Ji Zikong saw Shen Qing, who was intact as if resurrected, and his spirit was completely exhilarated.
Such a technique that could bring the dead back to life, he had never seen nor heard of before.
"There is indeed something extraordinary about this child!"
"Such a technique in his possession is simply a waste. If I could obtain this technique, then why should I fear the Heavenly Demon?"
Ji Zikong eyed Shen Qing, his gaze turning fervent.
He couldn’t wait to seize Shen Qing’s Primordial Spirit and extract all his secrets.
"Today you have given me too many surprises; it’s time you did your part for the life and death of the Human Clan!"
Ji Zikong laughed heartily as he wielded his Treasure Sword, swiftly advancing towards Shen Qing.
His cultivation of the Unity Realm was fully unleashed at this moment, concentrating into his sharp sword.
This sword was a Magic Treasure passed down in the Ji Family since ancient times, becoming highly spiritual after a millennium of refinement.
Sensing Ji Zikong’s emotions and intentions, the sword trembled, its brilliance surged, and its cold glow was fully revealed, sweeping across like a mighty river, unhesitatingly towards Shen Qing.
Even an eagle must exert full strength to seize a rabbit.
Ji Zikong understood this truth and did not underestimate Shen Qing because of his lower cultivation.
The oppressive might of the Unity Realm, tangible as substance, enveloped the skies of the Capital, descending upon Shen Qing along with the sword’s force.
At that moment, Shen Qing was at a critical point in healing his injuries; the recently healed wounds instantly ruptured.
His entire body was covered in cracks like a piece of porcelain.
Bright red blood spurted out, exceedingly gruesome.
With a thought, Shen Qing, in a critical moment, instantly activated the Great Void Shifting Technique.
In front of him, the void twisted, enveloping him completely.
Boom!
The Sword Qi struck the ground.
Like the splitting of heaven and earth, a trench tens of meters deep appeared in the middle of the Capital, as if to split it in half.
Shen Qing narrowly avoided it with the Great Void Shifting Technique.
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It was hard to imagine, had that strike hit him, he would have surely been reduced to dust.
Unmatched power.
Instantly, Shen Qing pushed the Great Void Shifting Technique to its limit, his figure flickering unpredictably to the left and right, back and forth, continuously moving towards the outskirts of the Capital, incomprehensible to onlookers.
Ji Zikong’s gaze relentlessly pursued Shen Qing, pressing closely each step.
His Sword Qi was relentless, allowing Shen Qing no chance to breathe.
Their figures streaked across the sky like shooting stars, spanning great distances in the blink of an eye.
"With this movement technique, even with my speed as a Sword Cultivator, I can’t take full advantage. Where in the world did Duke Wu’an learn such skills?"
Ji Zikong’s eyes shone brilliantly, growing ever more eager about Shen Qing’s secrets.
He had sustained significant injuries due to Taoist Huangtian, with many wounds ferociously bleeding, some even revealing glimpses of his internal organs, weakening his strength.
Ji Zikong was blind to these injuries, disregarding them as he merged with his sword, dramatically increasing his speed.
The sword light soared like a dragon ascending the Nine Heavens, with an unstoppable momentum covering the area where Shen Qing was.
Everywhere it passed, the heavens and earth seemed to be split by this sword, the sky changed color, and the sun and moon darkened.
Seeing this, Shen Qing’s eyes widened as Spiritual Power surged violently within him, knowing there was no room for hesitation.
He exerted all his strength to wield his Magic Treasure "Thunder Abyss," using its formidable power to counter Ji Zikong’s fearsome strike.
Lightning flashed, striking like a flood dragon towards the sword light.
Crack.
To Shen Qing’s disbelief, the "Thunder Abyss" Treasure Blade could not withstand Ji Zikong’s overpowering Sword Intent.
A loud crash echoed, and Thunder Abyss shattered inch by inch under the sword light. Amidst its anguished cries, the power contained within the blade burst forth completely at that moment, transforming into a sea of thunder that filled the entire sky with blue lightning arcs.
Intense energy waves spread far and wide.
Even Ji Zikong, who was in the Unity Realm, could feel the terror emanating from it.
He had no doubt that even if he were to fall into this sea of thunder right now, it would be unbearable.
Shen Qing frantically activated the Six Paths Reincarnation Technique, with dazzling vortexes slowly lighting up at each of his acupoints. They desperately drew in the spiritual energy from the surroundings, quickly healing his injuries substantially.
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He rapidly pulled out a treasure bow from the Hundred Treasure Pouch and drew the bow to its full extent without hesitation.
The spiritual power he had condensed inside his body, every thread and strand, he channeled into the treasure bow, turning them into arrows.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
The sounds of breaking the air exploded.
Nine arrows almost simultaneously streaked across the sky; each one was like the scorching sun, wielding the might to scorch the heavens and boil the oceans, aiming straight for Ji Zikong.
It seemed as if rounds of suns were summoned in the sky, radiating vast light.
Even Ji Zikong, who had high expectations, could not help but reveal a hint of astonishment on his face at that moment.
He could feel the terrifying power contained within these arrows; even though his body was injured, being struck by these arrows wouldn’t kill him, but it would be exceedingly painful.
Ji Zikong instinctively dodged.
However, to his surprise, even though he had dodged, the arrows, as if possessing eyes, landed precisely on his body without missing.
Boom, boom, boom...
The nine beams of arrow light burst one after another.
Roaring suns lit up, only to extinguish in the blink of an eye.
When the light from the nine "suns" gradually dissipated, Ji Zikong’s distressed expression was revealed.
At this moment, he stood at the center of heaven and earth, his clothes tattered and his chest dyed mottled with crimson blood.
"Good, good, good!"
Ji Zikong laughed in rage, his eyes filled with bloodshot.
He had never imagined that one day he would be pushed to this point by a martial master from the Primordial Spirit Realm.
"Unexpectedly, amongst my subordinates there’s someone like you; I had underestimated you!"
Ji’s Primordial Spirit quivered intensely inside him, stirring the surrounding natural spiritual energy to boil like a tide.
Suddenly, a gigantic frost-colored sword Qi emerged behind him.
The power of the long sword magic treasure, under the urging of his Primordial Spirit, fully manifested its might.
"Your physical body shall be buried under my sword, and that shall be your honor."
The frost on the blade twinkled, chilling to the bone, carrying an unmatched force as it chopped toward Shen Qing.
Before the sword even arrived, the chilling intent had already frosted the ground.
Shen Qing was greatly startled, his hands quickly forming a seal.
A surge of spiritual power burst forth from within him, transforming into a colossal golden seal, dazzling with golden light, an overwhelming force.
He activated the Eight Desolate Annihilation Seal.
Primordial Spirit enhanced.
The golden seal soared into the sky, confronting the frost-colored sword Qi.
The two collided violently in the air, causing deafening booms. Spiritual power overflowed, like terrifying waves sweeping across the surroundings.
However, the might of the Unity Realm was tremendous; the frost-colored sword Qi, being pushed to its limits by Ji Zikong, held an incomparable power of the Primordial Spirit.
The golden seal gradually cracked under the collision and finally, with a loud "bang", completely shattered, turning into specks of golden light that dissolved into the void.
Shen Qing, struck heavily, was involuntarily flung backward, blood gushing from his mouth, his complexion turning as pale as paper in an instant.
"Die!"
Ji Zikong’s face twisted in ferocity; the sword image remained unchanged behind him as he thrust out with his sword towards Shen Qing.