Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Yellow sand danced in the desert, forming tornadoes that rushed into the air with wails.
This ti, Zhang Ruochen stayed silent for a long ti. Staring at Han Qiu, he said, “I never saw you as a servant. I can give you anything you wish. I will never be stingy about resources for you. However, there are so things I really can’t give you.”
If Zhang Ruochen gave in to Han Qiu’s condition today, she would only ask for more in the future. This would lead to an unpredictable crisis.
The current Han Qiu was a sharp poisonous needle. He shouldn’t touch her if he couldn’t give her feelings. Once he touched her, he would never be able to turn back.
Han Qiu bit her lip and crystal tears appeared in her eyes. She ford a sword technique with her slender fingers.
Whoosh!
A saint sword flew out and hovered before her. It shone with black light.
“Fight . If you win, I won’t force you to do anything again. If I win, you must marry and make the Crown Princess.” Han Qiu was determined.
Zhang Ruochen put his hands behind his back and shook his head softly. “Why must we fight? Is it that we can’t even be friends and can only be enemies?”
“So will you fight or not?” Han Qiu asked.
“I will not.”
Zhang Ruochen did not expect that his relationship with Han Qiu would develop to this state. If he really fought her today, they would beco enemies no matter who won.
Even if Zhang Ruochen won, Han Qiu still wouldn’t stay by his side and listen to his orders. If Han Qiu won, Zhang Ruochen wouldn’t marry her either.
Sotis, a battle couldn’t solve the problem. It could only intensify conflicts.
Han Qiu bit her lip hard. Blood flowed into her mouth with a copper taste.
Whoosh.
Sharp cold light surged out of the saint sword as it flew out to Zhang Ruochen’s heart. Han Qiu was forcing him to fight.
Suddenly, white saintly light carried another sword out. It crashed against Han Qiu’s sword.
Thud.
The white and black sword flew out at the sa ti. One dropped into Han Qiu’s hand. The other flew further back, landing in the hand of another extre beauty.
Huang Yanchen carried the saint sword and dragged the tip on the ground. She walked over from the distance, step by step. Her long blue hair danced in the wind. She emanated an icy aura. “If you really had feelings for him, then you wouldn’t use your sword on him no matter what. Forcing him has no use. If you wish to fight, then fight with .”
Zhang Ruochen glanced at Huang Yanchen and frowned slightly. “Senior Sister, I think it’s best if you don’t get involved. I can take care of this.”
Huang Yanchen shook her head. “This is my business too. I believe that resolving won’s matters between won is better.”
Seeing Huang Yanchen here, Han Qiu’s presence enlarged rapidly. Her aura was more than ten tis stronger than before.
Scoffing coldly, she said, “Huang Yanchen, you think you can fight ? If Zhang Ruochen didn’t help you beco an Heir, you wouldn’t have your current skills. With your physique and talent, you aren’t even worthy to clean my shoes.”
“Oh?” Huang Yanchen was very cold but calm. “I’d like to ask you sothing. Do you think you could survive the backlash of the Form of Darkness without Zhang Ruochen’s help?”
“If he hadn’t given you the opportunity, would you have been able to enter the Yin and Yang Sect and learn the Taichi Instinct Technique, balancing the two opposing forces within you? If he hadn’t sent you into the scroll world and given you endless resources, would you have your current cultivation?”
Han Qiu didn’t deny what Huang Yanchen said. “Fine! Since you dare to accept the challenge, then I’ll make it easy for you. Even if you’re an Heir and have extraordinary achievents, I’m still far above you. If you die under my sword, it’s because you’re not strong enough. It’s not my fault.”
“If you lose to , then you have to listen to from now on.”
Huang Yanchen radiated with a sharp aura. Beams of Sword Qi shot out. They shielded an area of 100 miles in radius, turning it into a zone of death.
Anyone under the Half-Saint Realm that ventured into this zone would die.
“Senior Sister, your cultivation has already reached the Ninth Level?”
At first, Zhang Ruochen had been worried for Huang Yanchen’s safety. After all, Han Qiu had both the Form and Way of Darkness. She absolutely had a great combat ability.
Even though she hadn’t completed the Form of Darkness, Han Qiu still wasn’t any weaker than an Heir in the sa realm.
On the other hand, Huang Yanchen only had a mortal body. Even if she had special opportunities in the future to make up for the difference in physique, she still lacked so things.
In the sa plane, Huang Yanchen may lose to Han Qiu. However, she was now one level higher than Han Qiu. It was hard to predict who would win.
Whoosh.
