Chaotic World Book-Chapter 67 - 66: Endless Terrifying Waves and Surging Tides
Chapter 67: Chapter 66: Endless Terrifying Waves and Surging Tides
Qi Bubiyi’s reaction was nothing short of heart-stopping, his instinct was to flee, not to fight to the death with a madman.
The associated effect of "Dispersing Gods and Buddhas," fear, was ineffective against the steadfast Yue Hongling and useless against the naturally brave Zhao Changhe... but for those with weaker wills... it was especially effective.
"Clang!" Qi Bubiyi didn’t dare to block the saber head-on; with a clever tap on the side of the blade with his folding fan, he tried to deflect the course of the attack, and then swiftly opened his fan to slice at Zhao Changhe’s wrist.
It had to be said, the move was quite ingenious.
However, the result was far from satisfactory... This already weakened tap merely deflected the path of the saber by an inch or two, and the slice aimed at the wrist was utterly ignored by Zhao Changhe, who seemed not to feel the pain as the fan’s edge sliced open his wrist.
The saber’s momentum was relentless, with the point of impact already reaching Qi Bubiyi’s shoulder.
With Qi Bubiyi at a disadvantage after his move failed, how could he possibly have time to alter his technique? Seasoned as he was, he rolled on the spot like a lazy donkey, narrowly avoiding the saber strike, suffering only a gash on his shoulder.
He clumsily rolled up from the ground and, glancing up, felt even more terrified.
The saber, having tasted blood, seemed to be absorbing the blood into its blade, as if the Blood Evil Qi that had been floating on the surface, creating the illusion of a Blood Saber, had truly combined with the blood. The blood from Zhao Changhe’s wrist continued to stream toward the blade, as if the saber, like a demon who had been starving for a long time, had suddenly found sustenance and was leaping for joy in some mistaken impression.
But that was clearly just a fine steel saber worth a few dozen silver, not the Blood God Saber, the treasured artifact of the Blood God Sect!
What was going on here?
Of course, it was nothing but an illusion, a false perception born from his will being snatched away.
The ferocity of Blood Evil was not something ordinary people could endure, friend or foe.
The illusion that vexed Qi Bubiyi was lengthy to describe but occurred in an instant; Zhao Changhe’s second saber strike was already on its way.
If the previous technique "Dispersing Gods and Buddhas" was like a Demon God furiously swinging his saber, slashing at the heavens and overwhelming the spirit, then the current saber strike only evoked a sense of desolation following a blood-drenched earth—a world where living beings ceased to exist, and everything reverted to silence, regardless of friend or foe.
The second of the Blood Evil Saber Technique’s ultimate three moves, "Heaven and Earth Without Me"!
One couldn’t unleash such a technique without entering a state of mindless ferocity!
Qi Bubiyi seemed to be trapped in an illusion, standing in a desolate wasteland, with the sky blood-red and corpses strewn across the ground, blood everywhere, forming a Changhe. He, as the only remaining creature in this heavenly and earthly expanse, faced annihilation by the Heavenly Dao, an existence that should not be.
Thus, the Blood Moon descended, administering Divine Punishment.
"Clang!" The sound of clashing weapons jolted Qi Bubiyi awake, and he realized that it wasn’t a Blood Moon descending from the skies but Zhao Changhe’s steel saber. His folding fan was defensively blocking by reflex, but due to the bewildering visions and faltering will, the block was feeble and powerless, and even the fan was knocked away.
Qi Bubiyi retreated in utter panic, not wanting to fight with such an individual anymore; he couldn’t muster any fighting spirit.
Speaking of which, Zhao Changhe’s Qinggong was rather average; in his mindless, reckless state, he wouldn’t seek out and pursue his enemies. If one wanted to run, it was quite simple. Let others with more nerve face this madman; this lord is also leaving!
As he was thinking this, he felt a sudden, intense pain in his back.
Dumbfounded, Qi Bubiyi turned his head only to find that the inhuman Cui Yuanyang had quietly moved behind him at some point, and her sword had pierced through his heart.
The filthy little rabbit gazed back with a determined look that now also held a hint of ruthlessness.
How could this girl, devoid of any Worldly Society experience, become like this? Through these short experiences, she had actually killed quite a few people already...
As this realization flashed through Qi Bubiyi’s mind, there was a tinge of regret in his eyes. Before he had a chance to say anything, a savage roar erupted from behind him, and a steel saber had already chopped down upon his neck.
