The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1268: Chapter 378: Inscription Level Divine Techniques?! How Could You Possibly Know Inscription Level Divine Techniques?

The rusty blade, with its seemingly chaotic patterns, at this moment forms a complete Thunder Dao diagram.

The sword tip emits blinding purple-gold thunder rays.

Zhou Qing experiences a moment of enlightenment, flipping his wrist as the broken sword traces a mysterious trajectory.

This sword strike appears simple but closely aligns with the ultimate principles of Heaven and Earth.

Where the sword tip passes, the space ripples like water, forcibly severing the aura locked onto his forehead by the elder!

"How is this possible?!" A trace of dread flashes in the elder’s murky eyes.

Just three breaths ago, he clearly sensed that the young man before him was merely an ant at the Divinity Transformation Realm.

But now, the fluctuations emanating from him carry the same cultivation level!

Almost simultaneously, he swiftly retreats, creating distance between himself and Zhou Qing.

"I was careless..." The elder’s throat rolls, cold sweat seeping from his back.

If Zhou Qing had suddenly attacked from such close range earlier, he would be severely injured even if he survived.

Thinking of standing face to face with a strong adversary of the same level, his heart, silent for thousands of years, pounds wildly in his emaciated chest.

He almost fell into a trap.

"Quickly, take your senior brothers and sisters away!" Zhou Qing’s voice explodes in Lu Yaoyao’s sea of awareness.

He stretches out the newfound power, each pore breathing in Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

The thrill of resonating with the laws with every movement nearly brings him to moan uncontrollably.

Lu Yaoyao stands frozen.

In the moonlight, the sword-wielding silhouette’s fluttering robes silently overlap with the long-gone stance of her father from memory.

What is happening?

"Spirit... Spirit Severing Realm?" Her lips tremble lightly.

But she quickly awakens, startled by the distant exploding Sword Qi, transforming into an icy rainbow shooting towards the residences of the Ghost Mastiff and Luo Lingling.

"Old fellow, why are you running?" Zhou Qing laughs long, the Tetanus in his hand ringing like a dragon.

The mottled thunder patterns on the sword move amidst the rust, condensing into a dazzling star point at the sword tip.

This long laugh alarms the entire Inner City, countless cultivators waking from meditation, leaping onto rooftops to watch.

"Sss—"

A simple vertical cut unexpectedly triggers a change in Heaven and Earth.

Where the sword light passes, the night sky tears like silk, revealing the brilliant shadow of the star river behind.

The starlight flowing from the crack is not an illusion; it’s the true circulation of Star Power, drawn by the strike, transforming into millions of fine sword lights cascading down!

"Of all things in life, I hate your type pretending to be weak then pouncing!" Despite the terrifying Sword Qi, the elder doesn’t retreat, instead giving a sinister laugh.

He throws Shen Yunzhou out, then his emaciated body suddenly expands, the black robe tearing to reveal green-gray skin covered in bizarre runes.

The runes crawl like living creatures, covering him in an instant, forming a ghastly ghost face at his chest.

"Netherworld Heart-Shield Mirror!"

The elder roars, the ghost face runes suddenly detaching from the skin, forming a primitive bronze mirror before him.

The mirror surface doesn’t reflect but absorbs—all of the star river sword light Zhou Qing slashed gets absorbed, the eighteen ghost reliefs on the mirror edge simultaneously glowing scarlet.

"Returning it to you!"

The bronze mirror flips, from it sprays not starlight, but a viscous blood-colored river!

Countless distorted human faces bobble in the river, emitting piercing wails.

This is the elder’s killing move, blending Zhou Qing’s Sword Qi with his Divine Techniques; every drop of blood-heavy water is like a thousand-pound weight, carrying poison corroding the Primordial Spirit.

Zhou Qing’s pupils contract sharply, the moment the broken sword blocks, the thunder patterns on the blade explode.

Not defending, but counterattacking with offense!

The thunder patterns shoot off the sword, forming a massive thunder net in the air.

Each thunder thread precisely intercepts every drop of blood water, the exploding electric light forcibly steaming the blood river into sky-filled red mist.

Witnessing this, the elder suddenly bites his tongue tip, spitting a mouthful of black blood onto the mirror’s back.

The mirror surface instantly presents Zhou Qing’s reflection, but the shadow’s eyes are red, giving a weird smile to the original.

"Curse of Slaughter!"

With the elder’s scream, the shadow in the mirror suddenly grips its own throat.

In reality, Zhou Qing feels an invisible force choke his throat; even more frightening, his Primordial Spirit begins to inexplicably crumble!

This curse directly targets his essence, normal defenses useless.

On the brink of life and death, Zhou Qing reverses his hand, stabbing his own chest with a sword.

Not self-harm, but precisely piercing a particular acupoint at the heart.

The spraying heart’s blood condenses in the air into an ancient rune for "Breaking," using his own Essence Blood as a lead, activating the most domineering Blood Curse countermeasure!

"Bang!"

The bronze mirror shatters explosively, the ghost face runes on the elder’s chest crumble inch by inch, disintegrating into wisps of black smoke.

Both simultaneously spew blood and retreat, each step igniting a circle of burning spirit flames underfoot.

"Two Spirit Severing Realm powers battling, this is a rare opportunity."

"Something’s not right, doesn’t that person seem familiar?"

"Wait, that person is... Master Zhou? How is this possible!"

"When did Master Zhou breakthrough to the Spirit Severing Realm? Oh my, although expected he would advance, didn’t think it’d be so fast."

...

Within the Imperial City, countless cultivators pale with fear, frantically retreating, afraid of getting caught in battle aftershocks.

"Good! Very good!" Facing Zhou Qing’s counterattack, the elder wipes away the black blood from his mouth, suddenly tearing a piece of festering flesh from his left arm, tossing it into the air.

The rotting flesh grows in the wind, transforming into a Ghost King Dharma Aspect with three heads and six arms.

Every hand holds a ball of eerie green ghost fire, upon closer look, each flame seals the living souls of thousands of boys and girls!

Those souls twist and wail in the flames, resentment soaring sky-high, even staining the sky a ghastly green.