Chapter 101: Tarot Gate Twenty - The Secret Art of Burning Essence Blood

  Why did he only accept her on her third attempt to throw herself at him, was it because he was forcing himself or because he was too heartless?

  Forget it, thinking about Ye Qing makes me want to vomit blood. I just hope to slap him in the face with a loud smack, but please don't let us lose our wife and soldiers too!

  Ye Qing's heart was still uneasy, so he continued to use the Wind Binding Technique, tying Hou Yijiu up tightly before feeling slightly more at ease.

  Those who were lying on the ground watching were not convinced at first, Ye Qing used his divine wisdom to help them, but they still didn't have much enlightenment. Now they finally understand that each of them is also a powerful hero who dominates one side. However, today they were intimidated by Jiuyi's majesty and found a way out in a daze. Now they realize that Ye Qing is the only sober one among all the drunk people, and that trick is just like lice on a bald head - it's obvious!

  One of the black peach 10 with a fierce face, actually fiercely spat at Ye Qing's mouth, Ye Qing was a bit of a cleanliness freak, although he didn't have the strength to spit on Ye Qing, but Ye Qing's uneasy heart was stirred up again by this annoying guy.

  Ye Qing lightly sighed and said: "Since someone doesn't want to see a slap in the face, then go die!"

  Ye Qing finished speaking, and directly stomped on the head of Tarot Door's Black Peach 10 with his foot. The "plop" sound, like a watermelon bursting open, announced the official start of the Hell Feast.

  Many people wanted to escape, but unfortunately, those who were drunk really had no strength. Although their minds were clear as a mirror, they just didn't have any energy. Of course, they wouldn't have the strength; it wasn't just them - even if it was the seniors of the foundation-building stage who drank the divine wine, they would only be able to fall down drunk.

  They could only shout with their throats, what a pity, even if they shouted hoarse, the people outside couldn't hear. Even if the people outside could hear, what's the use? The entire Emperor Hotel, and even the entire Yanjing, all the most powerful people are gathered here, do they still want to call the police or something?

  Ye Qing, amidst the ear-piercing screams of terror from everyone, suddenly thrust a strand of clear energy into Jiǔ Tiān's body. Jiǔ Tiān abruptly opened his eyes, startling Ye Qing, who instinctively slapped him with a loud and crisp "smack", feeling refreshed!

  But Ye Qing never thought that his Qing Shen Jue, combined with a slap from him, would actually wake up Jiǔ Tiān.

  This eleven-layered Qi-refining master was originally without a single bit of strength, but the art of cultivating immortality is vast and boundless like the sea of smoke, how do you know that this Jiǔ Tiān doesn't have some kind of life-saving secret technique?

  Ye Qing only saw that Yi Jiu Tian's face suddenly turned red, then white, and after repeating this several times, Ye Qing discovered that Yi Jiu Tian's cultivation was rapidly rising with each change in expression. Every time his face changed, his cultivation terrifyingly advanced a realm, until he reached the 13th layer of Qi Refining, Great Perfection Realm, where it finally stopped.

  Ye Qing naturally didn't know that Yi Jiu Tian was using a secret technique that burned his own vital energy, and every time he changed his face, it would cost him ten years of his life span. How many decades could a Qi-refining stage cultivator afford to lose?

  Ye Qing quickly released a few wind blades and put on the blood skull mask, even if it meant destroying the Emperor's Hotel, he had to use Shadow Fist to eliminate everyone here.

  Some of the weaker ones who had already regretted it cried, sobbing and saying: "Why did I just come to eat a meal, how did I end up in a battle against the Blood Skull?"

  This was also his last words in this world, Ye Qing retreated backwards and accidentally stepped on his head again, of course, Ye Qing wouldn't say sorry.

  Yi Jiutian's cultivation was terrifyingly raised to the great perfection of the 13th layer of Qi Refining through the secret technique of burning his own essence and blood. Indeed, it was extraordinary. With a loud scream, the bone structure and meridians on his body burst into a series of cracking sounds, and the Wind Binding Technique that bound him was suddenly broken.

  Ye Qing raised his hand, and with a single swipe, he conjured up an enormous wind blade. If Ye Qing were to unleash this wind blade into the sky, the Emperor's Grand Building would be destroyed, split in half from the middle.

  Unexpectedly, Hou Yijiu's body began to sway back and forth. He first strained to lift his bow, then went to feel for his arrow. Seeing this, Ye Qing didn't rush to use the Shadow Fist Technique after all.

  Yi Jiutian never thought that after sleeping with a schoolgirl, his ten Demon-Slaying Arrows would all be broken in two. Yi Jiutian held the arrowhead that was only half left and couldn't string it on the bow no matter what.

  Ye Qing's unbalanced mind has finally found balance. Money splashing into the water, slaps hitting his face, all must be heard ringing out.

  Since the demon-slaying arrow of Jiǔ Tiān cannot be used, then he can prepare to suffer! Ye Qing once again uses a Wind Binding Technique, binding Jiǔ Tiān tightly and firmly.

  Although Hou Yi's entire body, except for his face, was bound up like a rice dumpling, no, it was actually tied up with the Wind Binding Technique, which is invisible but can only be felt. The reason why his face wasn't tied up wasn't that it couldn't be tied, but rather because his face had to be left out to be hit.

  The burning of Jiutian's essence and blood technique seems to have a very short effect, wasting decades of yangshou, it's really not worth it!

  Ye Qing thought of Yao Ji, and the anger in his heart began to burn slowly. A slap in the face, of course, needs a prelude, otherwise how can it gradually reach a perfect state, how can it be thoroughly enjoyable.

  Jiutian's whole body trembled with rage, his eyes wide open like a dead fish, and he spoke wildly: "So you're the Blood Skull, I'm so angry that I had no idea, I actually thought of you as a friend. But your female classmate, haha, she's really not bad, awesome, hahaha..."

  Ye Qing shook his head and said, "You're really incorrigible, let's fight!"

  Clap Clap Clap...

  This isn't applause, because no one here would applaud. This is the sound of slapping, both sides of Hou Yijiu's face were slapped until they were bloody and swollen, while Ye Qing's condition had just barely stabilized.

  Clap Clap Clap...

  This is still not applause, but the sound of slapping in the face.

  There were a few guys who weren't particularly brave, and they started talking nonsense. Some of them looked like they were hypnotized, and when Ye Qing slapped Jiǔ Tiān in the face, they would slap themselves in the face too. The whole private room had descended into madness. Ye Qing wiped the blood from his hand onto Jiǔ Tiān's clothes, and with a casual flick of his wrist, he conjured up a fireball that reduced Jiǔ Tiān to nothingness.

  The remaining people saw Ye Qing finally start burning alive, their Jianghu experience told them that their ending would be the same as Yi Jiu Tian.

  Perhaps Yu Jiutian was lucky, having been slapped in the face and suddenly burned to death. The pitiful ones were those who were burned afterwards, even though they only lagged behind Yu Jiutian by a few seconds, but the terror of being roasted seemed to have lasted for years. Although they knew they would be burned alive, they couldn't move, and the taste of waiting for death was even more unbearable than being burned itself. As a result, some people who were finally burned had expressions of relief on their faces.