Qinglong lay on the ground, opened his eyes, and gazed calmly at the ceiling where the dark clouds gradually dispersed.

What kind of feeling was this…?

He felt excruciating pain in his cheeks. Even though there were no external injuries, why did it hurt so much?

His body was in pain, his heart was in pain, and even his soul was in pain.

Even “Heavenly Vigor” didn’t know which part to restore to make him feel better.

This punch seemed to have shattered a part of his soul. Lying on the ground, he actually felt momentarily dazed for an instant, forgetting what he was doing.

Both possessed “Heavenly Vigor”… What kind of punch was this?

Was it technique… or some strange power…?

“No…” Qinglong murmured, “This punch even contains ‘conviction’…”

The flesh on his body moved bizarrely, beginning to gradually fill in the damaged areas.

If the opponent brought this kind of punch, he absolutely could not be hit again. Otherwise, even if he didn’t die, he would definitely lose consciousness.

Qiao Jiajin swayed his body, wanting to move forward and land two more punches, but suddenly felt his hands go numb and tingly.

He looked down to see that his fists were already showing white bones, and the flesh on the surface had flown off somewhere unknown.

It seemed Zhang Shan had been continuously using “Heavenly Vigor” to restore his physical body, and was now approaching his limit.

“Tattoo kid…” Zhang Shan stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his body. “Don’t you want those hands of yours anymore?”

After saying this, he strode toward Qinglong lying on the ground. Even Qinglong shouldn’t be able to take all of these punches, right?

“A ‘god’ who can be sent flying by people…” Qiao Jiajin laughed. “Why is your face covered in blood? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?”

Qinglong blinked his eyes, but his body lost control at that instant, unable to get up.

“Don’t feel inferior, Little Green Boy.” As Qiao Jiajin walked, he continued, “Too many people have been sent flying by me. I’ve hit ordinary gangsters, I’ve hit ‘Double Flower Red Sticks’, I’ve hit ‘Participants’, I’ve hit ‘Heaven’s Mouth’, I’ve hit ‘Cat’, I’ve hit ‘Extreme Path’, I’ve hit ‘Mind Reading’, and I’ve even hit ‘Heavenly Vigor’…”

After saying this, he turned his head to look at Zhang Shan: “Big guy, I’m not targeting you.”

“Alright…” Zhang Shan nodded.

“Now I’ve even sent a ‘god’ flying…” Qiao Jiajin walked to Qinglong’s front and slightly raised his right fist. “Little Green Boy, you’re not righteous enough. Go explain to Guan Erye.”

Qinglong’s eyes slowly widened, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. He knew he had to act immediately.

This punch, mixed with technique, power, “Heavenly Vigor,” and “conviction,” absolutely could not be taken again.

Qiao Jiajin didn’t give Qinglong any time to react. Without a word, he brought his fist down at high speed.

BOOM!!

A sound like a meteorite explosion thundered on the ground. Powder from the floor scattered everywhere, and the entire room shook.

Qiao Jiajin frowned, finding that Qinglong had already disappeared from beneath him. His fist had smashed a large crater in the ground.

When he turned his head again, Qinglong was already lying in the distance. It seemed that at the critical moment, “Transition” had activated.

Qinglong clenched his teeth and stood up shakily. The flesh on his body had also fully recovered at this time. Although some wounds still remained, his condition was gradually returning.

He glared with bloodshot eyes, his state obviously somewhat deranged.

Having experienced multiple consecutive battles within this single day, not one of them could be easily handled. His conviction seemed to be losing its grip, and even his thinking was becoming increasingly chaotic.

But he still possessed “Celestial Arts” after all. As long as the “Celestial Arts” remained, ordinary people’s fighting methods could not achieve victory.

Qinglong swayed in place, looking toward Qiao Jiajin in the distance, guarding against the opponent’s offensive. What he hadn’t expected was that Qiao Jiajin actually didn’t launch another attack, but just quietly watched him from a distance.

“Hey, Little Green Boy.” Qiao Jiajin called out. “The road is so wide, be careful not to get hit by a car.”

“Hit by a car…?”

As soon as the words fell, a strong and powerful large hand rested on his shoulder, then the fingers tightened, clamping his shoulder in a death grip.

Qinglong immediately sensed something was wrong. His condition really was somewhat off—”Transition” had actually brought him right in front of another enemy.

He instinctively wanted to use “Soul Seizing” to seal the opponent’s movements, but when he thought of that chilling, terrifying voice, he could only temporarily give up. Enduring the intense pain in his shoulder, he used “Transition.”

But Zhang Shan had been with Jin Yuanxun for a long time and already knew the principle of “Transition.” He firmly grasped Qinglong’s shoulder and flashed to appear in another location together with him.

Qinglong turned around and looked at Zhang Shan with an angry expression. Zhang Shan also raised his right fist at this moment.

Qinglong hurriedly used “Transition” repeatedly in the air, seemingly wanting to shake Zhang Shan off with astonishing high speed.

But Zhang Shan always firmly clamped onto Qinglong’s shoulder. The two of them shuttled through the empty room several times. Zhang Shan was like stop-motion animation—each time he appeared, his fist would be one bit closer to Qinglong’s face.

After several high-speed flashes, tremendous sounds rang out from all directions.

Zhang Shan’s fist struck solidly on Qinglong’s face. Qinglong shot out explosively like a missile.

This time he didn’t spin in place, but instead flew at extreme speed toward a wall, smashing deep cracks into it.

Sure enough, he was hit by a car.

Hit by a large cargo truck carrying dozens of tons at one hundred miles per hour with full force.

If Qiao Jiajin’s punch was a mixture of power, technique, “Heavenly Vigor,” and “conviction”… then what about this punch?

It was earth-shattering pure power.

What seemed to be injured this time wasn’t his soul, but his life force itself.

The instant the fist struck his face, Qinglong clearly and distinctly felt the breath of “death.”

He hadn’t experienced this kind of breath in over seventy years of walking through “Taoyuan.”

If he didn’t pull himself together, today he really would be beaten to death by these two people. The damage these two caused couldn’t even keep up with the restoration speed of “Heavenly Vigor.”

“Damn…” Zhang Shan shook his hand, which was almost separated into flesh and bone. “Tattoo kid, you really were right. No need to care too much about your own injuries. They’ll heal sooner or later anyway. If ‘Heavenly Vigor’ can’t heal it, then just wait for it to heal on its own.”

“Well punched, big guy.” Qiao Jiajin also walked over slowly. “If I took that punch, I’d be dead.”

Qinglong was embedded in the wall, his brain completely chaotic. His most prized killing technique, “Soul Seizing,” had actually been restricted… What kind of brilliant method could accomplish this?

But he hadn’t met Qi Xia face to face yet, and hadn’t contacted any strange people either, so how could this…

Wait.

Just now… how could he not have contacted any strange people?

“I remember whose voice that was…” Qinglong’s eyes instantly turned ice-cold.