Chapter 80: As A Modern Cultivator, Righteous Qi With Poison Makes Sense, Right?
Jiang Ce looked gravely toward the battlefield over there.
He circled around but couldn’t find an exit, knowing that if Xuan Qing was defeated, they would all die without doubt.
In such a situation, he began to actively think of countermeasures.
But looking at his teammates, he felt there was no hope.
Liang Zhi Zhou was unconscious, Gongyang Dan was seriously injured, Lu Xing had no combat ability left, Liang Zhi Che had just reached Seventh Rank and had witnessed his own brother getting an arm chopped off, losing all courage, the only one with some strength left, Qin Shen Bo, still had a dagger stuck in his left shoulder and looked like he would shatter at a touch, and he himself had personally tested that the Golden Bell Shield couldn’t block a casual strike from the Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master—if he took another hit, not to mention his current injuries, even at full strength without the protection of Righteous Qi in his body, it would be death or severe disability at best.
Xuan Qing was waning, but he seemed able to hold on for a while longer, though it was useless—just delaying death.
It seemed they were done for.
“We have to think of something to do.”
Hearing this, Qin Shen Bo smiled bitterly: “What can we do?”
“Find a feng shui treasure spot to die in. While Xuan Qing can still hold on for a bit, I can cremate you all first.”
Jiang Ce’s face was full of sorrow; having seen through life and death, he didn’t even use polite language, directly calling him by name.
Seeing Xuan Qing starting to retreat step by step, and hearing Jiang Ce’s bewitching words, everyone felt a deep despair.
Never in an instant had they hated their own powerlessness so much.
“Is there really no way at all?” Even Qin Shen Bo, who never bowed to heaven or earth, felt utterly helpless.
“It’s a pity my Righteous Qi was scattered; otherwise, I could hold on a bit and create an opportunity for Xuan Qing.”
Jiang Ce sighed, patted Qin Shen Bo’s shoulder, and impulsively flicked the dagger on it, making the latter’s veins bulge from pain, which finally made him feel a bit better inside: “Accept your fate; we’re dead for sure.”
But Qin Shen Bo seemed inspired by something, murmuring blankly: “No need to block it.”
“What?” Jiang Ce was puzzled.
But Qin Shen Bo had no intention of explaining, suddenly saying: “You all must live and get back.”
Jiang Ce realized something, his face changing drastically: “No, I was joking; don’t do anything stupid.”
But Qin Shen Bo was determined to go, shaking off Jiang Ce and charging toward the Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master’s battlefield like a moth to a flame.
Jiang Ce nearly froze in place, full of incomprehension, muttering to himself: “Is he an idiot?”
“Martial Uncle Xuan Qing, I’m here to help you!”
Xuan Qing was already furious seeing a few people unwilling to leave; now seeing Qin Shen Bo rush into the battlefield with a determination to die, he was even more enraged: “Are you insane?!”
He barely blocked his opponent’s heavy whip kick, planning to free a hand to blast Qin Shen Bo out of the battlefield.
But the opponent was one step faster.
“Want to hold me back? What do you think you are?”
He was in a frenzy now, feeling Qin Shen Bo’s action was an utter insult; regardless of the latter’s realm, unlike the casual strike against Jiang Ce earlier, he went all out, clenching both hands, raising them overhead, then smashing fiercely toward Qin Shen Bo.
In an instant, myriad ghosts wailed; before the fist arrived, the fierce fist wind already tore Qin Shen Bo’s body to shreds, covered in wounds.
This strike was like Mount Tai crashing down; Qin Shen Bo in the center of the battlefield finally realized how naive he had been.
Locked firmly by the Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master, what he faced was not just an invincible opponent, but an insurmountable mountain peak, the repulsion and crushing of an entire space.
That was the despair of humanity facing a nuclear bomb dropping from the sky!
Couldn’t hold him back!
Even filling with his own life couldn’t delay even an instant!
Only by facing him directly did Qin Shen Bo understand the pressure Xuan Qing had been enduring.
“The Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master is so strong.”
In the last instant of his life, Qin Shen Bo felt no fear in his heart, but yearning; he hoped to possess such power—if not in this life, then the next.
But at this critical moment, Qin Shen Bo felt that the space locking him seemed to develop a crack.
The Gluttonous Ghost’s Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master, for some reason, had a momentary stutter in his attack.
In that instant, Xuan Qing seized the opportunity and broke through the seal.
The Dao Sword’s clear light protected Qin Shen Bo, narrowly pulling him out of the battlefield.
That fist finally landed, but on the round disc, so the Golden Bell Shield that had fallen onto Jiang Ce wasn’t shaken in the slightest; the disc shattered explosively, smashed into a pit several meters deep.
“Go all out, don’t hold anything back!”
Jiang Ce, who had caught Qin Shen Bo from afar, roared.
For some reason, his near-commanding tone didn’t displease Xuan Qing; instead, it inspired trust, and he subconsciously followed the instruction.
“Seven Star Sword Formation!”
Xuan Qing left no path of retreat for himself, bit his tongue tip, spat out a mouthful of essence blood, and pointed his fingers like a sword.
His face instantly paled, but his eyes remained sharp and bright.
In a flash, the Fly Whisk-turned Dao Sword split into seven, arranging in a profound formation in mid-air.
This was Xuan Qing’s desperate killing move; after one strike, no room for counterattack—either you die or I live; it shouldn’t be used now, but under Jiang Ce’s direction, he chose to believe without hesitation.
Seeing Xuan Qing go all out, the opponent held nothing back either, erupting in roars, gradually losing human form, transforming into a Fierce Ghost’s shape; one punch unleashed a hundred-zhang evil aura, countless Ghost Faces embedded within, ferociously surging toward Xuan Qing.
Just one glance made the weakest Gongyang Dan and Lu Xing’s vision go black, frozen in place; Liang Zhi Che fell into chaos, got cursed faint by Jiang Ce offhandedly; Qin Shen Bo, who luckily survived, knew the danger and immediately averted his gaze, yet still stiffened all over, unable to move.
Only Jiang Ce felt nothing unusual, holding his breath in concentration to search again for that trace of Righteous Qi.
Xuan Qing, preparing for desperate battle, suddenly discovered the same thing happening again!
The opponent’s attack had another instant flaw.
Relentless forward charge with no follow-up—this punch had an imperceptible discontinuity!
In the Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master’s life-or-death struggle, this instant flaw was enough to sentence him to death.
The seven Dao Swords, like seven stars in a row, carried infinite starlight, pouring down like the Milky Way onto the evil aura, resisting the Ghost Faces’ corrosion; among them, the shortest Dao Sword was the most unremarkable, yet precisely the killing blow.
It turned into a white beam, as if tearing space-time, instantly finding that split-second flaw, ripping through the entire evil aura torrent; reappearing, it had pierced the opponent’s skull, quietly embedded in his forehead.
He didn’t look at Xuan Qing, but used his last control over the evil aura to find the true culprit.
“What did you do?”
Jiang Ce, seeing him look over, said righteously: “Who told you to learn this evil technique that sucks others’ power? You learned it, fine, but then ambushing a little Jianghu sorcerer comrade like me and taking a sip on the side.”
He shrugged, spread his hands like a little bear, full of innocence:
“As a modern person, food contains all kinds of additives and heavy metals exceeding standards—it’s inevitable, right?
So as a modern cultivator, the Righteous Qi cultivated having a bit of poison is reasonable too, right?”
He was ceaselessly eroded of vitality by the Dao Sword overhead, his aura growing weaker, yet he still roared in resentment and unwillingness:
“You killed a Saint Disciple; there’s no place for you left between heaven and earth!”
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