The glass bottles were filled with essence blood, the lowest grade of which came from martial artists with perfected seventh-grade qi and blood, and there were also some sixth and fifth-grade ones.

Refined and preserved using Buddhist secret methods, it is of excellent quality.

It can be said that Iron Scale Buddha has now firmly stood at the peak of the fourth rank, but the drawbacks are also obvious.

Its immense power is only reflected in quantity, while its quality is inferior.

Every palm strike and every punch was delivered with all his might, without regard for the cost. The price was that his mind was being devoured by the disordered qi and blood.

This is a tactic that results in self-inflicted damage of 1,000 while injuring the enemy by

In a fair battle, the Iron-Scaled Buddha would possess an overwhelming reserve of true energy.

In addition, the subtle erosion of the opponent's rationality prompts them to fight in a primal manner.

Even if one is not in a conscious state, one will still have the advantage.

This is a high-stakes gamble, betting that the powerful expert at the Divine Martial Realm will be unwilling to give up this opportunity, thus delaying until rescue.

But Ironscale Buddha had no idea who he was facing.

Xuanji Guard Commander, still under Yin Zhe's command, possesses top-tier cultivation techniques and elixirs.

Having been at the peak of the fourth rank for many years, his realm was extremely solid and his foundation was abundant.

If Iron Scale Buddha were rational and clear-headed, he would immediately realize the problem.

The advantage he anticipated lasted only a very short time before quickly turning into a stalemate and being suppressed.

Unfortunately, he was out of his mind at that moment, which made him trapped in his own web of problems.

On the other side, Dou Zhan's mind became confused, and he gradually began to reveal his true nature.

His eyes were filled with madness, and even the disguise mask couldn't hide his wildly grinning mouth, a stark contrast to his previous indifferent image.

That's why Qin Zhaoyue noticed something was wrong with him.

In fact, ordinary opponents would not be enough to make Dou Zhan act like this; it was mainly because he sensed the presence of someone of his own kind.

He had been in charge of the Netherworld Prison for many years, while Iron Scale Buddha was in charge of the Punishment Hall at the Nine Gates.

The saying "kings never meet" refers to the opportunity for advancement in Douzhan.

In yet another seemingly unremarkable head-on collision, Yin Zhe, who was watching the battle, narrowed his eyes.

After about ten breaths, Qin Zhaoyue noticed something was wrong.

What were those things that fell down?

Unbeknownst to them, a number of papers had appeared at the feet of the Iron Scale Buddha.

At first, Qin Zhaoyue thought it was just fallen leaves caught in the throng, but there were more and more of them.

"Skin as thin as a cicada's wing."

Qin Zhaoyue: ?

Her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but shudder.

No, is it really that perverted?

Even Qin Zhaoyue was startled, and Zhao Tai, who was standing next to her, almost knelt down again.

Who exactly are these people?

Yin Zhe explained to himself, "He has a family tradition of craftsmanship; his father was an executioner."

Hmm, that makes sense... my ass!

Qin Zhaoyue couldn't understand it at all. The two were facing each other head-on, and there was no cutting motion, but the flesh was peeling off.

With that kind of strength, why not just take it all? What's the point of "thin as a cicada's wing"? Slice a piece of beef?

Speaking of sliced ​​beef, with the weather getting cooler, it's time to make hot pot.

However, cattle are important production resources as farming tools, and the law stipulates that they cannot be eaten.

Of course, this excludes deaths from natural causes or accidents. Given her status as a princess, getting some beef should be a piece of cake for her.

Otherwise, without sliced ​​beef, hot pot has no soul...

Qin Zhaoyue suddenly shuddered.

Oh no, why did she think of hot pot? Is it appropriate to eat it in this situation?

"Is your subordinate a bit of a pervert?"

"Hmm, there's something wrong with it."

She just admitted it so sweetly!

Yin Zhe looked calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

Which good person makes prison their home, eating and sleeping in the prison?

If Dou Zhan weren't given mandatory tasks from time to time, he could go years without seeing the light of day.

Yin Zhe had long been aware of his problem, but his advice was to no avail.

Having witnessed the many amazing aspects of Xiao Liu, I had this idea.

Unexpectedly, after only meeting twice, Dou Zhan has already touched the threshold of breakthrough.

Yin Zhe is actually feeling conflicted right now.

She could naturally tell that the opportunity arose from meeting someone of similar cultivation level.

Logically speaking, whether Xiao Liu is here or not should not make any difference.

If the fighting chisel encounters the Iron Scale Buddha, there is a high probability that this opportunity will be triggered.

But... is that really the case?

Moreover, there was the Broken Ink Pearl Jade in front of him, who had just completed his advancement.

As he pondered, more and more "pieces of paper" appeared at the feet of the Iron Scale Buddha.

Qin Zhaoyue stared wide-eyed at him, but still couldn't figure out how he did it.

Rose petals fell one by one before my eyes;

Your promises echoed in my ears, little by little.

That inescapable fate...

Um?

The "paper pieces" are increasing in number and falling faster and faster, making the scene increasingly terrifying.

Because at this point, the exposed flesh and blood of the Iron-Scaled Buddha could be seen, almost revealing the bones.

But he seemed oblivious and continued to output data.

Two worlds emerged inside and outside the courtyard. The four people outside seemed frozen in place, silently watching the bizarre scene.

Iron Scale Buddha's arms were almost completely cut off, and now it was his thighs' turn, with large pieces of flesh "competing" to fall off.

Qin Zhaoyue was completely baffled.

Based on her common sense, how could an arm with no muscles and only a skeleton continue to swing its fist?

But Iron Scale Buddha acted as if nothing had happened, and his attack speed didn't decrease at all.

Arms, legs, torso, and finally the cheeks...

Like a bloody silent film, cruel yet filled with a strange elegance.

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