Chapter 667 - 269: Divine Techniques

Chen Qing stood, spear in hand, the qi and blood throughout his body raging like a furnace.

The Power from the Fourth Layer of Dragon Elephant Wisdom Vajra Body surged within him, every inch of his muscle infused with the colossal strength to shatter mountains and sunder stone.

The killing intent of Han Kui, Zhao Chi, and Hu Yuning interwove into a web, trapping the figure at its center.

’This kid’s Body Refining is formidable. We can’t meet him head-on!’

The three exchanged a look, reaching an instant, unspoken agreement.

Hu Yuning shrieked, her hands a blur as she flicked them, sending dozens of emerald-green Poison Needles toward Chen Qing’s major acupoints like a swarm of locusts.

Her movements were erratic as she stayed on the outskirts, like a viper waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The hissing of the Poison Needles slicing through the air was enough to make one’s skin crawl.

Almost simultaneously, Han Kui roared and strode forward. His Thick-Backed Mountain-Cutting Saber, wreathed in a ghastly, blood-red astral wind, swung in a horizontal arc toward Chen Qing’s midsection.

Each step he took left an inch-deep print in the ground, sending shattered stones flying.

The Saber Momentum was ferocious and unrelenting. The sharp whistle of the blade cutting through the air was piercing to the ears.

Zhao Chi, meanwhile, moved like a phantom, skimming low across the ground. The black-purple Gang Qi around his fists condensed into two grotesque ghost heads as he silently struck at the vital point on Chen Qing’s back—Double Ghosts Knocking at the Door!

His Step Technique was uncanny. His body seemed weightless, gliding over the dust without leaving a single trace.

Facing the three-pronged assault, Chen Qing vaulted into the air, first evading the most insidious of the Hidden Weapons.

The Poison Needles grazed the hem of his clothes and sank into the ground with a SIZZLE, instantly corroding small holes in the earth from which plumes of acrid white smoke rose.

CLANG!

Then, like a venomous dragon striking from its den, the Profound Dragon Spear shot out and precisely struck the weak point on the spine of Han Kui’s saber. Sparks flew!

The moment the spear tip struck the saber’s spine, Chen Qing twisted his wrist slightly, sending a Spiral Force down the shaft of his weapon.

The immense Power made Han Kui’s arm go numb, causing his Saber Momentum to falter.

Han Kui was horrified. ’I used eighty percent of my strength in that strike, thinking it’d be enough to force Chen Qing back. I never imagined he’d not only find the flaw in my Saber Momentum so precisely, but that the Power of his counterattack would be this astonishing.’

Chen Qing used the rebound to spin, a Dark Gold Radiance flowing around his left fist. He unleashed a simple yet ferocious Fist Force, blasting it toward Zhao Chi, who was closing in from his rear flank.

The punch looked simple and unadorned, but it was infused with the Power of the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Vajra Body. As the Fist Edge passed, the air itself seemed to compress, forming a visible ripple.

RUMBLE—!

The force of the punch compressed the air, creating a muffled sonic boom.

Zhao Chi dared not meet it directly. He pivoted sharply with his Nether Ghost Step, narrowly avoiding the Fist Edge, but the resulting Astral Wind grazed his shoulder, leaving a searing, stinging pain.

’Such astonishing Power! Is this kid even human?’

His heart sank. ’If that punch had landed squarely, my shoulder blade would have been shattered.’

Seeing that Chen Qing’s Spear Technique was formidable and his strength immense, and that he was also protected by a Buddhist Sect Body Refining Technique, the three attackers refused to engage him in a direct confrontation.

Hu Yuning retreated, putting distance between herself and Chen Qing. Her ten fingers danced as if strumming a pipa, launching an unending stream of emerald-green Poison Needles.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

These Poison Needles weren’t aimed at his vitals. Instead, they targeted relatively weaker areas like Chen Qing’s eyes, ears, throat, and joints. The constant PFFT PFFT of them cutting through the air served to disrupt his vision and distract his Heart and Spirit, forcing him to divide his focus to defend.

At the same time, Zhao Chi’s Body Technique became even more uncanny and unpredictable.

His Body Technique was the best among the three, all thanks to a peerless movement art he had acquired in his youth.

He knew well how to play to his strengths. His figure flickered, and he began to harry Chen Qing like a persistent specter, weaving in and out of combat.

His steps were as swift as the wind, leaving a trail of afterimages.

His palms, wreathed in black-purple Netherworld Astral Qi, were like a Poison Fang lying in wait. He kept his Power coiled, ready to deliver a fatal strike the very instant Chen Qing exposed an opening.

The force from his palms wasn’t brutish or overpowering; instead, it contained a soft, insidious Penetrating Force designed specifically to breach Protective Gang Qi. He aimed to send his corrosive Gang Qi into Chen Qing’s body to damage his organs and meridians.

CLANG!

Chen Qing’s spear knocked aside one of Han Kui’s heavy, powerful diagonal chops. The spear shaft then spun into a whirling, impenetrable screen of afterimages that swept aside the dozen or so incoming Poison Needles.

But in the brief moment before he could fully recover his Spear Momentum, an Evil Wind gusted at his side!

Zhao Chi seized the fleeting opportunity. He closed in like a wisp of smoke, his left palm silently striking toward the kidney on Chen Qing’s right side. The black-purple Gang Qi in his palm pulsed with a bone-chilling cold.

By the time Chen Qing noticed, it was too late to dodge completely. In that hair-raising instant, he forcefully circulated his True Astral. A faint Dark Gold Luster flashed across his body as the qi and blood of the Fourth Layer of his Dragon Elephant Wisdom Vajra Body erupted. He wrenched his torso around, taking the palm strike on the thicker muscles of his rear flank.

THUMP!

It was a muffled sound, like a fist striking old leather.

Chen Qing felt a cold, insidious Power penetrate his body, as if an icy awl were boring straight through to his internal organs.

His qi and blood roiled, and a faint, stabbing pain spread from the point of impact.

’A direct hit!’

A flicker of delight crossed Zhao Chi’s eyes. Pressing his advantage, his right palm followed, once again silently striking at Chen Qing’s left shoulder blade, which had stiffened slightly from the first blow. He intended to capitalize on his success.

On the other side, seeing their tactic had worked, the cold glint in Hu Yuning’s eyes sharpened. Her hands flicked, sending out several more Poison Needles to block Chen Qing’s potential escape routes and force him to take the next blow.

In front, Han Kui gave a cold sneer. How could he possibly miss such a perfect opportunity?

He roared like thunder as Blood-colored Astral Qi erupted from his body. Gripping his saber with both hands, he focused all of his True Astral into the blade.

The Thick-Backed Mountain-Cutting Saber let out a piercing hum as the blade flared with crimson light. Brimming with a vicious killing intent powerful enough to tear anything apart, it descended like a bolt of blood-red lightning, aimed straight for Chen Qing’s head.

This strike contained the full might of his True Astral at the level of Astral Force Perfection. It was meant to cleave Chen Qing—and the spear in his hands—in two!