Chapter 55: Ming Zhaoshuang, The Worst Of The Worst
It was too far, she couldn’t recall Zhu Yan!
He Qingqing’s cultivation was too low, Zhu Yan’s level and rank were far higher than hers, so Zhu Yan would be less affected by her under these circumstances.
To the extent that although she could subdue Zhu Yan, the contract between her and Zhu Yan had distance limitations.
He Qingqing had never encountered this situation before and was stunned for a moment.
She now had two choices: one was to abandon Zhu Yan and run outside by herself, thus she could get out safely; the other was to go back and retrieve Zhu Yan, but in doing so, she had a high chance of being buried under the claws of the Flesh-Tearing Beast.
He Qingqing only hesitated for two seconds before running straight back.
She wasn’t a very brave person, but she had promised Ah Yan that she would never abandon him and never leave him!
She wanted to recall Ah Yan.
Noticing the anomaly on He Qingqing’s side, Ming Zhaoshuang and others immediately rode their flying swords and went in.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhu Yan was already showing signs of defeat and was gradually losing strength.
He looked back one last time, in the direction He Qingqing had left.
Turning his head, he no longer had any lingering feelings. He let out a mighty roar, his strong, powerful arms beating his chest vigorously, and he launched a final attack on the Flesh-Tearing Beast without hesitation!
After several rounds of close combat, the Flesh-Tearing Beast’s bite almost broke Zhu Yan’s throat, and blood gushed out!
Zhu Yan could feel his head spinning, his vision blurring, and his life gradually ebbing away.
“Ah Yan!”
Just then, a young girl’s sharp cry entered his mind. He Qingqing, leaning against a tree trunk, was panting continuously:
“Come back!”
At the same time, Shen Liqian’s arrows also arrived. To dodge the arrows, the Flesh-Tearing Beast had to turn its head, causing its sharp fangs to ultimately miss breaking Zhu Yan’s throat by a hair’s breadth!
But even so, his shoulder was still hit by an arrow, and blood splattered out!
Because of this, Zhu Yan was still recalled by He Qingqing at the last moment.
If I can’t run, then I can only fight!
Several people rode their swords down, standing in front of He Qingqing and staring at the Flesh-Tearing Beast.
To be honest, in its fight with Zhu Yan, although it almost killed Zhu Yan and was covered in scratch and bite marks, its condition didn’t seem to be significantly affected. Instead, it let out a few roars that shook the earth.
Is this the strength of a Mid Nascent Soul?
It would be difficult for them to defeat it.
After all, at the same cultivation level, the physical bodies of spiritual beasts are far stronger than those of humans; this is their inherent advantage. Not to mention that the spiritual beast in front of them was a Mid Nascent Soul, with a cultivation level far exceeding theirs.
The Flesh-Tearing Beast effortlessly pulled Shen Liqian’s spiritual arrow from its body and roared at everyone.
The first to attack were Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing, two Late Golden Core cultivators who worked together seamlessly from left and right, hacking several gashes into the Flesh-Tearing Beast’s body.
Next were Ji Qi, Ming Zhaoshuang, and He Jiusi. Although their strength was not as formidable as the first two, they still caused considerable interference to the Flesh-Tearing Beast. Especially Ming Zhaoshuang’s Fushuang, which several times broke free from her control and, relying on its own powerful self-discipline, made the Flesh-Tearing Beast cry out in pain.
Finally, Shen Liqian stood in the distance, launching water arrows from her hand one after another.
The group worked together, forcing the Flesh-Tearing Beast to retreat steadily.
However, soon, everyone realized that their attacks posed no threat to the Flesh-Tearing Beast!
It was as if it had found a fun little toy and was playing with them. In reality, their attacks were like scratching an itch through a boot to it; it only saw blood, not flesh or bone.
I knew bear-type spiritual beasts were thick-skinned and tough, but I didn’t know they were this thick-skinned and tough!
Except for Ming Zhaoshuang and Shen Liqian’s weapons, theirs had no effect on the Flesh-Tearing Beast, but a single slap from the Flesh-Tearing Beast could send them flying far away, leaving them dead or disabled!
