Ximen Wei's complexion blanched as a sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins, causing his blood to boil and then abruptly dissipate, leaving him with an intense headache that felt as though his skull was being cleaved in two. His thoughts were consumed by a maelstrom of anger and loathing, blotting out all other sensations and leaving him with a single, overpowering urge to unleash his wrath and wreak havoc upon his surroundings. Clutching his weapon with white-knuckled ferocity, Ximen Wei's gaze fixed upon Old Mao with eyes blazing with a feral, bloodthirsty light. In that moment, nothing else mattered - his only focus was to inflict death.
At the height of his power, Ximen Wei was an unstoppable force. Fueled by the power of four Qi Techniques, he lunged forward with deadly precision, plunging his empowered dagger deep into Old Mao's back with a fluid and merciless strike. The blade wreaked havoc upon Old Mao's internal organs and extraordinary meridians, causing untold damage with each passing moment. But Ximen Wei was not yet finished. With a brutal twist of his wrist, he tore the dagger upward, rending a massive gash in Old Mao's flesh and sending a spray of blood cascading through the air. With lightning speed, Ximen Wei delivered a vicious kick, sending Old Mao hurtling toward one of the statues and effectively silencing any screams that might have escaped his lips. In the same motion, Ximen Wei spun on his heel and cast his dagger with deadly accuracy, embedding it in the neck of one of the guards and ending his life in an instant.
The remaining three guards were struck with awe and fear as they witnessed the brutal efficiency of Ximen Wei's attack. Instinctively, they assumed defensive postures, steeling themselves for the inevitable confrontation with this formidable foe. With eyes blazing with madness and a snarl of rage twisting his lips, Ximen Wei charged forward, his fist raised high as he cried out, "Qi Technique - IRON FIST!" As he unleashed the full power of his technique, a spray of dark crimson blood erupted from Ximen Wei's eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, the result of overexerting himself with his Qi Techniques. The impact of his fist upon his opponent was devastating, producing a thunderous boom that echoed throughout.
Ximen Wei's devastating fist caused the armor of the guard to buckle and collapse, sending him flying through the air in a shower of blood. Though badly injured, the guard was not yet dead, and his companions sprang into action. With lightning speed, one of the guards swung his sword, landing a devastating blow on Ximen Wei and opening a deep, oozing gash on his back. Despite the severity of his wound, Ximen Wei seemed unfazed, his small frame pivoting to face the guard who had wounded him. A cruel smile twisted his lips as he formed an incantation gesture with his hands and unleashed his Qi Techniques, "Enfeeble!" followed by "Iron Fist!" The guard's expression turned to one of dread as he beheld the three fists descending upon him with unstoppable force. He knew that if those blows landed, his death would be all but certain.
The first strike from Ximen Wei's fist nearly shattered the silver armor of the guard, the second one completely obliterated it, leaving the guard gravely injured. The final blow crushed the guard's torso, reducing it to nothing more than limbs and a head, with an expression of terror and pain frozen on his face. Ximen Wei then turned his gaze to the final guard, his expression a picture of sheer madness, as if a devil himself was looking upon him. A twisted smile crossed Ximen Wei's lips as he reached for the sword lying on the ground, moving menacingly towards the last guard. However, before he could take another step, Ximen Wei coughed up three mouthfuls of blood, the effects of the Qi Techniques he had cast upon himself fading away. As the effects of Strengthen dissipated, a sense of weakness washed over Ximen Wei, leaving his legs unsteady and his grip on the sword in his hand slipping.
As the Bedevilment dissipated from Ximen Wei, he was overcome by a surge of intense pain, his mind was ravaged and felt as though it was on the brink of explosion. He tottered unsteadily, his weakened legs barely able to support his weight. The remaining guard was caught in a state of indecision, torn between the opportunity to strike down the weakened devil before him and the fear that he instilled. He had just witnessed the brutal and swift annihilation of four elite members of the Song Family, including a respected Qi Cultivator.
As Ximen Wei stumbled and weakened, the guards stepped in with brutal precision, sensing their moment to strike. Ximen Wei's vision narrowed to only the glinting sword that was now being brought down upon him, and he could only raise his arms in a desperate attempt to protect himself.
But he soon realized that these guards were not the average guards he had encountered in the dungeons. They were elite warriors, each one honed to perfection in both their swordsmanship and equipment. Their viciousness was unmatched and their prowess was evident in their fluid movements. These silver armored guards were a force to be reckoned with, far surpassing the regular guards in every aspect.
Despite his own injuries, the other guard who had been struck down got back up, coughing blood as he glared at Ximen Wei with disdain. Even Old Mao, who was barely clinging to life, managed to stand, though he stumbled and fell multiple times from the gravity of his wounds. The stab from the dagger had inflicted a deep wound, one that threatened to take his life.
The consequences of his actions were about to catch up to him.
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