Modern World's Martial Dao Human Immortal

Only those whose hands are stained with more than one human life can accumulate such a murderous aura.

He dared not be the slightest bit distracted any longer, he crouched halfway, his feet suddenly exerted force, and he lunged forward to strike at the onrushing Alkaid.

A head-on clash!

The instant they made contact, Xia Li twisted his body, dodging Alkaid's straight punch, with his right hand flashing out like lightning, in an instant landing on Alkaid's shoulder, his white shirt instantly tearing apart.

However, before he could apply force with the five fingers grasping Alkaid's shoulder to crush the bones, Alkaid's shoulders vibrated violently, slipped away, and, as if covered in some kind of sticky candy, wriggled free from the grip.

Immediately following, he shifted his body, pressing close to Xia Li's punching right hand, turning and slamming his entire body into Xia Li's chest.

Iron Mountain Lean.

Xia Li's pupils shrank dramatically, just as Alkaid was about to slam into his chest, he managed, with utmost precision, to hollow his chest slightly inward, causing the astonishing force from the impact to miss its target and throw off even Alkaid's balance slightly.

"Die!"

Xia Li's chest reverberated.

It seemed as if a huge force erupted through that shout.

But before he could follow up with a next move, Alkaid, who was leaning forward, forcefully kicked off with his left foot!

"Crack!"

The floor shattered!

His figure, following the push off of his left foot, abruptly soared into the air!

His right leg bent, his knee shot upward, carrying a brutal force, slamming into Xia Li's chest.

"Not good!"

Xia Li was startled, pushing down with his palms at full speed to block the knee that Alkaid was slamming toward him.

But...

Too late!

"Thump!"

A muted sound spread upon their collision.

Xia Li's face flushed, his eyes bloodshot from pain, but a strong will allowed him to suppress the agony of broken ribs.

He shifted his right foot to the side, with vigor sinking down, a solid imprint was left on the flagstone floor beneath his foot.

In one step, he forcibly stabilized his body, using his chest to resist against Alkaid's knee, his hands rapidly circled and latched on, clamping onto Alkaid's entire upper body, left hand, right leg, waist in a grip.

Strangle!

His physique had already surpassed the human limit, the clamping force of his hands was enough to instantaneously break a person's ribs and spine.

"Lift!"

Xia Li roared, his vigor erupting, biceps trembling wildly as the force surged upward, lifting Alkaid, who was tightly caught, into the air.

Then, with a forceful thrust of his waist, he arched backward, and Alkaid was slammed back-first toward the ground, aiming squarely at the head.

If this strike connected, Alkaid's skull would surely shatter, resulting in his immediate death.

Just as Xia Li lifted Alkaid into the air, about to smash him down, Alkaid's strength surged, and his right hand burst forth like a dragon emerging from the sea. With vigor dissipating, he broke free from the tight enclosure of his arms, then clenched his fist as if it were an axe splitting a mountain, and ferociously hammered down toward Xia Li's face.

If Xia Li continued to arch back, he would certainly force Alkaid's skull to shatter against the ground, but in doing so, his forehead would undoubtedly be struck by Alkaid's fist, and the ultimate outcome...

They would both perish!

Alkaid would die!

He...

Would also die!

As the number one figure in Yunmeng City's underworld, with a net worth of hundreds of millions and a life of luxury, as well as holding an important position, how could Xia Li be willing to perish along with this young man with a cheap life whose origins he didn't even know?

"Ha!"

At the crucial moment, Xia Li shouted explosively, his waist twisted, and Alkaid, weighing over eighty kilograms, was thrown by the force in his arms like a sandbag, harshly flung towards a solid wall.

Alkaid, in mid-air as if he hadn't seen the wall he was about to hit, twisted his body sharply to regain balance and center of gravity.

"No matter who you are, today, there's only one fate awaiting you!"

Xia Li strode forward, carrying a formidable aura like a landslide and tsunami, boldly advancing.

Unstoppable!

Over the years, he had killed dozens directly with his bare hands, and the ferociousness accumulated from countless bloody slaughters exploded in full at that moment, enough to make an ordinary person's heart tremble with fear.

"Go to hell!"

At that moment, Alkaid, only a meter away from the wall, moved sideways, standing on the wall as if defying the laws of physics.

Yes!

He stood on the wall!

It was as if space had been folded ninety degrees, turning the wall into the ground, and he was now lying sideways, standing on the wall's surface!

As he stood sideways against the wall, his feet and lumbar spine were slightly bent with the inertia of being thrown.

Just like a spring compressed!

The next second...

The spring extended!

"Boom!"

The wall crumbled!

The wall of the house burst open like it had been hit by a wrecking ball, instantly forming a spiderweb of cracks two meters in diameter!

Dust flew in all directions.

The glass of the neighboring window shattered instantly, falling to the ground in pieces.

With the explosive force, Alkaid ferociously pounced, the vigor rising from beneath his feet coursed upwards, squeezed and channeled through his spine, flowing into his right hand and finally slamming down with the weight of Mount Tai.

Formless Six Harmonies.

A terrifying gust of wind came at him, making the air within a few meters radius seem to solidify and around that frozen air, one could hear the thundering sound of wind generated by the violent change in the airflow.

Xia Li's pupils shrank rapidly.

This is bad!

"Roar!"

From within Xia Li sounded a tiger's roar, and his bones crackled.

In this life-and-death moment, he stirred his bravery to the extreme, his blood boiling, mustering all his strength, like a roaring tiger in the woods, all his vigor seemed to solidify into matter, confronting Alkaid's thunderous blow head on.

Tiger Roars Supremely!

"Die!"

"Boom!"

A deep roar and the thunderous sound of an explosion occurred simultaneously.

A visible wave of air billowed dust and sand as it rapidly spread outwards.

Under the shocked gaze of the girl named Qing'er some tens of meters away, Xia Li's entire right arm twisted unnaturally, broken into who knows how many pieces, his humerus protruding through the flesh, exposed.

The strike that shattered Xia Li's arm continued with breath-stealing force, its momentum unabated as it pounded into Xia Li's chest—right at the critical spot of his heart!

"Boom!"

At the center of Xia Li's chest, his shirt worth tens of thousands burst apart as if struck by a cannonball, caving in a fist impression, with countless ribs broken.

The punch's force penetrated, piercing through his entire body.

Even the clothes on his back exploded into countless fragments.

The underworld king of Yunmeng City flew eight meters and crashed into a telephone pole. The reinforced concrete pole snapped instantly, scattering stone chips as the taut wires broke, shooting out electric sparks...

"You... who are you..."

Xia Li stared hard at Alkaid.

"Not transforming, huh."

Alkaid thought to himself.

He stood eight meters away, looking expressionlessly at Xia Li and spoke, "Dragon Shape Fist's ninth generation successor?"

With a "thud," Xia Li's body fell to the ground, kicking up dust, his chest faintly heaved for a moment before gradually losing breath.

"Is that all."

Alkaid said.

In the split second of speaking, he suddenly erupted, lunging like lightning toward Xia Li, a Formless blade materializing in his hand halfway through, aimed straight at Xia Li's head and stabbed down ruthlessly.

Xia Li, who had already stopped breathing, suddenly tried to rise, but was ultimately a step too slow!

"Sssh!"

Blood splattered everywhere!

The blade pierced through Xia Li's skull, nailing it to the ground.

Instantly, Xia Li's struggling figure stiffened.

The rapidly growing, demon-like claws on his hand also gradually retracted, turning back into the palm of a man in his fifties.