Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 597 - 2: Accompanying the Tiger, Night Rain in the Jianghu (Part 2)

Stab the eyes, gouge the eyeballs, kick the groin and burst the eggs.

Duncan's fierce attack was executed in one seamless motion. With a reverse hand thrust, a dagger pierced the vital spot. At the same time, he kicked his legs back using a simple grass-flying qinggong, narrowly avoiding the dying counterattack of the hunched monster.

Had it been an ordinary person, they likely would have perished together, but the palm strike of that hunched monster was a hair's breadth from Duncan's scalp, shattering a few strands of long hair.

Roar!

Lu Shanjun let out a roar, grabbing the hunched creature's right foot. The bones shattered completely, and with a shake of his wrist, spiral energy twisted both legs into knots. Meanwhile, a palace-clad beautiful lady flew her long sleeves to catch the young blood child landing mid-air. With a backhanded palm strike, the polarity of extreme yin gave rise to yang, the tyrannical power of the profound yin palm, one of the few demonic paths able to stand against Lu Shanjun's palm force.

Blood mist gushed out.

The hunched monster's body, like tattered leather, fell lifelessly, every bone shattered, all vitality lost.

Lu Shanjun glanced at the young blood child with astonishment, throwing out a crimson fruit, saying, "If not for you, he probably would have escaped."

——"Vermillion Fruit (Lower Grade) (Curiosities): A mystical fruit from the mountains, mixed branches of vermillion fruit, consuming it advances cultivation, equivalent to ten years of arduous training."

Is this tiger that generous?

Duncan caught it, surrounded by a fragrant breeze, while the palace-clad beautiful lady curiously examined him. This lady had long noticed something strange about the blood child but didn't expect him to interrupt the opponent's blood escape secret technique at the crucial moment.

"Lady, do you want this?"

Duncan caught the mystical fruit and opened his palm, offering it to the beautiful lady beside him. He appeared free, but in fact, was already under her control. Within half a step, few could evade the heart-crushing palm of the beautiful woman.

The palace-clad lady was slightly surprised, glanced at the mystical fruit, and soon understood. Her figure swayed like wind-swayed willows, gently retreating, her long sleeves instantly releasing the young boy's waist.

This young man's insight is astonishing, and he's handsome too; he could indeed be brought into the sect, perhaps an excellent furnace vessel.

If the sect's saintess needs to break through in the future, perhaps he will also be a great assistance.

It's just unclear what his root is like.

The sect members of the Profound Yin Cult have fierce yin fire, and a poor root would make it hard to be a furnace vessel.

But still, teaching him some superior arts, female disciples in the future could use him to break the 'solitary yin' condition.

No sooner had Duncan finished speaking.

Lu Shanjun moved his steps, seemingly casual, but it effectively separated him from the palace-clad beauty, thus resolving the crisis; the life and death of the blood child would not be under the beautiful lady's whim.

Lu Shanjun has always been clear about gratitude and grudges!

Even though the blood child was controlled by the demonic sect evildoers, to resist and counter at the last moment, he indeed owes the other a favor.

This child is extraordinary!

His ruthless strike at the end surprised Lu Shanjun quite a bit. To walk on the edge of life and death, uninhibited and decisive, a fraction of difference could mean death, but surviving is remarkable.

The palace-clad beauty was extremely wary of Lu Shanjun; few internal experts dared to let a horizontal strongman approach within half a step.

She silently widened the distance, glanced at the young blood child, stared at the Mountain Monarch, who transformed into a fierce tiger, and said in a firm voice, "Mountain Monarch, now that things are clear, let us put our grievances behind us."

"It was my rashness, sorry for the offense earlier."

Had she not killed the wandering ghost, Lu Shanjun might not have butted heads with her.

The transformed fierce tiger slightly squinted his eyes, his long whiskers twitching, the Wang character on his forehead furrowed, waved his hand, and said, "Go then."

The palace-clad beauty had just planned to turn around.

Behind Lu Shanjun, the young blood child suddenly called out, "Mountain Monarch! Be careful!"

Boom!

A surge of blood fiendish energy rose; the hunched monster whose bones were all shattered climbed up again, using all fours like an evil ghost, no longer human-like. His spine twisted and turned, like an insect or a monster, and as he dove, he was as fast as a flash, opening his bloody mouth to bite.

"Demonic Possession!" The palace-clad beauty's expression changed dramatically.

Lu Shanjun turned with a palm strike, the Black Tiger Steals the Heart, ripping out the hunched monster's heart. The tiger claw directly pierced his body, yet still, he seemed unaware, opening his mouth to bite Lu Shanjun's arm, limbs entwining and wrapping, his entire body defying human skeletal logic, claws stabbing toward Lu Shanjun's throat vital point.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!..."

"Blood feast!…"

The hunched monster actually viewed Lu Shanjun as a blood feast, biting down on his neck. Only an iron-practicing expert like the transformed tiger could withstand it, others would have their throat bitten off.

"Watch out! Sword aura!"

The palace-clad lady warned as an invisible, fierce sword aura shattered the air, with faint thunder sounds in the sky.

The ground cracked, leaving a sword mark several meters long.

A man in a green robe flung out the longsword in his hand, piercing through the hunched monster's body. Then, holding a talisman between his fingers, he recited the True Words Spell, mighty thunders conjured by the talisman, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the two directly.

——Five Thunder Mantra.

Lu Shanjun's whole body hair bristled instantly. He roared fiercely, a tiger roar echoed in the mountain forest, eyes crimson red, filled with bloodthirsty killing intent. He matched the thunder head-on with his flesh, then his hands twisted the creature's head, forcefully wrenching it off.

Gulping.

The head, now unrecognizable like a corpse demon, rolled to the young blood child's feet. The head still moved, its mouth opened and closed. The blood child's expression shifted, without hesitation executing the King Yama Kick, stomping the head into pieces, brain matter splattering out.