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System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests

Chapter 389 - 226: Heaven and Earth, Ghosts and Gods are All Helpless. Across the Eight Wastelands and Six Directions, Only I Am Supreme!
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Chapter 389: Chapter 226: Heaven and Earth, Ghosts and Gods are All Helpless. Across the Eight Wastelands and Six Directions, Only I Am Supreme!

The two figures clashed once more.

The Blood Demon Scripture of Prince Xue, Chu Qing’s Nine Chapters of Divine Jade, every clash was a massive wave.

The entire mountain village was almost leveled to the ground amidst their battle.

The intense tremors spread in all directions, attracting the attention of many passersby.

Ordinary people couldn’t perceive the terror within, only feeling that today’s weather was strange. Why were there waves of ominous winds? In broad daylight, there were thunderous winter sounds. What was this all about?

Occasionally, a passing expert observed from afar, feeling a chill run through their heart.

What kind of experts were engaged in such a fierce battle?

Just by sensing the inner strength contained within the breeze and hearing the sounds, one would feel a deep terror in their heart.

Meanwhile, the two in combat constantly changed their techniques, Chu Qing’s Sixteen Paths of Shocking Evil Saber embracing both orthodox and peculiar paths, complemented by the Proud Cold Six Formulas, shaking the heavens and earth.

Wrapped in gusts of cold air, he continuously collided with Prince Xue’s fists and palms.

Blood often dripped from Prince Xue’s fingers and palms; the blood wasn’t hers. She could draw blood from afar, using the surrounding mountain bandits as her source of nourishment.

Then with a pull and a push, her fists and palms, with an infinite decaying force, would bring forth immense shock with each strike.

Suddenly, Chu Qing’s saber technique changed, leaping into the air, still executing the Shocking Cold Gaze!

Prince Xue looked up, laughing heartily:

"Are you at your wit’s end!?"

Chu Qing paid no heed, the blade suddenly slashing down, a twelve-zhang saber aura crashed down, and between the overlapping shadows of the saber, a second, third twelve-zhang saber aura emerged.

The saber auras fell from three places yet seemed to divide into seven!

Prince Xue, who was about to defend as before, was suddenly startled. She thought she had it under control but didn’t expect such a change.

One figure was immediately disrupted by the seven saber auras, leaving a pool of blood where it fell.

But Prince Xue was already in the distance, holding an arm.

Her own arm.

"Third Brother, don’t you know how to cherish beauty? Such a fair, jade-like arm? Would you cut it off?"

The bizarre thing was that although she spoke in this manner, not a drop of blood flowed from her shoulder.

As she finished speaking, she placed the severed arm back to her wound.

Watching the flowing blood, the arm that Chu Qing had forcibly severed was now seamlessly reattached.

She flexed her arm, smiling:

"Seven Extremes Seven Transitions Seven Injuries Sword? I must say, Ling Beichen back then was truly a talent without equal. But alas, some people have the talent to make a name in the Martial World, but not the nature to wander it freely.

"So young, yet wanting to marry and have children.

"That would be fine, but inexplicably, even Martial Arts was neglected...

"How could he know that the matters of this world are never what you want them to be.

"You want to leave the Martial World? But did you ask whether the Martial World permits you to leave?"

Chu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Is that your reason for harming his entire family?"

"Third Brother, what are you saying? Prince Mu must have told you, what our Celestial Evil Cult is plotting is too grand; we desire the world.

"How big is the world?

"The Four Domains Divine Continent is vast and majestic, with boundless populations and countless sects.

"The South Ridge is not just a small land, but even so, it’s still only half of one domain in the world.

"In such a place, there are two factions, three halls, five gates, and one manor... To trample these underfoot, we need many hands.

"The plans were intricate; if known, it would be either join or die.

"Of course, now it doesn’t matter, the ambition of our Celestial Evil Cult is known to all.

"But back then it wasn’t so... Ling Beichen refused Prince Mu, and the only outcome left for him was one.

"That was something that couldn’t be changed."

Prince Xue sighed:

"Actually, thinking about it, it’s quite helpless. Third Brother probably doesn’t know, when I was a maiden waiting to be wed, I didn’t think about fighting and killing every day.

"Just like Liu San Niang, a young girl’s thoughts are always of spring.

"Always thinking of finding a lover who resonates with me, to be together day and night.

"Painting hand in hand during the day, whispering shyly at night.

"A lifetime with one partner... Alas, alas, a young girl’s dream is ultimately just a dream, once it shatters, one must fight for it."

Chu Qing’s expression suddenly became odd:

"Prince, you keep calling ’Third Brother,’ but may I ask, how old are you?"

After these words, Prince Xue’s face suddenly turned gloomy, she snorted:

"Third Brother is quite ungentlemanly, asking such a thing? Do I look that old?"

"..."

Chu Qing felt he had probably hit the mark.

This woman definitely didn’t look as young as she seemed... A seventy-eight-year-old hag?

Repeatedly calling ’Third Brother,’ Chu Qing suddenly shivered.

This thoroughly infuriated Prince Xue, she shouted angrily:

"I’ll peel your skin, sew it onto a doll, and decorate my Blood Pool!!"

With that, she leaped up, blood aura gathered around her, countless lines of blood light like strings, drawing the surrounding blood aura continuously into her body, followed by a palm coming down fiercely.

This palm shrouded in blood light didn’t seem human, more like some kind of demon.

The palm was slender, covered with scales, nails sharp and long, exuding a nauseating blood stench.

Chu Qing’s eyes lifted, reversing his grip on the Single Saber, stabbing it into the ground.

Both hands crossed over his chest, a white light swirling between them, a dragon’s roar echoing in an instant, a white Dragon Form True Qi swirling around him.

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