He coldly watched Zhou Qing below, who was tightly sealed by countless realms, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Those things were supposed to be my ultimate trump card to ascend the throne." He murmured to himself, his voice filled with biting coldness.
"Father is still in his pri, not considering abdication, and those favored brothers, I have long laid down traps for them, waiting for the right mont."
The black mist on the bone wings suddenly surged violently, making his handso face particularly nacing: "But now it seems, I can only offer them up prematurely."
He stared intently at the dazzling golden figure in the center of the battlefield, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible: "Zhou Qing, you’ve ssed up all my plans and arrangents, damn you!"
The last two words were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth.
Before the words fell, he suddenly turned around, the pitch-black bone wings ripping through the sky: "And you, Taiqing Sect, this ti there will be no survivors!"
With a piercing scream from the bone wings, he vanished on the horizon in an instant.
anwhile, Zhou Qing just stood quietly in place, his eyes slightly closed.
The second form of his Golden-winged Roc radiated dazzling golden light, letting countless attacks land on him.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The sound of tal colliding with iron echoed continuously, sparks bursting across the sky.
Those fierce attacks could montarily tear Zhou Qing’s Golden Roc body, revealing the bones inside that flowed with bright golden light.
Yet under the chanting of Buddhist mantras, they healed at a visible speed as if returning to their original state.
With each Buddha whisper, the golden light at the wound solidified a bit more.
Even more startling was the layer after layer of golden ripples quietly seeping into everyone’s realms, like invisible tendrils, thoroughly analyzing their Dao rhythm.
"Break."
Zhou Qing suddenly opened his eyes, softly uttering a word.
"Boom——!"
The realms of all the attackers exploded in response, the backlash force rolling back like a tide.
Dozens of Divinity Transformation cultivators spewed blood and flew backward, the weaker ones instantly fainting.
Wu Zhenyue propped himself with a heavy black iron spear, kneeling on one knee, his eyes full of horror.
While Zhou Qing’s gaze had already penetrated the void, firmly locking onto the black shadow fleeing in panic on the horizon.
From the ti of the confrontation in the hall, he had silently planted a tracking soul seal on Xuanyuan Yichen.
After all, this was a military camp, he had to consider all possibilities.
"Run?" Zhou Qing sneered, his golden wings suddenly expanding, "Can you escape?"
Before the words fell, he had already turned into a golden lightning bolt, breaking through the sky.
Wu Zhenyue wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, spiritual power surged between his fingers, and a cyan jade token erged out of nowhere.
He gripped the token tightly, mumbling repeatedly.
Instantly, the token’s cyan light surged, transforming into eight streaks of light shooting towards other parts of the Great Wall.
"Chase!"
Then he ordered sternly, first transforming into a dark beam of light rising to the sky.
Many elite Dragon Soaring Army mbers also imdiately transford into various escape lights, closely pursuing Zhou Qing...
...
Zhou Qing frowned.
Because Xuanyuan Yichen’s speed ahead exceeded expectations, those pitch-black bone wings evidently ca from the relic of that Fifth-level Cultivation Country he discovered, completely refined by him.
But ultimately, the opponent was only at the early stage of Divinity Transformation, this kind of consumption wouldn’t last long.
If guessed correctly, that royal exclusive teleportation array, Hidden Dragon Path, should be sowhere ahead.
Back then, while repairing the Level 4 array with Master Lin, upon first seeing Consort Chen, that luxurious flying ship ca breaking through the clouds from this direction.
Just not knowing why it wasn’t set in the military camp, maybe related to spatial positioning.
"Stay for !"
Spiritual power surged wildly within Zhou Qing, speed boosting by three-tenths again, the golden stream of light slicing through the sky, rapidly closing distance with the black shadow ahead.
Xuanyuan Yichen’s expression changed drastically, he never expected Zhou Qing to break free so quickly.
In desperation, he suddenly bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of essence blood, forming a blood-colored talisman in the air.
"Go!"
The talisman exploded, turning into countless blood blades, attacking Zhou Qing.
But Zhou Qing’s hand saw the Tetanus Thunder Light surge, instantly transforming into a hundred-zhang giant sword sweeping across.
Wherever the thunder passed, the blood blades vanished entirely.
"Pfft——"
Xuanyuan Yichen again sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood, his form stumbling and unstable.
The dark light on those black bone wings quickly faded, speed also drastically reduced.
"Too much!" He abruptly halted, levitating in the air, a trace of fierceness flashing in his eyes.
"Perhaps this Prince’s talent doesn’t match yours, but when it cos to luck... I don’t consider myself lesser than anyone!"
He flipped his hand, a yellow talisman paper with an ancient aura appeared in his palm, faint blood-colored runes flowing on the surface, exuding an ominous aura.
"Zhou Qing, do you rember this item?" Xuanyuan Yichen asked coldly.
Zhou Qing’s pupils contracted sharply, the golden wings hesitated in mid-air, his form suspending.
Of course, he recognized it.
When Xuanyuan Yichen first arrived at the Taiqing Sect, he brought three sinister objects, identified by the system as Four Ghosts Saluting Gate, Ghost Sewing Needle, and Yellow Official Paper.
These three items all ca from a Fifth-level Cultivation Country, each extrely sinister!
For example, Four Ghosts Saluting Gate can forcibly strip the soul of a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator, dragging it inside for soul search and refinent.
Even if the soul consciousness had restrictions set, it can still nibble away at it bit by bit, until acquiring all secrets.
Ghost Sewing Needle can nd divine soul wounds, even if the soul is shattered into powder, forcibly piecing it together again.
But the cost is–using the thread of the sewer’s longevity!
And now, in Xuanyuan Yichen’s hand, was the third sinister object—Yellow Official Paper!
This item, also known as "Life-Purchasing Paper," if writing the target’s na with its paired Yellow Official Pen and then burning anything the target has touched, can halve the target’s lifespan!
But the premise is that if the writer’s luck doesn’t outweigh the opponent’s, they risk backlash, the cost being their own lifespan.
Reviews
All reviews (0)