Puff –

The sword easily cut through flesh and blood. The blade was submerged, sinking in with so much force behind it that even Qin Yu who was holding the hilt was dragged in. Blood churned all around, drenching him. As he drilled in, the flesh and blood around him wildly contracted.

Kacha –

Kacha –

In an instant, his arm and hand was nearly broken to fragments!

Qin Yu’s complexion was deathly pale. He stubbornly held onto the sword hilt, not allowing himself to fall back into the crazily shaking esophagus. The tumor maniacally shook as it put up its last ditch struggle. Pained howls rose up from inside and out, and only after an hour did it begin to slowly fade away. The wriggling flesh and blood began to relax and blood erupted like a fountain, pouring all over Qin Yu. As this blood fell onto his wounds, it was unexpectedly absorbed by him.

Hu –

Qin Yu felt as if his body had caught fire from within. His exposed skin and flesh suddenly turned deep vibrant red, as if he were a piece of iron in a blazing furnace. Steam evaporated from all around him, and this steam was light red like burning flames. As Qin Yu opened his eyes, his pupils had turned crimson in color. They were cruel, tyrannical, ruthless, and utterly emotionless.

Ignoring his arm injuries, he grabbed tight to the Hundred Nether Sword and used it to tear open the flesh and blood in the wound around him. As he strained himself, broken...