464: The White Tiger warrior struck with blood and died tragically

Just as Lin Xuan frowned, carefully studying the message Su Qingge left...

On the other side.

In Bu Jiang Town, terrified crowds could be seen everywhere.

Many of them were martial artists who usually held their heads high and considered themselves invincible, but at this moment, they were all filled with terror, scrambling to escape outside the town...

"Run! Run!"

"White Tiger General is about to collapse, when that devil is free, it will be our turn to suffer!"

"Horrible! It's too horrible! This is the first time I've encountered such a devilish way of killing; a person was sucked into a dried corpse in the blink of an eye, unheard of!"

"Those seniors who went up to assist in the fight were all killed by Jiang Yangping!"

"Facing this kind of devil, we simply can't win, let's run for our lives!"

...

Actually, it's no wonder everyone was so panicked.

Not long ago, some well-known martial arts masters, seeing White Tiger General falling into a disadvantage, volunteered to unite, attempting to rely on their numbers to eliminate evil and uphold justice, and to punish Jiang Yangping.

For a time, Inner Strength masters from various families responded to the call, including many at the Peak of Inner Strength, and even some old seniors at the Great Perfection of Inner Strength.

Unfortunately, everyone's confidence only lasted for two and a half seconds before it vanished with a casual blow from Jiang Yangping.

It was only then that everyone present deeply realized... what it meant that below the Grandmaster level, all are ants.

Whether at the Peak of Inner Strength or Great Perfection, none could withstand a single move from Jiang Yangping, as if they were leeks actively offering themselves up for him to harvest.

Later, the terrified crowd no longer dared to show off, fleeing like birds and beasts, leaving only White Tiger General still struggling to hold on...

"A bunch of ants, daring to try and shake an elephant, simply overestimating yourselves."

"All become my nourishment, help me reach the pinnacle! This is your honor! Hahahaha..."

...

At this moment, Jiang Yangping was no longer the immortal-like figure he was before; his entire body exuded an evil and terrifying aura, and he laughed maniacally without stopping.

He threw away the dried corpse in his hand, his crimson eyes once again looking at White Tiger General, whose left arm had been torn off, not far away, and said sinisterly:

"Chen Hu, stop making futile struggles! Isn't it better to die quickly?"

"Don't worry! As we've known each other, I will end everything in an instant, letting you die without pain."

"Or, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? If you have any last words you want to leave for your wife and children, I can mercifully convey them for you."

...

White Tiger General clutched the bleeding wound on his left arm, cold sweat pouring from the pain.

But upon hearing Jiang Yangping's death announcement, he not only showed no fear but instead coughed up blood and smiled freely.

"Death can be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. It's my duty; before the people are completely out of danger, I cannot fall."

"It's you, Senior Jiang... no, you who are obsessed with unorthodox practices, you no longer deserve to be called 'senior' by me!"

"We martial artists should use our skills to protect our homes and country, practice the path of justice, and safeguard the common people. We are not like evil cults like you, who disregard human life for selfish gain."

"Even if I fall today, thousands upon thousands more like me will rise in the future; someone will always bring you to justice."

..."Bring me to justice? Hahahaha..." As if he had heard the biggest joke, Jiang Yangping laughed maniacally, "As long as I absorb all of you 'sacrifices' today, I will surely become the strongest in this era."

"This is why I dared to reveal myself today."

"Who can kill me? Who dares to kill me? Who can kill me? Hahahaha..."

"Chen Hu, I didn't expect your last words in life to be these jokes! Very good, you really did amuse me. Now, you can go die!"

...

Jiang Yangping's smile gradually receded, becoming sinister and terrifying.

Clearly, White Tiger General's words had somewhat stung Jiang Yangping's heart; enraged, he was eager to eliminate this sharp-tongued fellow in front of him.

As Jiang Yangping's killing intent surged, White Tiger General knew that he was about to go all out.

But no trace of fear appeared in his pupils; there was only determination.

