Yu Ziqi couldn’t help but curse aloud, but there was no time to think. Without another word, he hurriedly channeled his spiritual power, trying his best to stabilize himself, while controlling the nine flying swords to resist the violent shock from the air.
But the vibration was too intense, slowing the sword speed drastically. The originally fierce sword momentum became chaotic and could not exert its proper power.
The next moment, Yu Ziqi suddenly felt a chill on his back, causing his hair to stand on end. A strong sense of crisis surged in his heart, and he instinctively turned to block.
But it was too late. Zhou Qing appeared behind him like a ghost, holding a broken sword.
He slashed across Yu Ziqi’s waist, cutting open a large gash. Blood spurted out like a fountain.
After succeeding, Zhou Qing’s feet glimmered with silver light, and his figure flickered, disappearing instantly.
Yu Ziqi was both shocked and angry. Elder Blood Bone had said that Zhou Qing, that cunning scoundrel, was best at using poison, especially with that broken sword, which was likely smeared with some venom.
Sure enough, no matter how he mobilized his spiritual power to heal the wound, it was to no avail.
The blood from his waist kept flowing uncontrollably, and he couldn’t stop it at all.
"You scoundrel, ugh—" Yu Ziqi cursed in fury, but as soon as he spoke, the vibration from the array made his stomach churn.
Frantically, he rummaged through his storage bag and took out a large number of antitoxic pills, swallowing them in one go.
Just as he was regaining some composure, he suddenly felt a powerful wave of spiritual power coming from his right.
He hurriedly raised his sword to block, and sparks flew immediately.
Once again, Zhou Qing appeared like a ghost, attacking with perfect speed and timing, making it impossible for Yu Ziqi to defend.
Before Yu Ziqi could curse in anger, Zhou Qing’s broken sword slashed down his left waist in one smooth motion.
"A little symmetry is nice!"
Zhou Qing quipped with a smile at the corner of his mouth, then flickered away again, vanishing into the smoke and light.
"Damn it—" Yu Ziqi was infuriated, his face red with anger and his eyes filled with fury, wishing he could tear Zhou Qing to pieces.
Without hesitation, he pointed fiercely at his own forehead. The next moment, his body seemed to split, surrounded by layers of phantoms.
The phantoms gradually became clearer, connected by flesh buds, which looked rather eerie.
Soon, an identical Yu Ziqi appeared, with no difference in appearance or aura.
This was the augmentation of his Nascent Soul. Although the split-off clone’s cultivation would decrease, it could save his life in critical moments.
Indeed, his original body was heavily injured, covered in blood, looking wretched, while the newly appeared clone was intact and in good condition.
The two exchanged a glance, then surrounded Zhou Qing from both sides, attacking together.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing was a bit surprised but showed no fear.
Soon, the huge shadow of a three-legged golden crow slowly emerged behind him, radiating intense golden flames. It roared at the sky and charged at the two with terrifying momentum...
Outside, Li Hanshan, who had been attacking the array but was repeatedly interrupted by strong attacks from inside, also lost his patience.
Seizing an opportunity, Li Hanshan roared, and his black halberd swung forward sharply.
The halberd tip pierced the sky, carrying an imposing force, and stabbed fiercely at the golden Massacre Array. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
As the halberd tip struck the array patterns, they shook violently, lights flashing madly as if struggling.
With a faint sound like ice breaking, the array patterns began to crack, dimming and the runes dissipating.
Amidst the distant onlookers’ tense gazes, a deafening explosion sounded as the Massacre Array finally collapsed.
Violent waves of spiritual power spread madly in all directions, sweeping away everything and turning mountains and rocks to dust in an instant.
Yan Xiaohu and Lu Yaoyao, caught off guard, were hit by the powerful spiritual power waves inside the array.
They both groaned, spat blood, and were thrown uncontrollably, hitting the ground heavily.
Li Hanshan snorted coldly, his face full of disdain. With a light flick of his wrist, the black halberd spun in the air, its tip pointing downward. He then coldly looked at the rolling dust of the array.
Feng Cheng, seeing this from afar, turned pale with worry. Without saying a word, he rushed to help, but as soon as he stepped forward, Hu Xuantang hastily stopped him.
"My dear Feng, don’t be impulsive. This is a hopeless situation; the opponent is a genius of Cangyan Daoist Palace, halfway to Divinity Transformation Realm."
If you go now, you’ll just die in vain. It won’t do any good. It’s better to take this time to escape!"
Hu Xuantang urged anxiously.
Already injured, Feng Cheng shook his head repeatedly, determined, and handed his storage bag to Hu Xuantang, saying, "They got into this situation to save me. Even if I am useless, I am still a member of Taiqing Sect. Take care!"