Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 121 - 114 Reasonable_1

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While pondering these matters, a new change unfolded in the battle on the stage.

Song Qing, who was slowly gaining the upper hand, finally built up a significant advantage. Under the onslaught of his increasingly swift sword strikes, Shen Tukuang’s rhythm of circulating Inner Qi faltered, and within a punch that came crashing down like a mountain, he was only able to muster slightly over eighty percent of his Inner Energy.

This punch was powerful enough to kill ninety percent of Martial Artists at the Internal Qi Perfection level.

But for prodigies within the top ten of the Dragon and Phoenix List, it was a fatal flaw!

"Green Spirit Sting!"

Song Qing shouted ferociously, as his Inner Qi surged, and endless hazy Sword Qi converged at the tip of his sword, piercing through the heavy force of the punch. With a swift turn and a step, he lunged forward with an even swifter sword thrust, breaking through layers of defense and aiming for Shen Tukuang’s throat.

"This is bad!"

Many elder Martial Artists of the Wolf God Cult spotted the danger, drawing their swords to intervene, but they were closely watched by equally skilled experts from the Qingniugong School.

Jiang Ding also came to a similar assessment, admitting that Song Qing was indeed superior. However, considering Shen Tukuang had Xiantian techniques as his last resort, and the protection of Xiantian Martial Artists in the background, death was not necessarily certain.

"Die!"

In Song Qing’s eyes, Shen Tukuang was a dead man. Prepared in secret was the Xiantian ace given to him by his master, sufficiently powerful to stop the Xiantian ace that ’Guard Sky God Peak’ Dao Linshi had bestowed upon his disciple.

As the Inner Qi-infused sword tip reached his throat, Shen Tukuang revealed a sneer of mockery.

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Song Qing instinctively felt a jolt in his heart.

Just as Shen Tukuang’s throat was about to be pierced through, a bloody line appeared on his right arm, and his skin, muscles, and meridians bizarrely split in two, revealing a sharp, dark brown bone.

An endless aura of evil spread, giving Song Qing a chill, causing even his Sword Qi to pause for a moment.

Clang!

Seizing the opportunity, the dark brown bone stabbed at the tip of the sword, speeding up.

Tremendous force, several times greater than Shen Tukuang’s previous strength, transmitted from where the sword clashed with the bone, accompanied by heavy Inner Energy meant to suppress mountains. Song Qing’s sword-wielding arm creaked alarm, his body went numb, and his circulation of Inner Qi was disturbed.

"Not good!"

Song Qing’s heart sank as he caught a glimpse of Shen Tukuang advancing upon him, his right arm oozing blood over the terribly sharp bone, which no amount of Inner Energy could block.

In his haste, Song Qing released the life-saving ace given to him by his master, one of the four great Xiantian experts of Qingniugong, ’Mountain-Splitting Divine Sword’ Song Lingyun. The jade talisman broke, and a vibrant Split Mountain Sword Qi savagely slashed at Shen Tukuang.

Boom!

The foreign bone implanted in Shen Tukuang’s right arm was extraordinary. It managed to withstand a hit from Qingniugong’s Xiantian ’Mountain-Splitting Divine Sword’ Song Lingyun. Shen Tukuang was only pushed back three steps, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Shen Tukuang showed no fear, but rather sneered ferociously.

Song Qing’s head suddenly darkened as he saw a punch bearing the weight of a mountain appear above him, covering the sunlight. Its terror was far greater than Shen Tukuang’s previous attacks.

One of the Wolf God Cult’s four great Protectors, ’Guard Sky God Peak’ Dao Linshi’s attack!

"Die!"

Still, Shen Tukuang found it insufficiently safe and roared, using the sharp edge of the bone to concentrate all his Inner Energy into a heavy blow aimed at Song Qing’s head!

In mere moments, the situation turned dire.

In a moment of desperation, Song Qing could only manage to chop out with his sword. As the blade touched the mountainous punch, it was deflected by the Xiantian’s tremendous power, and his arm broke.

The punch bore down on his head, and the exotic bone nearly reached his breastbone.

"Master! Dad, save me!"

Song Qing cried out in terror.

"Stop!"

Actually, without his call for help, as soon as the situation changed slightly, a middle-aged swordsman bursting with sharpness had already arrived behind him. He unleashed a sword strike that shattered the mountainous punch and drove back Shen Tukuang.

Qingniugong’s Xiantian, ’Mountain-Splitting Divine Sword’ Song Lingyun!

"So much for the dignity of a Xiantian expert, such a disgrace..."

Disciples of the Wolf God Cult and various onlookers in Jianghu below were shocked, even the people from the six major sects showed disapproval. They had agreed to a fight to the death, ignoring Shen Tukuang’s near-death experience, but now chided Song Lingyun for bullying the weaker when Song Qing was in danger.

"Such is the so-called eminent sect, the leader of the Martial World, nothing but shameless old fools!"

Some of the Wolf God Cult disciples began to curse openly.

"Now that the victor has been decided."

Song Lingyun was indifferent to these matters of face, and said coldly, "Is there any need to persist in slaughter..."

"Die!"