Shreds of black light condensed automatically and circled Han Qiu. A black ball dozens of feet long appeared above her head. The black ball was like a black hole among the stars. It could swallow any material object or energy. Even light couldn’t escape from it.
Instantly, all the Sword Qi among 100 miles was swallowed by it.
Next, Han Qiu stomped on the ground, making the entire ground spin in a giant spiral. Absorptive force ca out of the spiral to try and drag Huang Yanchen in.
Huang Yanchen’s feet seed to be stuck onto the ground. She couldn’t move. It was extrely easy if Han Qiu wanted to drag her in.
“Break,” Huang Yanchen uttered. She waved her sword and hit the weakest part of the spiral.
“It’s not that easy to break through my rules of darkness.”
Evil dark Qi flooded out of Han Qiu’s palms. She sent it into the underground vortex and it ford into many black tentacles. They covered Huang Yanchen’s saint sword.
Huang Yanchen sent Holy Qi toward her arm to take the saint sword back. However, the Holy Qi was swallowed by the power of darkness as soon as it left her palm.
“Is that all you can do? As an Heir, you’ve really wasted the resources of Kunlun’s Field.” Han Qiu sneered and barked out a laugh. Then she hit the black ball above her head toward Huang Yanchen to swallow her.
To One Sword Technique, Huang Yanchen thought. The saint sword in her hands suddenly burst with powerful energy waves and bead with blinding light.
Even Zhang Ruochen had to close his eyes imdiately so he wasn’t hurt by the light. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Huang Yanchen’s sword had shattered the underground vortex and hovering black ball.
Chi Yao actually passed the To One Sword Technique to her.
Zhang Ruochen’s pupils constricted. Shock flashed past his eyes.
The To One Sword Technique was the culmination of Blood Emperor Qingtian’s lifeti accomplishnts. It combined thousands of bits of knowledge of martial arts. It was only one move, but it contained the endless mysteries of the Sword Way.
Even Xue Hongchen, the top sword emperor at the ti, had said that there was no way against Blood Emperor Qingtian’s To One Sword Technique. If cultivated to the extre, it could cut apart all saint spells in the world.
Of course, not even Blood Emperor Qingtian could cultivate the technique to its finest.
At the mont, Huang Yanchen’s To One Sword Technique already had so fire to it. The power it unleashed surpassed many saint spells.
Han Qiu was also shocked. She hadn’t expected that Huang Yanchen’s sword techniques could be so advanced. Thus, she transford into a shadow and retreated.
“Xuanwu Saint Trigram.”
Huang Yanchen waved her sword. The next mont, a mass of blue clouds that spread for dozens of miles covered the sky. Next, a Blue Fire Xuanwu the size of a mountain erged from the ground. It had an ancient Eight Trigrams Print on its back.
At the mont, Huang Yanchen was standing in the heart of the Eight Trigrams Print. Her back was straight and she’d beco one with the Xuanwu and blue clouds.
Boom!
Vast Qi spread outward, forcing Han Qiu back.
“Senior Sister actually used an ancient technique from the Xuanwu Race. She has beco a powerful figure of her own right.” Zhang Ruochen nodded softly.
Huang Yanchen had refined the saintly source of the Blue Fire Xuanwu and gained so of the Xuanwu’s knowledge. It wasn’t that strange that she could use an ancient technique from the Xuanwu Race.
In the legends, Xuanwu was one of the earliest creatures born when the world was created. It used its body to push up the sky.
Han Qiu quickly steadied herself. She jumped into the air and spread her arms open, releasing the power of darkness completely.
“Dead spirits and ghosts, listen to my summoning. Open the gate to the netherworld.”
She bit her tongue and spat out fresh blood. The blood hovered in the air and scattered gradually, forming a bloody and ghostly gate.
The blood that contained the power of darkness wove together with the rules of darkness. It ford countless shackles that pierced the space and connected with the netherworld.
Various dead souls and spirits charged out of the ghostly door. They ford a ghost army. In addition, there were a few powerful corpses that crossed the gate and entered the Blue Dragon Void World.
Roar!
A bone dragon, countless ters long, flew out. Its evil aura was equivalent to a Beast King and it flew in the air.
Han Qiu could only travel between the living world and netherworld and summon the evil spirits after completing the Form of Darkness. However, Huang Yanchen gave her too much pressure. She was forced to use her blood and forcefully open the ghost door and summon an army.
Han Qiu paled more and more. She had lost too much blood and couldn’t support the ghost door anymore. Thus, she imdiately retracted her arms and flew to the head of the bone dragon. With the icy cold wind, she stared at Huang Yanchen like a powerful demoness.
Without the support of the power of darkness, the ghost door closed imdiately.
The true battle was only just beginning.
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