Chapter 648 - 355: Miscalculation (Part 2)

Chapter 648: Chapter 355: Miscalculation (Part 2)

It’s just that now, these two no longer appear to have the same calm and collected demeanor as before. Their bodies are covered in blood and scorch marks, and even as they grit their teeth, they cannot stop the blood from oozing out of their mouths.

But their imposing aura is indeed quite extraordinary.

Unfortunately... whether it’s that tragic sword or the seemingly endless momentum of the spear...

In front of Chu Qing, they both extinguished.

Chu Qing casually reached through the shadow of the spear, grabbing its shaft as if holding a snake at its vital point:

"By now, your martial arts hold no more secrets in my eyes.

If I were you, I’d stop resisting stubbornly... surrender swiftly, or commit suicide; both are not bad endings."

As he spoke, he raised a hand, timely blocking the broken sword falling from midair, before continuing:

"No need to embarrass yourselves further here."

As he finished speaking, he kicked out, and the person wielding the sword flew out spinning like a torn cloth bag.

The kick was vicious, as if his entire foot had pierced into the sword-wielder’s chest and abdomen. ℴ

As he flew out, you could see a large sunken area in his chest.

Among the blood spraying out wildly, there were even pieces of internal organs.

At the same time, Chu Qing dragged the spear around with a backhand, pulling it into his embrace.

The expert using the spear was suddenly yanked off balance by Chu Qing:

"We’ve fought until now. Your General doesn’t seem to care, so apparently, he’s truly not here... Dare I ask, where might he be now?"

"Don’t be arrogant... "

Before he could finish the sentence, a frost-covered fist had already landed on his face.

This punch froze his entire head into ice, and as the force erupted, the ice shattered into fragments along with his head, shooting backwards.

The corpse stood motionless for a moment, refusing to fall.

The battle had reached this point, and the outcome was decided.

With sheer force alone, Chu Qing had utterly defeated these eight top experts.

But before those present could cheer, they heard the sounds of people gasping, followed by a loud shout:

"Watch out!!!"

Chu Qing turned his head, only to see Prince Mei!

In an earlier confrontation with Prince Mei, Chu Qing had forcefully driven her into the ground with immense power, then encased her in ice with his Celestial Frost Fist.

Her appearance now was a calculated timing.

Just as Chu Qing was full of confidence... It wasn’t unexpected for those nearby to warn him to be careful.

But humans aren’t gods, and no matter how skilled one is in martial arts, it’s hard to prevent a sudden ambush.

At the moment Chu Qing turned to look, Prince Mei expected to see fear in his eyes.

But she was mistaken...

What she saw in Chu Qing’s eyes was a faint blue glow.

Why would one’s eyes emit a blue light?

This thought crossed her mind, and Prince Mei felt there was something wrong with her thinking; she should strike with all her might at this moment to completely defeat the most terrifying opponent she’s ever faced.

Actually, she had already decided on how to take action.

This time, she couldn’t just recklessly clash with Chu Qing as before.

She needed to play to her strengths...

The first half of the Cloud Rain Order was well disguised and seemed like a very normal Righteous Cultivation Technique.

But in its latter half, various strange and bizarre methods appeared.

In contrast, the Seven Charms Burning Passion Technique seemed trivial.

She needed to use the Wushan Cloud Rain Dao within the Cloud Rain Order to drag Chu Qing into the Crimson Illusion Realm, where countless beautiful women would embrace him within the illusion.

Fair and tender bodies, one after another, snuggling into his arms; what man could resist?

However, she remembered that Chu Qing seemed to have some resistance to such techniques. Otherwise, during their previous encounter, he wouldn’t have been unaffected.

Thus, the Wushan Cloud Rain Dao certainly wouldn’t trap him for long...

Once this method was deployed, she would immediately follow with all her Inner Power and unleash a strike with the Cloud Rain Order.

Completely defeating him!

She just hoped he could withstand it a bit, not be directly killed by the Cloud Rain Order.

This kind of man is rare in the world. If she could bring him back, indulge every night, perhaps it would be greatly beneficial for her Cloud Rain Order.

Of course, up to now, if she accidentally killed him... there’s nothing she could do.

After all, if he continued to live, her death might really be inevitable.

All these thoughts sorted in just a flash of a thought.

But the most crucial matter facing Prince Mei right now is...

How exactly was the Wushan Cloud Rain Dao executed again?

How did I forget?

With a formidable enemy ahead and an unprecedented opportunity right in front of her, she forgot how to execute her move?

Is this even possible?

No matter how much she racked her brains, the more anxious she became... Chu Qing would certainly not let her ponder here indefinitely, and she must recall it before he realized. Otherwise, her situation would be perilous.

Yet the more such thoughts arose, the more impetuous she became, and the more she found her mind blank.

In desperation, she decided to ignore the Wushan Cloud Rain Dao and directly attempt a kill with the Cloud Rain Order!

Though the success rate was low... how would she know without trying?

At the very moment this idea sprang up, despair washed over Prince Mei again.

Because, not only had she forgotten the Wushan Cloud Rain Dao, she also forgot how to initiate the Cloud Rain Order... How to channel her Inner Strength? If the opponent counterattacked, what Technique should she use to defend?

These thoughts spun ceaselessly in her mind, but she realized that the more she dwelled on them, the more she forgot.

"No... It can’t be... How could this be?"

This tall woman staggered backward, her mind completely empty, as if her entire past life was merely an illusion.

All those events she’d experienced, the martial arts she’d practiced, were all nonexistent... Otherwise, why couldn’t she remember?

At this moment, she didn’t even notice Chu Qing, who should have immediately attacked her, was simply watching her silently.

Actually, Prince Mei miscalculated one thing.

Prince Xiao underestimated the depth of Chu Qing’s martial arts, while Prince Mei overestimated the timing.

When Chu Qing drove her into the ground, he already knew this Inner Power-rich Prince Mei would not die from it.

Precisely because he knew Prince Mei was still alive, Chu Qing had no hesitation in killing Prince Xiao.

Leaving one of the Twelve Saint Kings was enough, mainly to use as leverage to ask about the Ghost Emperor’s whereabouts.

Simultaneously, Chu Qing was waiting...

Waiting for the General!

In today’s battle up to now, he seemed to give it his all, but actually preserved many crucial techniques he hadn’t used.

All these were reserved for the General.

Thus, he wasn’t in a hurry, gradually and deliberately dealing with these experts.

If the General were truly present, watching this scene, he surely wouldn’t be able to sit idle.

But up until the originally numerous experts ended up as mere solitary figures, the General did not appear.

Only then did Chu Qing truly dismiss his concerns.

As for freezing Prince Mei, it was merely a backup plan.

If the General emerged, he would simply execute Prince Mei with thunderous means.

If the General did not appear... the Ghost Emperor’s whereabouts depended on Prince Mei, and under such circumstances, how could Chu Qing easily kill her?

And the final outcome was as Chu Qing expected.

Prince Mei revealed herself, and the Supreme Wisdom Art he had set aside for so long finally awaited the perfect moment to take effect.

Watching Prince Mei gradually sink into madness, with memories dwindling from her mind, she couldn’t help but collapse to the ground, wailing and sobbing.

The world vast and ancient, clouds transformed and faded.

The cries were so mournful, like a little girl robbed of her sugar-coated haws.

It stirred a lingering sadness in the hearts of those who heard.

Yet, upon realizing she was one of the Twelve Saint Kings of the Celestial Evil Cult, looking at the devastation in front of them, any remaining compassion vanished like smoke.