Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Over twenty tentacles shot out from the surrounding mist, dragging the unresponsive Zhou Qing down.
A Silver Dragon appeared again, shattering all the tentacles.
Consecutively using the "Silver Dragon Hand" twice drained Zhou Qing’s already meager spiritual power to almost nothing.
"This seems like an independent space?" Stabilizing his heart and spirit, he didn’t feel the choking dust, but rather a fresh, unique scent.
Yet, he didn’t dare to relax even slightly, continuing to absorb spiritual power and even taking out several bottles of divine soul healing elixirs given by Cui Yingying, downing them in one go.
"Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, where are you?" At this moment, Yan’s voice suddenly came from the thick fog.
Next, Yan Xiaohu rushed out. Upon seeing Zhou Qing, he was instantly overjoyed.
"Third Brother, didn’t you leave?" Zhou Qing asked in surprise.
Yan Xiaohu immediately smiled, "You’re still here, how could I, as your brother, stay outside in peace? Come with me quickly..."
Before Yan Xiaohu could finish his words, Zhou Qing’s long sword thrust out like a thunderbolt, piercing his chest and splitting him in two with an upward slice.
"The illusion was quite realistic, but unfortunately, you didn’t leave any notes!" Zhou Qing muttered to himself softly.
He watched as the two halves of the corpse, with faces full of disbelief, fell to the ground and then turned into a mass of writhing flesh.
Zhou Qing also staggered, kneeling on one knee while supporting himself with his sword, gasping for breath and quickly running the "Taiqing Profound Qi Skills" to hasten the replenishment of his spiritual power.
"Zhou, Zhou, where are you?" In a daze, Lu Yaoyao’s anxious voice echoed around.
Soon, the red mist rolled, and Lu Yaoyao, holding her long sword, ran out.
"Zhou, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!" Seeing Zhou Qing’s condition, Lu Yaoyao ran over with a sobbing voice.
Zhou Qing managed a forced smile, raising his hand, "Lu, help me up, just now someone pretended to be Third Brother, just like you are now..."
As Lu Yaoyao approached, Zhou Qing’s sword erupted with lightning and pierced her forehead before she could react.
"How did you discover me?"
The next moment, "Lu Yaoyao" in front of Zhou Qing’s eyes turned crimson, a voice of indeterminate gender questioning from her mouth.
Gazing at the figure staring intently at him, Zhou Qing snorted.
"It’s a secret, I won’t tell you. But seeing that you’re using such means against me now, it seems you’re also heavily injured, or perhaps busy absorbing that Yin Spirit? If so, then don’t blame me for taking advantage!"
Zhou Qing finished speaking and shattered its head instantly.
Then, he turned abruptly, his eyes sharp as lightning, staring at the blood mist before him, feeling no fear.
After killing the fake Third Brother, the writhing flesh quickly burrowed into the ground and vanished.
So, he remained cautious.
Now, he was almost certain the Blood Tai Sui was just a short distance behind him, silently watching.
Given this, he could only fight with his back to the wall!
"Thinking my cultivation is weak, pulling me down as a supplement? This time you’ve miscalculated!"
Zhou Qing stowed his long sword and retrieved the broken blade.
With a thought, the broken sword in his hand glowed brightly, flickering with threads of lightning, gathering all his remaining spiritual power onto the sword.
"Thunder Sword Skills, First Move, Thunder Void-breaking Slash, break!"
Silver light flashed at his feet as Zhou Qing darted into the blood mist, slashing out with his broken sword.
In an instant, the sky changed, dark clouds roiled, and bolts of thunder like silver serpents scurried within the clouds.
Where the thunder sword qi passed, the blood mist was directly torn apart, emitting a series of piercing sounds.
Revealing a mass of flesh riddled with holes a hundred meters away.
Its two human heads swiveled, eyes full of fear.
It tried to roll away, but the thunder and sword had already fallen.
A shrill scream echoed around, and the flesh began disintegrating under the thunder sword qi.
It howled and struggled frantically, releasing endless blood qi to resist, but everything was futile.
In a flash, with a loud bang, the Blood Tai Sui was blasted to pieces.
The two human heads rolled to the ground.
Zhou Qing’s vision went black, and as he was about to collapse, he hastily grabbed mid-grade spirit stones with both hands, urgently running his cultivation technique to avoid passing out entirely.
Now, he had truly given his all.
If the opponent lived, he could do nothing more, just leave it to fate.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck——" At this time, the old hen jumped out from Zhou Qing’s chest and began pecking randomly around.
It pecked at the scattered flesh, not sparing any of it, swallowing it all.
As time slowly passed, the surrounding mist began to dissipate.
Zhou Qing, slightly recovered, quickly looked around.
Seeing the scattered flesh and the old hen feasting, Zhou Qing laughed.
It seems that thing was indeed killed by him.
Then, he staggered forward, making sure the old hen was safe, his heart finally at ease.
As Zhou Qing was about to get up, he saw the old hen lift her rear, and a red spirit egg dropped out.
Zhou Qing was stunned, then overjoyed, carefully picking it up.
Unlike previous spirit eggs, this one was filled with an indescribably pure blood qi.