399 Qin Hua’s Roars

Blood Poison Gang, Qingzhou City

Wen Zonghao maintained a calm expression as he observed the flourishing members of the Blood Poison Gang on the dock. Of his five adopted sons, two had been killed, and two were consumed by the strange green mist. Only Huang Qiguang remained.

Huang Qiguang stood nearby, a crestfallen expression on his face. He had thought that after eliminating four people, his time to rise had come. But surprisingly, the crisis that followed Qin Huai’s ‘death’ had quietly resolved on the seventh day. His foster father, Wen Zonghao, had adopted two more sons who were even stronger than him.

Stealing a glance at Wen Zonghao’s back and the two towering men behind him, Huang Qiguang felt the surge of their powerful presence.

“Qiguang, go handle your duties,” Wen Zonghao commanded.

“Yes, Foster Father,” Huang Qiguang replied, a cautious expression on his face as he left the area.

Wen Zonghao admired the beautiful river scenery. The great demon tide showed no signs of abating. The two other major gangs in the outer city, the Mountain City Gang and the Thunderbolt Gang, had both been damaged by the Great Demon’s invasion. Choosing to stay low, they had reduced their territories.

However, the Blood Poison Gang, relying on the two new adopted sons and their significantly strong subordinates, had expanded their territories, leading to double the profits compared to before. The saying about making a fortune every day no longer fit Wen Zonghao’s current situation.

Wen Zonghao gently raised his hand, a line of blood floating on his palm. The two burly men behind him simultaneously extended their hands, producing a similar line of blood. This was their way of confirming each other’s identities, a unique method used by the Sacred Heart sect disciples. It ensured that any disguised demon couldn’t approach him.

Or perhaps… they were hoping for a demon to come, as it would mean a hearty meal. It was uncertain who the actual prey was between them and the demon.

However, Wen Zonghao had been feeling uneasy lately. The image of Qin Huai kept appearing in his dreams. “I keep dreaming that Qin Huai will escape the strange world and come to kill me,” he confessed, looking unhappy.

“Impossible, Leader,” one of the burly men refuted. “The bronze realm has been around for at least ten thousand years. Nobody has ever walked out of it unscathed, and most survivors lose their memories.”

“Even if Qin Huai does manage to escape, it will take decades,” he continued. “The fastest escape record from Qingzhou is twenty-seven years, set by Wuji Mountain.”

“And besides, even if Qin Huai comes out, so what?” the man on the left added, his voice low but filled with confidence. “A mere bone pattern realm martial artist isn’t a threat to us.”

“That’s true,” Wen Zonghao agreed, his smile becoming more relaxed.

The Blood Poison Gang had two visceral prefecture realm experts. Even if Qin Huai managed to escape from the strange situation, he would still be doomed.

…

Rumble…

Another month passed.

The level-one array shrouded by the bronze wall began to sprinkle a light rain. This abrupt change stirred Qin Huai from his meditative state. He gazed up at the sky, saying, “This drizzle doesn’t feel celebratory.”

A soft breeze whistled within his body. He then activated his five fully-mastered techniques. Immediately, the bone patterns on his bones illuminated and converged on his chest, radiating a bright, glorious light.

This brilliance was due to Qin Huai’s two techniques, the four-directional tiger-wolf technique and nine dragons true qi technique, which were both located on his ribs. They intertwined with each other, their bone patterns coexisting in harmony.

Roar…

Qin Huai let out a low growl that sounded like a blend of a dragon’s roar and a tiger’s cry. Feeling a strange sensation, he drew in a deep breath, causing the bone patterns on his ribs and chest to shine even brighter. He roared forcefully, awakening the dragon king within him as well as the blood-red tiger wolf in his bronze world, both roaring in unison.

Sound waves burst forth from his mouth, transforming into layers of compressed air currents that became rings of energy, shooting outwards.

Boom!

The trees ten meters ahead were instantly toppled, followed by the forest further away. The destructive shockwave expanded, obliterating the trees in its path and even shattering a thirty-meter-tall giant tree in the direction of the roar.

Gradually, the radiance of Qin Huai’s bone patterns dimmed. “This is… the combined tiger roar and dragon roar.” He hadn’t expected that he would awaken a new skill, even without igniting all the bone patterns in his body.

“A direct attack like this could damage an expert with five fully mastered techniques,” Qin Huai mused, speaking quietly.

This was one of his few long-range attacks. In the future, if he faced an enemy who could fly, this tiger roar and dragon roar technique would undoubtedly prove useful.

Thump thump thump…

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the distance. Fang Huo was rushing over, with Xiang Mingfeng and the others not far behind.

“What’s wrong, Brother Zhou?” they asked, expressions filled with tension.

“It’s fine. I just felt like roaring,” Qin Huai reassured them.

“That’s good…” they responded, visibly relieved.

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