man in the tracksuit did not slow down. Instead, he quickened his pace. He knew that this was his last chance.

If he managed to rush out, he would have a chance to live. If he didn't, he couldn't blame anyone but himself for being so unlucky as to be targeted by such a guy.

The opponent blocking the window didn't move at all, as if he was stunned by his aura. It wasn't until the last moment that the man in the tracksuit saw his opponent move. A flash of light passed before his eyes.

The next second, the man in the tracksuit crashed through the French windows and staggered onto the ground in the garden outside. Before he could get excited, he rushed towards the woods like an arrow.

50 meters.

40 meters.

...

10 meters.

He didn't feel the sound of something breaking through the air behind him. To be precise, he didn't hear anything, and he didn't see anything. He successfully escaped into the woods.

His heart was pounding wildly. As he ran, he secretly turned his head to look. That death god-like guy hadn't chased after him.

He didn't know why he had been let go, nor did he care.

As long as he survived, as long as he could live!

He took a deep breath of the air in the forest. He had never cherished his life as much as he did now. The feeling of escaping death was surprisingly wonderful. The only pity was that he hadn't even... hadn't even seen his opponent's face clearly!

More than 20 disciples, including two branch leaders, had all been killed. Only he had managed to escape.

It was... too tragic.

For some reason, the last flash of light kept appearing in his mind. It was snow-white, dazzling, and extremely fast, so fast that he hadn't seen anything clearly. What exactly had that guy done?

Also, that guy was clearly blocking the window, so why hadn't he tried to stop him when he crashed through the window to escape?

That guy had deliberately let him go. He was sure of it.

"Ugh..."

The man in the tracksuit stopped abruptly. A sudden sharp pain in his right arm made him twist in agony. He turned his head and stared at his right arm with indescribable horror.

The bulging muscles had torn open the sleeve of his clothes, which hung on him like strips of rags. At this moment, his right arm was covered with blood-colored纹络 *wenluo* (lines/patterns).

Even more terrifying, his entire right arm was disintegrating along the *wenluo*, his flesh splitting apart piece by piece as if it had been pre-cut, and large amounts of blood spurted out.

"Ah... Aaaaargh!!"

The man in the tracksuit screamed inhumanly. It wasn't that he was too weak; it was just that the scene before him was too shocking and cruel. First his right arm, then his left arm, left leg, right leg, and finally his torso...

Pieces of flesh fell off his body, revealing the pale skeleton inside. Watching himself being slowly sliced to pieces, yet being unable to do anything about it, was an experience that no ordinary person could imagine.

Mouthfuls of blood poured out of the man's mouth, and his throat made a "glug glug" sound. In the last moment of his life, the man's thoughts were surprisingly clear.

He had thought of it, and finally understood. It turned out that the flash of snow-white light he had seen at the end was the glint of a blade.

It was an extremely fast blade. In that guy's hands, he had swung it hundreds of times in a short instant, dismembering him in mid-air.

Because the blade was too fast, he only felt the pain after running a long distance.

This must be that guy's true strength.

No one else could do this except that guy.

"Bone Carver... Gong Zhe."

After uttering these last few words, the man in the tracksuit's vital organs began to disintegrate, and his life was completely extinguished.

But strangely, in the dim moonlight, the white skeleton that had been completely dismantled actually staggered forward a few steps before crashing into a tree and falling down.

And looking back along the path the skeleton had taken, the road was littered with scattered flesh and blood, and the soil was stained with blood. The scene was too horrible to look at.

...

Rong City, in an office building in the south of the city.

In a secluded and safe room, a woman was lying on the bed.

The thin quilt covering her body could barely conceal the woman's alluring figure. The woman seemed to be sound asleep, but suddenly, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the woman abruptly opened her eyes.

In an instant, a sharp aura unfolded. Beneath her ordinary face was definitely no ordinary woman.

Lin Wan'er rolled out of bed and draped a piece of clothing over herself. She didn't put on shoes because it was inconvenient and she didn't have time. She had sensed a mysterious aura, very close to her, very, very close... Even more terrifying, this aura was unusually powerful.

She walked quietly to the door, pushed it open, and frowned at the scene before her.

She saw that the lights in the conference room were on, and a figure was sitting not far from her, on one side of the long table in the conference room.

The figure had her back to her. It was a woman, and one she knew.

It was Wan Yuanning. Because she needed to disguise herself at all times, Wan Yuanning lived very close to her. This was something she had arranged, so it wasn't strange.

But it was so late, and Wan Yuanning wasn't sleeping. Instead, she was sitting blankly in the conference room. This was a problem.

However...

Lin Wan'er clenched her fist slightly and walked out without any hesitation. "Since you're here, come out. Talk to me if you have something to say. Don't make things difficult for these kids."

Before she finished speaking, Lin Wan'er suddenly looked to the side of the conference room, towards the window. At this moment, a figure was standing in front of the window, and... Wan Yuanning was facing this direction as well.

Lin Wan'er felt an immense pressure from this person. Few people could give her this feeling.

This person was definitely a disciple, and a strong one.

The most terrifying thing was that she also sensed a terrifying energy fluctuation from the visitor, which proved that this person was at most one step away from being completely corrupted.