In the ravaged forest, a large crater with a diater of thirty feet suddenly appeared before one’s eyes.
ng Wuchang was half-kneeling inside the crater, with the shattered Absolute Origin Shield fallen on the ground, covered in fresh blood.
The Absolute Origin Shield, crafted by the Mo Family of Jixia Academy, resembled more of a spherical object than a shield. Once fully deployed, it could cover more than half of the user’s body beneath it.
As the na suggests, the Absolute Origin Shield was excellent in defending against True Qi, and although thin, it was extrely tough, capable of withstanding imnse impact.
It was due to this Absolute Origin Shield that ng Wuchang survived the explosion of the trendously enhanced Heavenly Endless Treasure.
However, although he survived, ng Wuchang’s condition was extrely grim.
His left arm was twisted beyond recognition, rendering it completely useless, wounds were visible all over his body, blood was flowing everywhere, and his breath had weakened to its lowest ebb.
And that wasn’t the worst part.
ng Wuchang still had an enemy.
Suddenly, a streak of moonlight appeared, swift and fierce.
Divine Blade Slash.
Qing Yu had arrived.
At the mont when ng Wuchang was utterly exhausted, he decisively struck, slicing at ng Wuchang’s face.
Even in such a hasty mont, Qing Yu still accurately hit the center of ng Wuchang’s face with a split...
But it did not divide.
A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower struck ng Wuchang’s skull, but was montarily blocked by his incredibly tough bones.
That mont caused the fluid "Divine Blade Slash" to falter, disrupting the Sword Force.
’Has the combination of Three Elents even greatly enhanced his physical strength?’
Although Qing Yu’s "Divine Blade Slash" was not yet mastered, under the empowernt of A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower, even a Body Refining Martial Artist of the Divine Origin Realm would be split in two, dead beyond death.
Yet, this fatal strike t its Waterloo on the grievously injured ng Wuchang.
"Divine Blade Slash" is a calculated sword technique, a stroke that considers location, timing, power, and speed, a perfect stroke.
But after being blocked montarily by ng Wuchang’s tough facial bone, what was a perfect stroke beca imperfect, and ng Wuchang seized the gap.
"Zi—"
ng Wuchang’s chanical arm grabbed A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower, and the noise from their friction was short and sharply piercing.
"I finally see you, Gong Ziyu!" A deep and peculiar voice emanated from ng Wuchang’s belly, filled with hatred so deep that not even the Three Rivers and Five Seas could cleanse it.
ng Wuchang’s entire face was struck by A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower, with the curve of the blade still stuck on his face, splitting his mouth in two; naturally, he couldn’t speak with his mouth.
But true to his reputation as "The Changeable" ng Wuchang, he could also throw his voice, possessing talents beyond even Qing Yu’s imagination.
"You call Gong Ziyu?"
Beneath the bronze mask, the eyes revealed a hint of mockery as Qing Yu spoke in an inexplicably mocking tone, "It seems, Lu Qifeng hasn’t told you my real identity!"
This mockery inexplicably irritated ng Wuchang, and he couldn’t help but ask, "ng De, do you think that by wearing a mask, I don’t know your true self?"
"ng De? This identity was crafted by your Six Gates! Divine Catcher ng, you really are just a pawn. Listen well, my true na is..."
For so reason, ng Wuchang’s heart yearned to hear the opponent’s true na. Even though his opponent’s blade was still stuck in his face, he couldn’t curb his curiosity.
’Now is the mont!’
The originally silent Power of Thought suddenly erupted, and the Pupil Skill "Chaotic God" burst forth, causing the heavily injured ng Wuchang to stagger ntally.
This delay was exactly the fierce suppression executed by "A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower."
"Ah—"
Pain montarily dazed ng Wuchang, but he instantly regained clarity. He couldn’t help but push "A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower" forcefully away. His body leaned forward, his lips split in two as he lunged at Qing Yu’s throat.
"Boom—"
The sound of a great bell ringing resonated. The Golden Bell manifested outside Qing Yu, and ng Wuchang’s teeth harshly clattered against it, causing it to tremble violently for a mont.
Despite his serious injuries, ng Wuchang still displayed a power that made onlookers take notice. With just his teeth and the severely depleted True Qi, he caused the protective Golden Bell to tremble.
However, since he hadn’t bitten through the Golden Bell, he could only wait for the bell’s rebounding force.
"Boom—"
A sudden rebound swept forth, causing ng Wuchang’s white teeth to fly out, the cuts on his face to expand further, and blood to splatter.
"Gong Ziyu—"
This was the vengeful cry he wanted to shout even at the cost of his life.
"Die!"
Qing Yu unemotionally exerted strength, pulling "A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower" back from the chanical Hand. He observed all related data through the Heavenly Son’s Qi Observation Skill and struck with his sword.
The crescent moon curved, and Moonlight appeared once again in broad daylight, falling upon ng Wuchang’s face.
Although ng Wuchang was disoriented and filled with hatred, the instinct to survive still prompted him to block the blade with his chanical hand.
However, strangely enough, the curved Moonlight bypassed the chanical arm and precisely slashed the previous mark on ng Wuchang’s face.
This ti, "A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower" flowed unimpeded. The bone that had blocked it before was severed by the subsequent force of the blade, and the scimitar followed the mark, decisively splitting him in two.
This ti, although there were obstacles, the blade light still flashed across ng Wuchang in a few breaths.
"Gongzi..." ng Wuchang wanted to say sothing.
"Divine Catcher ng, may your journey be peaceful."
Qing Yu turned away, his sleeve generating a gust of wind that brushed over ng Wuchang, stirring the forcefully suppressed Blade Energy.
"..."
ng Wuchang, half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly split into two halves. His two mouths continued to move, but he could no longer speak.
He had died.
In this life-and-death struggle with Qing Yu, ng Wuchang had ultimately made a fatal misstep and died under Qing Yu’s series of calculated moves.
"This ga, in the end, is won by , Lu Qifeng."
Qing Yu looked up toward the direction of the Daqian Capital at Heavenly Capital, muttering to himself.
In the fight with ng Wuchang, although it seed that the main enemy was him, Qing Yu’s real opponent was still Lu Qifeng, far away in Heavenly Capital.
By killing ng Wuchang, Lu Qifeng would temporarily retract his claws, no longer continuing to hinder Qing Yu’s growth.
Unless Lu Qifeng could produce another resigned Divine Constable, Shadow Pavilion would naturally handle the subsequent issues for Qing Yu.
Being able to kill ng Wuchang would likely make Shadow King pay even more attention to Qing Yu—perhaps the next round of investnt was on its way.
"Since that ti in Yang City when you caught , I have finally won once, Lu Qifeng. I look forward to our next eting, by which ti, I hope you can still hold the sa confidence over ."
Qing Yu stepped over the fallen trees all around, activated Wood Thunderclap, and turned the surrounding forest into an exploding sea of fire.
"White Phoenix, let’s go."
The whooshing sound was heard as the large white bird descended, carrying Qing Yu away from the mountain forest that had transford into a sea of fire.
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