Chapter 151: Chapter 151

The secret technique, Circulation, was a rather peculiar one. It hardly increased lethality, required a massive consumption of vital energy and blood to activate, and even inflicted self-damage. Thus, most Demon-Path Messengers never practiced it—Medicine Master Wen was one of the very rare exceptions.

Because the presumed enemies of Demon-Path Messengers were demons, and demons didn’t dodge. The feint of Circulation was meaningless to them.

However, in battles between Messengers, Circulation had unfathomable tactical value.

A successful tactical deception could become the turning point of the entire battle.

Zhong Ji originally prepared this trump card for Boreuo. Combining Circulation with his Blood-Shadow Kill would allow him to remain untouched in a thunderstorm. If he could trick Boreuo into misfiring their Thunderstorm Time at a critical moment, the psychological blow might be enough to collapse the morale of Boreuo’s followers.

Unless everyone died, Boreuo would eventually learn the truth, and this surprise attack would lose its value. But for the sake of the Legendary Gauntlets, such a sacrifice was completely acceptable.

This was the trump card meant for dealing with the Grand Dharma Protector Boreuo. Let your death validate my ultimate technique—you should die without regret!

Zhong Ji held back nothing. His vital energy and blood surged like boiling water, and the Hundred-Refined Demon Claw was wrapped in dark light—it had clearly activated its power! He let out a savage howl like a starving wolf, his hands becoming blurs as he lunged at the Bunny Heroine!

The Bunny Heroine dodged left and right, each time narrowly evading his assaults. Within ten seconds, Zhong Ji showed not the slightest worry—on the contrary, a mocking smile spread across his face.

The more he attacked, the faster he got.

The faster he attacked, the greater his attack resistance.

After fifty consecutive strikes, his attack speed would reach its peak, and even Third-Stage Demon Lords couldn’t interrupt his offense. With the slow and delay effect of the Hundred-Refined Demon Claw, he had once vivisected a fellow Third-Stage Messenger alive—the man couldn’t even run. Within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, only bare white bones remained!

And now, he was near peak attack speed. No matter what his opponent did, she couldn’t interrupt him. As long as she got hit once, a storm of blows would follow—and she could only be battered to pieces like a pitiful doll!

With a sharp metallic clang, Zhong Ji’s attack abruptly halted. He saw his right hand deflected and a jolt of countershock pain ignited his killing intent even further.

He clawed at the little girl's throat with his left hand, but she simply smiled and batted it away with her sword once more.

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“Uncle, I’ve already seen through you,” she said with a bored look. “If that’s all you’ve got, then go ahead and die.”

I’m a Third-Stage Messenger, one of the top five chairs of Shu Mountain, Blood Attendant Zhong Ji!

And you—a snot-nosed brat whose brain hasn’t even fully formed—dare say you’ve seen through me!?

The blood-red glow on the little girl’s body consumed Zhong Ji’s vision. Hostile, malicious, murderous—it stung his eyes, nauseated him.

Earlier, he had howled to summon strength—but now, Zhong Ji truly roared like a beast, his mind filled with one thought: tear this enemy apart!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

It was like iron being hammered by his ears—clang after clang driving him mad. The only way to vent was to attack harder and faster. He refused to believe she could block forever. Just one hit—just one—

Suddenly, a crisp, tragic crack echoed from his hands. Zhong Ji snapped out of his blood rage.

He watched as his long-time companion, the Hundred-Refined Demon Claw, shattered into fragments. It felt like his heart broke along with it. The dark light vanished, revealing the cold gleam of steel, and with it, his rage dissipated—reason returned.

The Hundred-Refined Demon Claw—was broken.

His Demon-Path Token—was broken!

A longsword gleaming with blue starlight pierced toward his throat. Zhong Ji instinctively dodged and retaliated with a claw—but without the Demon Claw, his barehanded strike couldn’t breach a token’s defense.

Yet the little girl still leapt aside to dodge.

Zhong Ji instantly realized he’d made a mistake… maybe everything had been a mistake from the start… and that mistake might now cost him his life.

The moment the little girl triggered Thunderstorm Time through her dodge, Zhong Ji immediately activated Blood-Shadow Kill to retreat. But before he could take a single step, his back hit solid rock. Not just behind—he realized he was surrounded by cliffs on all sides… The only way out was forward—straight into the rain of sword flashes.

While he had lost control in his blood rage, she had cornered him step by step into this narrow spot. He had no choice but to face her prepared killing blow!

Never had the starlight shone so clearly. Never had the swordlight gleamed so brilliantly. In an instant, Zhong Ji realized he had already been stabbed over ten times—but his protective token hadn’t reacted at all. A veteran of many battles, he instantly guessed the truth—it was a delayed-trigger token!

