The sickly man called Mu 'er slowly walked out of the backyard.
Qin Chuan had only taken a few steps when he saw the person who had stopped him. He was very young, but that was only his appearance. He was very thin and weak, and his face was sickly pale. He gave off the feeling that he was frail and weak. Only his eyes were somewhat sharp, and at this moment, there was a strange glow in them as he stared at Qin Chuan.
When Qin Chuan saw this man, he was also stunned. Although this man looked young, he was much stronger than the old men from before. In fact, he was a lot stronger.
"Attack!" Qinchuan said calmly.
Qinchuan's body was still spotless. Although he had been fighting, he didn't look like he was in a sorry state. One could tell that Qinchuan's strength was extraordinary.
At this point, Qinchuan was a little numb. At this stage, he could only continue fighting until the He Family woke up.
"You must die today!" The man said slowly.
His voice sounded weak.
"Look, the sickly young master has appeared." Someone outside said.
"The sickly young master is the most outstanding young man in the He Family."
"So what? He is still not as good as the four young masters."
"Maybe not, but no one dares to look down on the sickly young master. His ability is very special. If he really fought the four young masters, he might have a chance of winning."
"That's true. If it wasn't for some special reason, this sickly young master wouldn't have entered the ranks of the four young masters."
"I heard that he cultivates sickness energy, which is even scarier than poison energy. Moreover, he can affect his opponent's mood …"
"So mysterious. Is that true?"
"Let's take a look and find out."
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"Many people said the same thing before, but I am alive and they are dead." Qinchuan said calmly.
"Cut the crap and die!"
The sickly man, He Mu 'Er, straightforwardly cut off Qin Chuan's words and stretched out a pair of hands. His hands were completely pale and looked quite uncomfortable, and a greyish-green aura flowed out.
Wu wu!
He Mu 'er opened his mouth and made a series of sounds. The sound wasn't loud but it was very penetrating. It contained strong mental strength.
Yes, it affected his emotions!
Qinchuan was taken aback. He felt that after this aura entered his body, his entire body felt weak. This was a state of mental illness, just like the fear ability that Qinchuan had encountered in the past.
Those with weak resistance would be affected, and their combat ability would naturally be greatly reduced.
This was an attack on one's spiritual power. A person's combat power included their spirit, energy, and spirit. If their spirit was weak, it would affect their reaction and willpower.
Roar!
The roar of the Buddha rang out, directly dispelling those emotions.
The man on the other side was also stunned, but he did not have much of a reaction. His figure flashed, and he directly charged at Qinchuan. He was very fast, and as he charged forward, his entire body seemed to become more and more blurry, surrounded by greyish-green gas.
Shua!
A pair of pale palms grabbed at Qinchuan like the hands of hell.
Hand of Death!
An eerie cold air and a pale, slightly withered hand with a grayish-green aura directly grabbed at Qinchuan.
It was like a ghostly claw.
Awe-Inspiring righteousness!
The power of Buddha!
Yin Yang Hand's Heavenly Sun Palm!
A golden halo appeared, and Qinchuan violently collided with the man.
Gua!
A clear and violent sound rang out, and a circle of aura that could be seen by the naked eye dispersed. Qinchuan was not afraid of the other party's illness affecting his emotions. He had the Awe-Inspiring Righteousness and the power of Buddha.
At this moment, Qinchuan felt that he was very lucky. Although the Awe-Inspiring Righteousness could restrain some crooked techniques, and so could the power of Buddha, there was a limit to how much it could restrain.
It was like how water could put out a fire, but it was like trying to put out a burning cart of firewood with a cup of water. The difference in strength was too great, and it was useless to restrain the other party. When their strength was the same, there was only a slight advantage, but at most, it would be three thousand damage to the enemy, and eight hundred damage to oneself.
After a contact, the man's figure retreated. His face seemed to have turned even paler, but he was still calm. He looked at Qinchuan, and then he raised his hand again.
Hand of Death!
It was still the Hand of Death, but it was different from the last time. It was very different. This time, a dark green figure appeared faintly, and it was dozens of meters tall. This huge figure stretched out a pair of snow-white palms, and grabbed towards Qinchuan.
The aura was violent, cold, and strange.
Qinchuan opened his golden God's Eye, and when he saw it, he was slightly shocked.
This sick man was really not simple. This He Mu 'er had obtained something like the Inheritance of Death.
The so-called Inheritance of Death was something that an expert would comprehend at the moment of death. Then, he would use his own resentment and unwillingness, and in a specific situation, to become an inheritance.
At the moment of death, the things that were comprehended were not bad, and the power was not weak either. This was because at that moment, the explosive power and consciousness were terrifying. At that moment, he could see everything clearly, and understand everything. It could be said that he had achieved great enlightenment.
In that situation, the things that were comprehended were precious, and the potential was huge.
This sick man from the He Clan had obtained it by chance. This was because there was a requirement for people to obtain such an inheritance. They had to be terminally ill. Only people who were terminally ill would have the ability to fight without fear, and only such people could unleash their greatest potential.
He Mu 'er was such a person. He was terminally ill, and he didn't want to wait for death at home. He wanted to go out and see the world. By chance, he obtained this inheritance, and his body had recovered.
Divine Hand!
A snow-white light appeared on Qinchuan's hand, incomparably holy. He struck out with the Yin Yang Hand and Heavenly Sun Hand, fusing the Divine Hand into it.
Death Qi!
Anger!
Dao of All Things Grow!
Qinchuan was confident, and he wasn't afraid. He struck out violently, directly colliding with that terrifying figure.
Boom!
A heaven-shaking roar rang out.
Life Qi and Death Qi canceled each other out.
Roar!
That huge figure shattered and disappeared. He Mu 'er took a step back, and looked at Qinchuan with a complicated gaze. Even his Hand of Death couldn't kill him.
Shua!
This time, He Mu 'er's aura surged. After that, he directly formed seals with his hands.
A green imprint appeared, and on it was a dazzling bone head with two black bird's nests. It looked like it could suck one's soul into it.
Death Imprint!
The green death imprint flew towards Qinchuan, letting out a shrill cry that pierced the eardrums of those who heard it. Many people in the surroundings covered their ears, and those who weren't strong directly fainted from the impact. There were no ordinary people here, or they might die even if they were far away.
Supreme Bodhi Suppression Imprint!
Qinchuan formed seals with his hands, and buddhist chants rang out unceasingly.
A huge hand of a deity came crashing down from the sky and smashed into the green seal of death.
Golden light flashed, Supreme Bodhi Suppression Imprint.
The death imprint trembled unceasingly, and the golden buddha hand imprint smashed down.
Bang!
The death imprint instantly dissipated.