A bellowing voice darkened the vision of all those in Jianghu present. A man, towering like a bear and two heads taller, with a stature like a mountain, appeared out of nowhere. His tremendous punch landed on Song Lingyun’s sword blade, forcing him back more than ten steps.

This was purely a reflex.

Swords are light and swift, rarely do swordsmen confront the brute strength of Martial Artists outright—it is too disadvantageous. To spin, maneuver around, and suddenly launch a fatal thrust is the true art.

"Qing’er..."

After the instinctive move, Song Lingyun’s expression changed drastically.

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Bang!

After punching him away, Dao Linshi of ’Guard Sky God Peak’ stepped behind the panicked and fleeing Song Qing and smashed his skull with a punch, splattering fragments of bone and brain matter.

"A duel to the death means exactly that!"

Dao Linshi said with a deep voice.

"Excellent! Very good!" Song Lingyun’s killing intent boiled over as he called out to the surroundings, "Disciples of Qingniugong, friends on the Righteous Path, let’s eliminate the demons and uphold justice, kill!"

"Kill!"

The disciples, who could hardly contain themselves any longer, clashed fiercely, with blood and limbs scattered all over the place.

The members of the six major sects exchanged looks with each other, took slow steps back, and did not join in the struggle between the two powers. After withdrawing from the battlefield vortex, they dispersed.

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"Lady Gong, there’s no chance. I won’t make a move anymore."

Next to Gong Caiyu, a masked person with Internal Qi Perfection spoke solemnly.

This person was a secret force under Princess Qinghechang’s control, ostensibly unaffiliated with the royal family, adhering to the promise Chen Xi himself had made to help her take revenge as best he could.

It had already been agreed in advance that if there was an excellent opportunity and Wei Xian was seriously injured in the fight between good and evil, and the protective forces around him were significantly reduced, he would join forces with Gong Caiyu, who had achieved Great Achievement of Inner Qi, to kill him, which would also greatly benefit the royal family.

Unexpectedly, the people from the six major sects, who claimed to be on the Righteous Path, did not even pretend and withdrew immediately.

"Thank you, sir."

Gong Caiyu thought of her father and the uncles on Qixuanshan Mountain, her emotions extremely suppressed, and she bowed deeply, "Please, sir, help me break into Jindaobieyuan once more to see if my mother is there. If we succeed, I swear loyalty to Princess Qinghechang for the rest of my life, and I shall not shy from death."

"If I break my word, let me be struck by heaven and earth!"

"Impossible."

The masked person rejected her, unmoved.

"Jindaobieyuan is in a peculiar situation right now with two famous Golden Knife experts with Internal Qi Perfection, and many Inner Qi Realm disciples and others. If I and my subordinates go with you, it’s seeking death."

Gong Caiyu fell silent.

"I was too presumptuous."

She also knew that this trip was more about Princess Qinghechang showing that she was fulfilling her promise to join Qinghe Building and making an appearance.

Others would know and praise Princess Qinghechang’s benevolence, improving her reputation even further.

Even a Martial Artist of Inner Qi Perfection is at your disposal, what more do you want?

Could it really be that you want someone at the Great Achievement of Inner Qi level to go up against a Xiantian Martial Artist and seek death?

"Presumptuous, how could you be presumptuous?"

"The taste of Bell Sound Fairy was not bad; I’ve been longing for her daughter for quite a while now, and I should thank you for bringing her to me."

A voice laced with desire teased from afar.

"Not good!"

The masked person’s complexion changed drastically, and without hesitation, he fled into the distance, not even taking care of his own subordinates.

"That’s great. I just felt a familiar gaze upon me; it turns out to be you."

Wei Xian moved in a flash to stand in front of Gong Caiyu, his eyes uncontrollably filled with burning desire, "Come, return with me. Your mother has been missing you for a long time."

"Villain, you will not meet a good end."

Gong Caiyu drew her white sword, channeled her Inner Qi, and stabbed at him, her face hidden under the hood filled with despair.

Ding!

Wei Xian didn’t even draw his knife, just flicked his hand.

The white sword was knocked away, hitting the wall before falling to the ground. With Inner Qi rushing into her body, Gong Caiyu felt weak and limp all over, unable to move a muscle, let alone commit suicide.

Wei Xian cupped her falling face, lifted the hood, and revealed a cute, baby-faced countenance.

"You’re as beautiful as your mother, no, even more so," he said softly, ignoring Gong Caiyu’s resentful gaze as he helped her up and put his hands on the clothes at her shoulders, tearing slightly at the fabric, revealing large patches of smooth, tender skin.

The twenty or so Golden Knife Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists acting as guards around them were unfazed and began to disperse in all directions, keeping watch at every exit.

Suddenly, the despair and resentment in Gong Caiyu’s eyes disappeared, replaced by excitement.

"You don’t need to pretend like that; no one can appear behind me without making a sound," Wei Xian said amusedly, pinching her face, "Too cute..."

Pfft!

A Talisman Sword, tinged with hints of blue, pierced his throat, with sharp and scalding Sword Qi flooding in, turning his brain and all internal organs into overcooked debris.

Wei Xian’s eyes filled with confusion as his body collapsed weakly.