Chapter 411: Chapter 237: Curtain Falls
The enormous sound brought along a biting wind.
The falling snowflakes were instantly swept up into the sky, while the ground was smashed into a huge pit.
Yet this was just the beginning...
Chu Qing, holding Chu Huai Feng, repeatedly slammed him down in all directions.
The violent rumbling echoed throughout the land.
By this time, everyone around could already crawl up from the ground, and Zhou Rui went over to help the fleeing scholar stand.
The group just stared in amazement at Chu Qing violently beating Chu Huai Feng, who had them all searching the ground for their lost teeth like children in a scuffle.
When facing them, Chu Huai Feng seemed like a fierce tiger.
But when facing Chu Qing...he couldn’t even be considered a sick cat.
After being lifted and slammed by Chu Qing dozens of times, Chu Qing leaped into the air with Chu Huai Feng in tow.
With a turn of the body, he swung him around and ruthlessly flung him to the ground.
Chu Huai Feng crashed down like a meteor, the ground already pitted and scarred, as if relentlessly pounded by falling stones from the sky.
Then Chu Qing spun his body, and with the momentum, struck down with a palm.
Soaring Dragon in the Sky!
This palm descended from the heavens, the sound of a dragon’s roar resounding behind him.
But Chu Huai Feng on the ground suddenly flipped up... his condition indeed different from ordinary people.
The so-called ’Cold Corpse’ is not just a simple title.
Thus, despite bearing so many attacks, he still had the strength for another fight.
He raised his head to look at Chu Qing’s palm, his body held up by the force beneath it, both hands crossed with Iron Claws facing down, channeling Inner Breath, the faint blue glow of cold air fleeting across his palm.
Then he lifted both hands, an infinite blood-redness rising in his eyes.
Blood seeped from his eye sockets, and the fierce wind swirling from his body roared like a hundred ghosts wailing!
Violent explosions rang one after another as Chu Huai Feng circulated his power, finally forming a terrifying Senluo Ghost Head behind him!
The ghost head was two zhang tall, grotesque and terrifying, its entire body a clear azure, exuding a chilling aura.
Now it’s the chilly winter with flying snow; if it were a warm springtime, Chu Huai Feng’s move would carry potent toxins within the cold aura.
It would wither a hundred plants, bringing a deathly silence.
But at this moment, these effects couldn’t manifest externally.
Chu Huai Feng leapt, and that sinister ghost head instantly merged into his body, the Iron Armor covering his five fingers flashing with a piercing sharpness!
A palm and a claw collided in an instant.
The intense wind dispersed in all directions at the first moment, yet in the next, a cracking sound was heard!
The crack originated from Chu Huai Feng’s Treasure Armor...
It began at the fingertips, then rapidly spread to the whole hand, then to the wrist, forearm, shoulder, and finally covering his entire body!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, bang, bang, bang!
The piercing sound of air echoed, the surrounding crowd dodging as the shattered Treasure Armor flew about like the sharpest knife, scattering everyone around.
These were fragments carrying the Inner Power of both Chu Qing and Chu Huai Feng, and no one dared to block them...
The fragments fell into the snow, creating a large pit.
They landed on the remaining walls, causing them to collapse.
On the ground, they directly penetrated the earth.
In mid-air, Chu Huai Feng’s body trembled, and the next moment, a palm was already pressing against his chest and abdomen.
Roar!!!
A dragon-shaped Qi sprang out from his back, wildly thrashing, crashing to the ground.
Following was Chu Huai Feng!
Pressed by Chu Qing’s palm, he was slammed down to the ground from mid-air!
Before the sound arose, the ground already moved.
The rolling earth, like tidal waves, spread outwards, causing the surrounding people to almost lose their footing.
Finally, a thunderous boom erupted, raising clouds of dust.
When the dust settled, everyone’s eyes fell upon the ground in front of the building, which was now in ruins.
The ground was so uneven as if two prehistoric beasts had battled here, and in the middle, a massive pit had collapsed down two or three meters.
Chu Huai Feng lay in this pit, blood flowing from all seven orifices.
Chu Qing squatted beside him, poking his head with the scabbard:
"Hey, are you dead?
"Say something."
The crowd: "..."
Even more shocking was that Chu Huai Feng actually groaned softly, indicating he was still alive.
Chu Qing, seeing this, nodded, reached out, grabbed Chu Huai Feng by the shoulder, pulled him out of the pit, looked around, feeling nowhere to shelter from the wind and snow, and threw him in the middle of the open ground.
Wu Qianhuan noticed that Chu Qing, at some point, had put on a pair of white gloves.
Seemingly aware of Wu Qianhuan’s curiosity, Chu Qing showed them to her:
"Silk Gloves, immune to all poisons."
"Oh."
Wu Qianhuan nodded.
Hua Jinnian looked at Chu Qing, then at Wu Qianhuan, feeling the atmosphere between the two was somewhat peculiar...
Meanwhile, the others also gathered around.
To watch together, the half-dead Chu Huai Feng on the ground.
"Rest assured, he’s definitely alive."
Chu Qing saw them all gather and said:
"I still have my limits..."
The crowd looked at each other, thinking you didn’t need to be so restrained; beating him to death wouldn’t have been a problem.
Chu Qing kicked Chu Huai Feng and said:
"Are you really Chu Huai Feng?"
This question puzzled everyone present... but after a moment, it became clear.
The man looked, indeed, too young.
However, Chu Huai Feng opened his blue-tinged eyes and said in a voice almost exhausted:
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