Chapter 1705 - 671: Blade Severing the Great Saint

Chapter 1705: Chapter 671: Blade Severing the Great Saint

In the night, towering mountains stood like giants reaching the heavens and connecting the earth.

No one knew that in a secluded Immortal Field halfway up one of these mountains, a fierce and bloody battle was unfolding.

Crimson blood splattered across the face of the White Qilin, obscuring his vision. As he shattered the blood mist, he saw the powerful, middle-aged Great Grandmaster being split in half with a single stroke!

The scene was extremely bloody, with a wound that extended from the forehead downwards, the cut smooth. Initially, even the hot blood was solidified by the dazzling blade light, not bursting forth.

It was only when the two halves of the body heavily fell into the medicine field that the luminous Spirit Blood mixed with intense Runes, spewing out like magma, melting the rocks and eroding the surface into a thousand wounds.

As for the Divine Soul of the middle-aged Great Grandmaster, severely wounded by the Ancestor Insect’s Cry and then cleaved by the Exotic Gold Blade, it was immediately taken by the golden silk parasol.

The heart of the White Qilin trembled—this was a Great Grandmaster. Just after the encounter, in only two or three moves, he was slain.

Faced with such a sight, he knew he had met a dangerous opponent.

As for himself, he actually hadn’t been critically injured.

The splattering blood was mostly from the severed hand.

Yet he had indeed been caught off guard by the opponent, with his face grazed, akin to being slapped.

What was his status? From the depths of the Yewu World, the future Great Saint of the Qilin Sect, being slapped was an utter humiliation.

Qin Ming, while slicing the middle-aged Great Grandmaster, simultaneously synchronized with the old man with the Qilin head, delivering a fierce slap—all this happened in a flicker, exceptionally efficient.

However, this ferocious combat style indeed rendered the Great Grandmaster useless. In the first instance, he took down an opponent and simultaneously ruined a hand of his own temporary body.

"Dear nephew, your face is really thick-skinned!" Qin Ming spoke.

The White Qilin’s face wasn’t broken, only felt a burning pain. After being mocked by the opponent like this, his murderous intent soared to the sky.

In an instant, countless shining symbols rose around him, spinning like an Immortal Sword storm, whistling towards the "uncle" ahead.

Lightning seemed to strike, deafeningly loud, distorting the Void, and the clouds in the sky exploded along.

It was imaginable how intense was the White Qilin’s killing intent, and how terrifying was his attack power.

The old man with a Qilin head feared nothing, entering the fray himself. Even though his right hand had disappeared, he didn’t mind at all, still daring to confront the opponent directly and use his broken arm to break the stalemate.

He fearlessly detonated that broken arm, blood and bones splattering, merged with dense Tao Patterns, carrying terrifying Pure Yang Sword Intent.

This was entirely a legendary Method, cutting the sky, the earth, and oneself, only to verify the Supreme Technique in his heart.

Momentarily, in the Void, it seemed as if pages of Blood and Flesh Scripture glowed, all lighting up and transforming into an unparalleled Sword Intent, cleaving forward.

Beside them, the old servant who had been cultivating in the Grandmaster Domain for three hundred years saw this, and his pupils shrank. He exclaimed, "You..."

He found his hair standing on end—who could withstand such a style of combat?

Without a word, oblivious to everything, self-exploding one’s body to kill the enemy, more demonic than legendary Demon Cultivators.

Even those intending mutual destruction, wanting everything to perish together, wouldn’t decisively self-explode unless pushed to the brink, who would do it?

Yet the "familiar person" in front of him pushed this demonic nature to the extreme, using it as a regular tactic.

The old servant, highly accomplished in Taoism, wished to evade the Red Robed Elder and the Goatee Elder, to help the White Qilin resist the terrifying Sword Intent carried by the Blood and Flesh Scripture.

However, in the next moment, his face stiffened, he began rapidly retreating, not daring to force his way in.

Because, right next to him, the Red Robed Elder and Goatee Elder each swung a punch at him, so dazzling that one couldn’t keep their eyes open. Most importantly, the Fist Intent was too domineering, and as the fists came crashing down, they began to crack, the luminous Spirit Blood shooting out.

Two loud explosions, like Heavenly Thunder crashing beside the old servant’s ears, and like the Northern Netherworld Dam Break, tsunamis deafeningly roaring.

Those two fists, like the Fierce Sun, exploded on the spot, carrying unboundedly tragic Fist Intent, accompanied by blood rain and broken bones, blasted right in front of him.

The old servant’s scalp went numb, naturally avoiding direct collision, trying his best to dodge.

The two Evil Cultivators didn’t care about their bodies, but he couldn’t do the same; how could he not cherish his own body? Naturally, he couldn’t go life for life.

However, as he was rapidly retreating, his entire body broke out in goosebumps. From outside the scene, that unparalleled beauty seemed to walk out of a painting, her silver hair fluttering. Though she appeared slow, she suddenly arrived right in front of him, officially entering the fray.

Instantly, the old servant felt all his acupoints resounding, Divine Power surging, seemingly going out of control, about to burst from the acupoints, break through the meridians, about to have the risk of a dam break.

"This is..." he showed an expression of horror.

What kind of person was this woman? Upon initial encounter, she already made his heart palpitate, feeling that things were going awry.

"The spirituality recovery is still insufficient," the Chairman shook his head.

Recalling back in the day, she operated the "Ten Thousand Acupoints Enlightenment Technique," directly causing the opponent’s Qi Mechanism to be chaotic, Divine Power leaked from the acupoints, immediately captured by her.

Of course, this also involved how extremely powerful the old man was, having honed himself in the Grandmaster Domain for over three hundred years, his Taoist attainment profound.

Even so, after the encounter, the old servant still saw blood.

On the other side, the White Qilin held a stoic expression, his gaze like icy daggers. In this fierce confrontation, the opponent’s Demon Cultivator tactics still didn’t hurt him, yet once again subjected him to a baptism of hot blood.

At the same time, the Sword Intent carried by the Blood and Flesh Scripture was indeed exceptionally strong, blocking the Rune Light whistling towards him.