Before the girl could continue, he stomped off the cliff with his left foot, then kicked off a stone with his right. In just three steps, he forcibly leapt onto the stone!

The Bunny Heroine gaped below, watching Zhong Ji escape.

She couldn’t jump like that. The game didn’t even offer that kind of action!

At that moment, she felt someone grab her collar from behind. Turning around, she saw Medicine Master Wen—lifting her like a kitten and hurling her over the rock like a cannonball.

Even Medicine Master Wen herself found it odd. She’d thrown many things—but this was her first time tossing a little girl.

She intended to follow immediately—but the sound of scattered footsteps echoed behind her. Turning around, she saw Demon-Path Messengers closing in with ill intent.

You think you can take me just because the Bunny Heroine is gone?

Medicine Master Wen laughed in both anger and amusement. This was her first time being underestimated since becoming a Third-Stage Messenger.

“So be it.” Spinning her Soul-Severing Spear, she marched toward the Demon-Path Messengers. Her march became a charge. “I need a few heads anyway… Otherwise, how could I face my little sister?”

Zhong Ji staggered toward the stronghold, bleeding from every orifice, eyes wild, arms limp, blood dripping from his sleeves like swaying willows.

Thankfully, his defensive token was the Heartguard Mirror of the Great Liang, barely withstanding the Bunny Heroine’s Starlight Storm. But then that monster girl followed too—forcing him to activate Blood-Shadow Kill once again to flee.

Then, Zhong Ji discovered something terrifying—he was completely drained. Both vital energy and spirit were empty.

Blood-Shadow Kill was an extremely costly move—requiring a secret technique, a rare pair of acceleration boots, and a rare jade pendant for perception. Only with all three could he dart through obstacles and assassinate with precision.

He had known this weakness—but he always killed or escaped before it mattered. No one had ever cornered him .

Worse still, once he fled, he realized both arms were fractured from countershock. Even the jostling from running caused searing pain—he couldn’t even draw out a Spirit Jade, much less replenish the Heartguard Mirror.

“My elder brother is Blood Minister Zhong Shu! You can’t kill me!” he yelled while fleeing. “If you kill me, my brother will hunt you to the ends of the earth—anyone related to you will die!”

“Then I must eliminate you. If you live, you’ll only urge him to avenge you,” the Bunny Heroine replied casually while slashing. “One Third-Stage Messenger is better than dealing with two, don’t you think?”

“No! I won’t seek revenge! I know I was wrong—I’ll never dare again! From now on, I’ll avoid you like the plague! I’ll even speak well of you to my brother—the Blood Minister’s men will be your allies!”

Zhong Ji didn’t even dodge anymore—he just threw everything into running. He meant every word—he truly feared her now… But revenge would surely come later. Wolves turn cruel again after healing. Beasts are always beasts.

Almost there—the stronghold’s gate came into view. One more layer of his Heartguard Mirror shattered… but he was still alive.

Because he heard the most familiar voice of all!

A thunderous roar exploded from within the stronghold. A figure in crimson and violet robes burst forth like a ghost, launching a vile blood arrow across the courtyard: “Whoever harmed my Third Brother—die!”

Seeing this, Zhong Ji’s hairs stood on end—as if the arrow was aimed at him. He almost wished it were! He used all his strength to intercept it—but his arms were too damaged, and he could only watch it fly past him.

Following its path—was the little girl’s smiling face. Her lips curved in mocking amusement—as if laughing at a foolish adult.

Thunderstorm Time, activated.

Zhong Ji could no longer count the swords. He staggered into the stronghold as she shouted behind him:

“I’ll give you ten seconds for your last words. Don’t thank me—it’s just how kind I am!”

“Third Brother!” The Blood Minister rushed over and caught him, his face dark as a wrathful Buddha upon seeing the ruined arms. “Don’t be afraid. Your big brother is here—I swear I’ll—”

“Big Brother, Big Brother!” Zhong Ji wept, sobbing out his final plea: “Don’t… don’t let Fu’er become like us. Let Fu’er go to the garrison… just be… just be an ordinary—”

Over twenty sword strikes exploded simultaneously. The Heartguard Mirror shattered, and Zhong Ji was torn into a ragged blood pouch. His blood flowed into a dark red pool. In life, he had been vile and selfish—in death, selfless and kind.

Blood Attendant Zhong Ji, dead.

The Blood Minister cradled his mangled brother. After a moment, he gently laid him down—as if afraid to disturb his rest.

The Bunny Heroine said nothing the entire time—only watched in silence. When the Blood Minister finally looked at her, she asked, “Fu’er—is that his son?”

“You two were pretty close then.”

“Yeah,” the Blood Minister replied.