He turned to look at the panicked crowd behind him, and the soldiers who were ready to die with him, and suddenly roared:

"Everyone! You must watch this punch closely!"

"Why?" Someone was startled, not understanding.

"Because this punch... will be very cool."

White Tiger General, with his heart set on death, suddenly grinned, amused by himself.

Immediately, his aura surged, as he forcibly burned his life to unleash the most glorious punch of his life.

"Everyone, listen to this tiger's roar!!!"

As White Tiger General's eyes widened and his hair stood on end, his momentum instantly reached its peak.

He clenched his remaining right hand into a fist, channeling all his True Qi into it.

Unable to withstand the powerful force gained by overdrawing his life, his right fist instantly turned blood-red, and irregular cracks, like a shattered mirror, began to appear on it.

"Roar--"

As the momentum of the punch grew, a furious tiger seemed to appear behind White Tiger General, roaring at the sky, its sound shaking the nine heavens.

The whistling punch wind, carrying endless power, seemed to tear apart the heavens and earth.

That majestic aura, like surging giant waves, one after another, made the onlookers not far away tremble with fear.

"Jiang Yangping! Can you block this punch, the result of my forty years of effort?!"

"Tiger's Might Shakes the Heavens Punch!!!!"

With a thunderous roar, White Tiger General's muscles tensed, as if every inch of his skin contained explosive power.

He stomped on the river surface, his figure like an arrow leaving the bowstring, instantly shooting forward, raising a gust of wind, his clothes flapping, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

This punch condensed all his potential, anger, unwillingness, and determination, and it was also the burning essence of his life.

With this strike, he gave his all, sacrificing everything.

The punch wind howled, and the air seemed to be torn apart at that instant, emitting sharp whistling sounds—a manifestation of power reaching its extreme, proof of White Tiger General's full effort.

Before the punch arrived, the momentum had already reached, and an unprecedented sense of oppression spread across the field.

"A little something, but not much."

Jiang Yangping narrowed his eyes slightly, becoming a little more serious; White Tiger General's all-out strike finally made him feel a trace of pressure.

Of course, only a trace... In the tearful, hopeful gazes of countless people.

White Tiger General unleashed his lifelong learning to the extreme; the punch wind was like thunder, seemingly tearing the heavens and earth apart.

"Seeking death."

However, just as this world-dominating strike seemed poised to change the tide of the battle, an even steadier, deeper fist intent emerged, like an ancient mountain pressing down, unmoving.

Jiang Yangping's lips curled into a disdainful sneer, then he likewise threw a punch.

Jiang Yangping's punch seemed unremarkable, yet it contained endless mysteries and profound skill, and it met White Tiger General's blood-burning strike with effortless ease.

The moment the two fists met, there was no earth-shattering impact as expected, only an indescribable wave of power quietly spread, as if even space itself distorted at that moment.

However, the outcome was already decided.

White Tiger General's punch power instantly collapsed before Jiang Yangping.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

He crashed heavily to the ground, his life force rapidly fading.

His wide-open eyes seemed to still speak of his unwillingness and resentment.

But this was the cruel reality; the gap between an initial stage of Transformation and Great Accomplishment of Transformation was like an uncrossable chasm.

"Giving everything, yet still unable to protect anything..."

White Tiger General felt bitter in his heart, his consciousness gradually blurring.

But his tiger-like eyes remained fixed on Jiang Yangping, unwilling to close for a long time, as if expressing the unwillingness in his heart.

As for Jiang Yangping, his clothes merely stirred slightly, and a tiny rip appeared at his cuff.

That was the only trace he left in this confrontation, insignificant, yet enough to display his unfathomable cultivation.

On the battlefield, silence reigned for a moment; everyone was too shocked by the sudden turn of events to speak.

The crowd witnessed White Tiger General's bravery and unyielding spirit, and also witnessed Jiang Yangping's unfathomable depth—a power that transcended normal human understanding, the true Peak of Martial Arts... The next second, White Tiger General tragically fell!!!