His head flew off, blood spurting like a fountain.
Cui Yuanyang watched Zhao Changhe’s eyes through the spraying blood, and the blood reflection made Zhao Changhe’s eyes even more vividly red, intensifying his brutish demeanor, with a hint of bloodthirsty excitement, his panting sounding like a wild beast.
Would he die at his hands?
Cui Yuanyang didn’t know. But she knew she couldn’t just abandon him like this, otherwise, once someone else finds them, the senseless Zhao Changhe, who would only slash wildly without running, would surely be dead.
Everyone was at the Mystical Gate Third Layer, Cui Yuanyang knew she still had a chance, as long as she could press his acupoints.
He kept recklessly unleashing ultimate skills, he should be at his last gasp by now... there was a chance, she had to remain calm. frёeωebɳovel.com
She took a deep breath, lifted her sword firmly and slowly, gazing at Zhao Changhe’s beast-like expression.
Not knowing how long they locked eyes, perhaps it was only a moment, Zhao Changhe’s Blood Saber lifted once more.
At that moment, a shrill whistling sound came from the air, a sword light streaked across like a shooting star chasing the moon, instantly reaching Zhao Changhe’s neck.
Zhao Changhe swung his saber directly at it, striking the sword light, then grunted, spitting a mouthful of blood, and flung far away. The assailant also exclaimed, apparently misjudging Zhao Changhe’s strength, flying backward to dissipate the rebounding force.
Heavy saber against fine sword, Zhao Changhe in his frenzied state was nonetheless overpowered, blasted away and coughing up blood by the strong impact of this sword! Cui Yuanyang’s heart skipped a beat, she recognized who the attacker was from this sword strike.
An assassin from Tingxue Tower, at least a Silver... From this strike, it’s very likely he’s reached the Mystical Gate Five Layer or even beyond!
An enemy she simply couldn’t face!
Cui Yuanyang felt somewhat fatigued, it really was one thing after another... but at the same time, a sense of irony emerged.
Although those people previously might also want Zhao Changhe for the bounty, she had a higher price on her head, the main reason why gangs from within the city swarmed them, Zhao Changhe was dragged into this fight entirely to protect her. But now, the person from Tingxue Tower was solely targeting Zhao Changhe from the start, this time it was her being dragged into the mess by Zhao Changhe.
And Zhao Changhe now was likely devoid of any fighting capacity, it was her, Cui Yuanyang, who was fully capable of fighting.
Cui Yuanyang didn’t think too much, taking advantage of the assassin’s retreat, she swiftly turned and flew back, cradling Zhao Changhe who was thrown down and spewing blood.
Zhao Changhe’s Evil Qi had entered his brain and was dispersed by this sword strike, his eyes once again regaining clarity, as soon as Cui Yuanyang caught him, he immediately weakly said, "Head in the direction where it was strange we didn’t have to pass just now."
Cui Yuanyang didn’t ask why, simply holding him, they tread across the moonlight and left.
She had just thought that it would be impossible to carry him on her back, but now princess-carrying him felt relatively easy.
A person’s mindset and willpower have such an impact.
After flying only a few steps, she saw a horse wandering under the moon, Cui Yuanyang quickly understood Zhao Changhe’s point—those from San Shan Wu Yue must have ridden horses, they couldn’t possibly have all relied on their legs! So heading in that direction, there was a high likelihood of finding a horse!
He was truly too lucid.
"Just now I relied on you to row the boat, now I rely on you to ride the horse, I really can’t ride," Zhao Changhe leaned weakly against her, with a bit of embarrassment in his smile.
Cui Yuanyang didn’t know why Zhao Changhe still had the mood to mock himself... in any case, her horsemanship was much better than her rowing skills, she leaped forward directly onto the horseback, turned around, sat Zhao Changhe behind her, with a "Go" sound, she spurred the horse into a frenzied gallop.
The sound of swishing clothes from behind, the Tingxue Tower assassin was already chasing after the horse, getting closer and closer.
On the roadside willows, several figures stood silently in the tree canopies, solemnly watching the chase under the moon.
Someone whispered, "Holy Daughter, shall we intervene?"
The long-absent Xia Chichi stood enchantingly under the moon, her beautiful eyes filled with desolation, watching Zhao Changhe as he slowly held his bow in a ready position without a word.
Even at this time, he was not fleeing mindlessly; he was still trying to fight back.
Always so resolute and courageous, he was heart-stirring.
But you and this little vixen, how do you plan to die?
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