"Your Concealing Breath Skill is quite impressive."

Qing Yu's indifferent pupils accurately captured the three silhouettes in the dim alley, sparking a hint of surprise in his heart.

His greatest ability in life was not something else, but his highly sensitive perception, albeit not prominent.

It was no exaggeration to say that even a moment of carelessness in the Divinity Realm could easily be detected by Qing Yu.

Although he had been on the move earlier and had not fully extended his perception, the fact that these three young masters could evade his notice was indeed a skill.

Qing Yu had already recognized their identities. After all, he had previously seen the true face of the Demon Young Master, Bai Shaoling, and Mr. Corpse, Fatty Lan, was particularly noticeable with his completely blue skin.

His figure suddenly vanished, appearing the next instant at the entrance of the small alley. An intangible yet substantial aura spread from his white silhouette, seemingly dividing the alley and the noisy outside world into two separate realms.

Ye Xie and Bai Shaoling both swayed, unconsciously supporting themselves against a nearby wall to prevent themselves from falling.

"How is it possible... so strong..." Ye Xie gritted his teeth.

He had encountered True Core Realm Martial Artists before. In fact, in the Heavenly Demon Palace, martial artists of the True Core Realm had to obey their orders given Ye Xie's status among the three.

Facing the aura of a True Core Realm martial artist was not new to Ye Xie, yet he had never been so disheveled.

"I didn't expect you to hold up."

Qing Yu looked somewhat surprised at Fatty Lan, whose facial muscles were tense, but seemed otherwise unaffected.

This Mr. Corpse had a mysterious origin and had also never displayed his full strength. There had been rumors that he could withstand attacks from the True Core Realm; now, it seemed there was truth to those stories.

At the very least, with the strength of the Divine Origin Realm alone, one had no right to stand firmly before Qing Yu.

With that thought, Qing Yu suddenly made his move, appearing silently in front of Fatty Lan. The horsetail whisk in his hand lightly touched his shoulder.

The pure white horsetail whisk was light but, resting on Fatty Lan's shoulder, felt like a mountain bearing down; immense force emanated from it, bending his large frame at the waist.

Naturally, Fatty Lan was not willing to be suppressed so easily; the Corpse Qi within him surged continuously, colliding with the seemingly light whisk.

However, once the Corpse Qi touched the whisk, a force of Supreme Yang and utmost vigor emerged, neutralizing the Corpse Qi and rendering Fatty Lan's efforts futile.

"A vast True Qi, comparable to the True Core Realm, and a powerful body far surpassing the Divine Origin Realm. I'm increasingly intrigued..."

A divine light flashed in Qing Yu's eyes as he examined Fatty Lan with the Heavenly Son's Qi Observation Skill, now seeing some clues.

Suddenly, a deep blue Qi Force burst forth from within Fatty Lan.

"Boom—"

A loud explosion sounded, the whisk on Fatty Lan's shoulder was jolted away, and the blue tiles beneath their feet shattered into pieces.

Fatty Lan, who had been bent over, now stood straight and even seemed to grow three inches taller, his massive frame slightly compacting.

"You should die!"

His usually lazy and slightly sleazy eyes went blank as Fatty Lan threw a punch, colliding with the Qiuli Sword scabbard Qing Yu held horizontally in front.

The powerful fist, upon touching the scabbard, suddenly turned awkwardness into skill; the True Qi transformed dozens of times, each change generating different forces that vibrated the scabbard.

"You really can't tell..."

Qing Yu murmured softly, rotating his right hand slightly, the sword scabbard spun, and a Taiji Diagram appeared with it. Every opposing force that landed on the Taiji was neutralized into nothingness.

At the same time, the Taiji in Qing Yu's left hand rotated rapidly, shifting to block the oncoming deep blue Qi Force.

"Die!"

Two furious roars erupted from behind Fatty Lan as the arrogant Demon Shadow and the strangely twisting Finger Strength attacked from both sides.

"Chaotic Shadow Demon Blade."

"Mysterious Dark Mistaken Finger."

It was Bai Shaoling and Ye Xie who, taking advantage of the moment when Qing Yu and Fatty Lan were exchanging blows and their momentum was reduced, fiercely launched a joint attack.

"Mind your own business!"

Qing Yu glanced indifferently at the two princes of the Heavenly Demon Palace. An invisible force spontaneously appeared, shattering the feeble moves and striking the two men.

"Bang—"

"Bang—"

Two muffled sounds followed, as two figures were embedded into the wall at the back of the alley.

The sound of cracking bones was frequent. With just one look, these two princes from the Heavenly Demon Palace completely lost their ability to fight.

The gap was too vast. They were not this bizarre Fatty Lan. Where did they get the courage and strength to challenge Qing Yu, who stood at the peak of the True Core Realm?

"Two Extremes Return to Origin."

Qing Yu swept the horsetail whisk attached to the handle of the Qiuli Sword, forming a Taiji Diagram in front of him that absorbed all the incoming deep blue Qi Force and then transformed it into an even greater force that he pushed forward.

Fatty Lan's eyes were dull and lacking in luster, but there was still a Divine Intent residing deep within him. His stout palms pushed forward, turning the deep blue Qi Force into a Qi Shield that contended against the Taiji Diagram.

The two forces silently contacted each other, generating no sound, but the stillness of their forward momentum indicated that both parties were equally matched.

The ground issued a mournful groan under the strain and spread countless cracks. The walls of the small alley also began to crack and finally quietly shattered into a pile of dust.

After the wall shattered, the quiet stalemate of Qi Force within the alley seemed to lose its restraint and burst forth.

The blast wave surged, causing the surrounding buildings to collapse. Nearby guests and brothel women were all impacted, their bodies spinning away like leaves blown by a violent wind.

At the origin of the blast wave, Qing Yu held the Qiuli Sword, not lifting a hand, but his True Qi continuously supported the Taiji Diagram in front of him.

The body of Fatty Lan, who was contending against him, grew another three inches taller, his fat receding to reveal the beginnings of muscles. Divine Intent circulated in his eyes, as if some mysterious will was awakening.

No, not as if…

"So it is, the main consciousness is still asleep, only a split-personality is active. I've roughly seen through some of your secrets."

Qing Yu could see that the previous consciousness was asleep; the current behavior of this Fatty Lan was all instinctive, as well as the Divine Intent protection arranged by the main consciousness.

The one known as Mr. Corpse under the guise of Fatty Lan, his real Sea of Consciousness was awakening, appearing to be sleeping, perhaps undergoing transformation.

Calling him Mr. Corpse might be somewhat inappropriate, for any Corpse Scattering Person is an old monster who had faced death many years ago, with the least being at the True Core Realm level in cultivation.

The reason Fatty Lan seemed not to possess a Corpse Pill was not because he really was a unique Corpse Scattering Person of the Divine Origin Realm but because his strength in life was too formidable.

"Since this is the case, I really have no desire to be your enemy."

Qing Yu suddenly struck out, extending his left palm through the Taiji Diagram and imprinting his palm on the deep blue Qi Shield.

His palm force erupted, pushing Fatty Lan back three steps, but not injuring him.

Fatty Lan's expressionless eyes glanced at Qing Yu, seemingly sensing the disappearance of hostility. Divine Intent flowed in his eyes, his hands also withdrawing.

His slightly slimmed, massive body rapidly moved, plucking out the two figures embedded in the wall. Fatty Lan stamped his feet into the ground, leaving two deep footprints, and propelled himself away.

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