Chapter 1082: Chapter 331: How Could Your Broken Sword Possibly Pierce My Azure Flood Dragon Scale Armor?

Then, he took a step, and the void trembled. The entire person appeared like a phantom before the flying ship, meeting Zhou Qing’s gaze.

Zhou Qing’s expression remained unchanged. He waved his hand, and a rope of spiritual power wrapped around Blue Chaiwei, pulling her onto the deck and casually tying her up and tossing her aside.

At this moment, Blue Chaiwei’s lips were bleeding, and her eyes were filled with terror.

"It seems that my senior brother’s matter is not unrelated to your Nangong Family," Zhou Qing said calmly, his voice scary in its tranquility.

"Senior brother?"

Nangong Ye’s gaze wandered between Zhou Qing and Luo Lingling, before suddenly grinning ferociously.

Blue Chaiwei struggled to shout, "They are disciples of Ghost Mastiff!"

"Smack!"

Luo Lingling raised her hand and delivered a slap, causing Blue Chaiwei’s lip to split and blood to ooze.

Just as she was about to speak, Luo Lingling swiped her fingertip, and a restriction sealed her mouth, allowing only muffled "mmm" sounds.

Nangong Ye’s eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly, "Good, very good! That little bastard Ghost Mastiff killed a direct descendant of my Nangong Family. You’re just the right ones to take it out on today!"

Zhou Qing narrowed his eyes; with a flip of his right hand, the Tetanus Sword appeared out of thin air in his palm, buzzing continuously.

His senior brother always acted upright; he would never strike unless provoked.

This Nangong Family must be a group that bullies others with their power. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Since that’s the case, there’s no need for words. First, capture them and find out the details later.

"Don’t let her escape!" Zhou Qing cautioned Luo Lingling as he turned sideways, but his gaze remained fixed on Nangong Ye.

Luo Lingling nodded, knowing now was not the time to show off.

With a casual flick, dozens of spiritual ropes tightly bound Blue Chaiwei, ensuring she couldn’t escape.

"We must finish this quickly!" Zhou Qing’s eyes were cold with murderous intent.

Being in the Imperial City, they were new and unfamiliar with many forces.

Since this battle was unavoidable, dragging it out too long might attract other strong forces, only complicating matters.

At this moment, the Tetanus Sword’s body was suddenly entwined with fine lightning, and as the sword edge passed, the air was ionized, producing a subtle "crackling" sound.

Nangong Ye sneered, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Qing’s chicken head mask, mocking, "Young one, brave enough, but wearing a mask, aren’t you worried about obstructing your vision?"

Zhou Qing didn’t answer, merely slowly raising the sword edge, pointing the tip directly at Nangong Ye’s brow.

"Buzz——"

The sword hummed like a dragon’s roar; a terrifying sword intent burst forth from Zhou Qing’s body, instantly draining the spiritual Qi within a hundred feet radius, transforming into a sword Qi storm swirling around him.

Nangong Ye’s expression shifted slightly, but he quickly sneered, clasping his palms together, his spiritual power surged like a tide.

"Since you seek death, I’ll grant you that!"

"Boom!"

Nangong Ye stepped out, and the void trembled beneath his feet, closing in on Zhou Qing like a specter, delivering a palm strike!

Though it appeared simple, this palm contained the terrifying might of Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection. As the palm wind passed, space distorted, seemingly devouring even light.

Zhou Qing advanced instead of retreating, horizontally slashing the Tetanus Sword, and the lightning on the sword edge suddenly intensified, transforming into a brilliant thunder arc, clashing fiercely with the palm wind!

"Bang!"

Airwaves exploded, dispersing the clouds within a thousand feet radius instantly, causing buildings on the ground to shake. Countless cultivators looked up in shock at the battle raging in the sky.

"Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection skirmish?" someone exclaimed.

"That’s likely an elder of the Nangong Family! Who’s on the other side, daring to confront him head-on!"

"What’s been going on with the Nangong Family these past years? They keep getting challenged, and their ancestor is said to be a legendary Spirit Severing Realm master!"

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Zhou Qing and Nangong Ye separated swiftly, retreating tens of feet each.

A trace of seriousness flashed in Nangong Ye’s eyes; the palm that could shatter mountains was blocked by Zhou Qing’s sword, with even the rebound force making his palm faintly numb.

"No, it’s bleeding!" He looked at the wound on his palm from the rusty sword, his expression turning uglier.

Ghost Mastiff was mid-stage Divinity Transformation Realm; the opponent, being his junior, should have a lower cultivation.

Yet now, from the initial probing, he was injured?

Not a junior disciple, but a senior brother instead!

This damned Blue Chaiwei can’t even shout clearly.

"Not bad, you have some skills!"

At this moment, Nangong Ye sneered, forming seals with both hands. His entire body’s spiritual power suddenly solidified, condensing into a fierce blue flood dragon entwining his right arm.

"Azure Flood Dragon Palm!"

He struck again, this time the palm wind transformed into the form of a flood dragon, roaring as it charged at Zhou Qing, causing space to crack inch by inch!

Zhou Qing focused, the lightning on the Tetanus Sword suddenly restrained, yet the sword edge became even sharper.

With a slash, the sword light flashed like electricity, instantly tearing through the flood dragon’s palm strength, momentum unabated, charging straight at Nangong Ye’s throat!

Nangong Ye’s pupils shrank; in a rush, he dodged sideways, the sword light grazed his neck, leaving a blood mark.

"You—!" He was shocked and furious, not expecting Zhou Qing’s sword to be so quick!

Zhou Qing gave him no respite, flashing behind Nangong Ye, sweeping the sword horizontally!

Nangong Ye roared in fury, his inner spiritual power erupted madly, a layer of blue scale armor materializing around him to withstand this sword strike!

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded, and Nangong Ye was thrown hundreds of feet away by the strike, blood oozing from his mouth, but the scale armor remained intact.

He wiped the blood from his mouth with a sneer, "Young one, your broken sword can’t penetrate my Azure Flood Dragon Scale Armor!"

Zhou Qing’s expression remained unchanged, slowly raising the sword edge.

Lightning on the sword body condensed again, this time not tight arcs but transforming into several moving thunder snakes coiling around the blade.

"Is that so?"

He stepped forward, his figure suddenly disappearing!