Chapter 1620 - 478: Zhou... Zhou Qing?! How Could It Be You! (First Update)

Rumble rumble!!!

The distant black thunder continued its mad descent, Zhou Qing slowly exhaled a breath of impure air.

Standing next to him, the ninth ancestor Yan Wuxin had already become a blood-drenched figure, also letting out a long breath.

Finally, it stopped cutting, but for some unknown reason, he felt a bit dizzy.

Perhaps it’s due to the excessive blood loss, but why is it still flowing?

After a while, the strength of the black thunder slightly diminished.

Witnessing firsthand the terror of the Supreme Tribulation, Zhou Qing’s heart couldn’t help but feel some awe and dread.

"Stay here and guard, I will set up a formation to prevent detection by those with ill intentions!"

Not waiting for Yan Wuxin’s refusal, Zhou Qing took out the Array Disc and Array Flag, beginning to set up with Yan Wuxin at the center, openly and boldly.

Lest when fighting, this guy tears space to escape, or seeks aid from the Yan Family.

"Heh... Fifth Brother is as cautious as ever." Yan Wuxin squeezed out a smile on his pale face.

"Even if that old man successfully crosses the tribulation, would he dare provoke two Supremes at once?"

He spoke, trying once more to stop the bleeding, but found dozens of wounds on his body still bleeding uncontrollably.

Yan Wuxin frowned, looking at his blood-stained self, weakly shaking his head, muttering: "Unexpected... the toxin in my body is so stubborn..."

...

The black thunderstorm on the heavenly dome lasted for a whole incense stick time.

When the last thunderbolt vanished, the entire tribulation crossing area had become a bottomless giant pit.

At the pit bottom, a charred humanoid body trembled slightly.

"Cough cough..." Second Uncle struggled to rise, his skin entirely charred and peeling, yet beneath the blackness, newly born flesh glowed with strange radiance.

He trembled as he raised his palm, feeling the Supreme Power circulating within, suddenly laughing up at the sky:

"Hahaha... cursed heavens... you ultimately... couldn’t take my life..." The laughter abruptly stopped, his entire body collapsing with a boom.

The clouds dispersed, the mist cleared, sunshine once more fell upon the earth.

"Continue detoxing, don’t move." Zhou Qing finished advising Yan Wuxin, then flickered to the pit bottom.

He carefully helped up the scarcely breathing Second Uncle, feeling the emerging Supreme aura within, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Then quickly took out the prepared Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal and healing Holy Medicine, offering them.

"Can you still hold on?" Zhou Qing asked in a low voice.

Second Uncle managed to open his bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse: "Can you handle it yourself?"

Zhou Qing nodded understandingly: "Rest assured, it’s not the first time killing."

Second Uncle gestured towards the nearby Storage Bag with his eyes.

Zhou Qing hurriedly picked it up, and with a thread of Second Uncle’s Primordial Spirit entering, the Eternal Sin Fire Mirror appeared.

"Since the Inspector... wants to test you..." Second Uncle spoke haltingly, "I won’t... interfere... act carefully..."

He added with difficulty: "It will take at least... half an hour... to recover somewhat."

Zhou Qing calmly retracted his Extreme Dao Weapon, speaking solemnly: "I understand."

After speaking, he helped Second Uncle extract the Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng from the Spirit Beast Pouch.

As Little Blood appeared, seeing Second Uncle’s wretched state, he immediately began to cry "ying ying," continually pawing at Second Uncle’s charred lapel.

"Don’t cry..." Second Uncle weakly said, "something... practical..."

Upon hearing this, Little Blood immediately responded, opening its mouth to spit out a sparkling blood pearl.

As the blood pearl entered his stomach, Second Uncle’s entire body erupted with overwhelming vigor, combining with the Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal in his hand, the Supreme Pressure rapidly recovering.

Zhou Qing then fully relaxed, turning to Little Blood and whispering: "Act with me, pretend to struggle."

He finished speaking, grabbed the back of its neck, and turned towards Yan Wuxin.

Though Little Blood didn’t understand why, it immediately struggled and kicked in the air, squeaking loudly.

In the distance, Yan Wuxin stood in the air, swaying as he looked down, with his blood continuously dripping like a stream.

The excessive blood loss caused his vision to blur, even his Primordial Spirit beginning to tremble.

"Something’s....not right..." he muttered, unable to detect any toxin in his body, yet the bleeding wouldn’t stop.

His heart raced uncontrollably, waves of dizziness struck.

At this moment, in his blurred vision, he saw Zhou Qing carrying a struggling small figure approaching.

Yan Wuxin rubbed his eyes fiercely, incredulously widening them:

"Trans... Transformed Ginseng?!"

With a flicker of his form, he instantly appeared before Zhou Qing.

His bloodshot eyes fixated on the Transformed Ginseng, trembling as he reached out his hand, yet he held back his greed and retracted it.

"Fifth Brother, this... this..." His voice was filled with uncontrollable longing.

Zhou Qing remained expressionless: "That old thing didn’t make it, he’s dead now."

He shook the struggling Little Blood in his hand, "Found in his Storage Bag, perfect for replenishing your vigor."

"For... for me?" Yan Wuxin’s pupils abruptly widened, his pale face flushed with unhealthy redness.

At this moment, he paid no attention to the loophole in this statement—the fall of a Spirit Severing Realm expert should have induced a celestial phenomenon, forming a certain range of obsession area.

His thinking had become dull, all attention drawn to this thoroughly blood-red, enticingly aromatic Transformed Ginseng before him.

"Take it, no need for courtesy between family."

Zhou Qing’s lips slowly curved into a cold arc, he deliberately pushed the Ginseng Doll forward.

The Transformed Spirit Medicine still strenuously performed, its short legs kicking chaotically, squeaking loudly.

Just enough to completely block Yan Wuxin’s view.

"Thank you Fifth Brother! This favor Ninth Brother..."

Yan Wuxin’s grateful words were only halfway out, his voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

His pupils shrank to pinpoints, the ingratiating smile on his face froze instantly.

Thump!

A long spear entwined with purple thunder suddenly erupted from beneath the Ginseng Doll!

The spear tip flashed with dazzling thunder light, drawing a bizarre purple trajectory in the air.

With catch-wind speed, it precisely and unfailingly pierced through Yan Wuxin’s heart!

"Ah——!"

Shrill screams tore through the sky.

Yan Wuxin’s eyes widened, his face still retained an expression of disbelief.

His hands quickly retracted as if shocked, his body frantically retreated.

The sharp spear tip withdrew from his chest, carrying with it a plume of scorching Heart’s Blood, tracing a poignant blood line in the air.

Sizzle——!

On the Purple Gold Thunder Spear, the Power of Thunder entangled wounds, raging furiously, emitting a chilling burn sound.

Yan Wuxin could distinctly feel his heart being slowly shredded by the rampaging Thunder Spiritual Power.

"Cough cough..."

He staggered back several dozen feet, barely maintaining balance.

Looking down at the heart-wrenching blood hole on his chest, blood gushed continuously from the wound.

When he finally raised his head, clear eyed, seeing the true face of his opponent, the shock in his eyes nearly materialized:

"Zhou... Zhou Qing?! How could it be you!"