If this continues, they will eventually run out of spiritual power, while the Flesh-Tearing Beast can still knock them out one by one with a single slap!
What can be done?
The two main attackers exchanged glances and retreated several steps. Fei Changxiu said to Ming Zhaoshuang, “Junior Sister! You go! Xiao Chenxing and I will provide support!”
Ming Zhaoshuang was startled and her hand trembled.
No, she was so weak, she couldn’t even hold her sword steady, how could she be the main attacker?
What if she just let go and let Fushuang act according to its own will?
After all, Fushuang had such strong self-control, why would it need her to act? Her actions would only be a definite drag.
Although she thought this, Ming Zhaoshuang reacted quickly, immediately accepted the formation change, and stood in the center between the two. Ji Qi and He Jiusi moved to the rear of the Flesh-Tearing Beast, intending to attack it from behind.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s consecutive moves skimmed across the Flesh-Tearing Beast’s neck. Not only did they not pose a threat, but she almost lost Fushuang, causing Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing to take several blows from the beast.
It was fortunate that Shen Liqian, with her quick eyes and hands, shot an arrow that blinded the Flesh-Tearing Beast’s eye, thus preventing it from…
Fei Changxiu spat out blood but teased Ming Zhaoshuang, “Junior Sister, is your sword technique inherited from the Brahma Temple’s ‘Four Great Emptinesses’?”
Ming Chenxing glanced at him and said, “Nonsense!”
Ming Zhaoshuang naturally knew her strength was lacking. After all, she had only recently broken through to Golden Core, while this Flesh-Tearing Beast was already a Mid Nascent Soul, more than an entire Major Realm ahead of her.
Fushuang could definitely defeat it, but the problem was that she couldn’t control Fushuang at all.
Ming Zhaoshuang let go for a moment, allowing Fushuang to act on its own.
As soon as she let go, Fushuang immediately acted like a wild beast freed from its restraints. It launched several direct attacks at the Flesh-Tearing Beast’s vital points. With the support of Fei Changxiu and the others, it actually made the Flesh-Tearing Beast scream repeatedly and roar several times.
Her actions surprised everyone. Previously, they couldn’t discern Fushuang’s rank, only feeling that it was exceptionally spiritual and definitely not ordinary.
Now, they felt Fushuang was incredibly powerful, in a way they couldn’t have imagined!
After all, no matter how formidable a spiritual artifact was, it was still affected by its owner.
For example, Ming Zhaoshuang was only an Early Golden Core. No matter how powerful the weapon was, it couldn’t have the same power in her hands; it might even be less than one-tenth.
And these factors could also be influenced by the tacit understanding between the owner and the weapon. The higher the tacit understanding, the greater the power displayed; the lower the tacit understanding, the more the weapon was wasted.
Without tacit understanding, no matter how formidable a spiritual artifact was, it would be nothing but scrap metal in that person’s hands.
This was why, apart from Golden Spirit Roots, other Spirit Roots also had to test their compatibility when facing Spirit Swords.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s tacit understanding with Fushuang was nearly zero.
Her repeated sword strikes were like putting a dog leash on Fushuang, preventing it from fully exerting its strength.
And spirit swords with sentience, and spirit artifacts that could act on their own, were not uncommon. As long as they reached Earth Rank, they could possess such abilities. At Heaven Rank, they could even develop sword spirits, fostering a closer relationship between the owner and the sword.
However, in such cases, the strength a sword artifact could display was usually only about one-tenth of when the owner and sword were one. Thus, almost no one did this.
After all, no matter how weak one was, they should still have at least one-tenth of the tacit understanding with a spirit artifact.
But who would have thought that there was no “weakest,” only “weaker,” and Ming Zhaoshuang was the weakest among the weak who didn’t even have one-tenth of the tacit understanding with her spirit sword.
Even more unexpectedly, even one-tenth of Fushuang’s strength was so formidable.
However, their efforts were still not enough to kill the Flesh-Tearing Beast. More would depend on Shen Liqian, the Music Cultivator, to interrupt the Flesh-Tearing Beast’s limbs, otherwise, the Flesh-Tearing Beast might still be able to knock them, mere pawns, unconscious in an instant.
She had to make Fushuang unleash even greater power in her hands!
