Chapter 155
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Chapter 155: Qiao Shuanglin’s Death
Crazy lady?
As soon as these words were spoken, the swirling wind that enveloped the market paused for a moment, momentarily silent like the sky before a storm.
The cultivator looks down on ordinary martial artists as insignificant bugs.
And Qiao Mu, too, insulted her directly and called her a crazy woman.
"Mortal life is short and fragile, like grass and insects. Yet, foolish people always complain that they live too long," Dao Xu said coldly.
"It’s true that mortals are as fragile as grass and insects, but even grass and insects have their own resilience," Dao Zhen brightened, his reaction contrasting to that of Dao Xu.
And this actually matched Qiao Mu’s expectations.
He didn’t really intend to team up with Dao Zhen.
Dao Zhen and Dao Xu, these two people, were clearly disciples of the Great Dao Sect. They were the ones on his side.
The two of them fought at the market square, appearing to be engaging in a fierce battle, but it was only mortals who suffered injuries or died. They were actually just sparring, not fighting for their lives.
As a cultivator who saw mortals as insignificant, what right did he have to ally with Dao Zhen and confront Dao Xu, who was also a disciple of the Great Dao Sect?
Normally, the two of them killed Qiao Mu together.
But there was something different about Dao Zhen. He had interacted with Qiao Mu before when he was imprisoned in the heavenly prison under the name of Qiao Zhong, so he had some understanding of this person’s character.
"Qiao Shuanglin, you’re quite bold. I wonder how you, as just an ordinary martial artist, can team up with me?" Dao Zhen said with a faint smile.
Upon hearing this, Dao Xu was the first to react. She raised her eyebrows and looked displeased.
"Junior brother, are you really planning to join forces with this mortal to deal with me, a ‘crazy woman’?"
"I dare not. I just thought that sister’s actions today were indeed inappropriate," Dao Zhen said calmly with a smile.
"I just don’t want sister to make a big mistake and be heavily punished by our master. So I’m doing my best to stop her."
Qiao Mu squinted his eyes and looked at Dao Zhen’s face.
Although Dao Zhen appeared to be kinder, he didn’t trust this disciple of the Great Dao Sect.
It was very clear that although Dao Zhen said things about considering the overall situation, he didn’t really care much about the life and death of ordinary people. Otherwise, as a cultivator, even if he was at a disadvantage, he had many ways to protect the ordinary people running towards the vegetable market.
Dao Zhen only looked differently at certain resilient ordinary people, so as long as Qiao Mu earned a good death, Dao Zhen would be on Qiao Mu’s side and watch Qiao Mu’s death while opening champagne on the side.
"Dao Zhen," Qiao Mu said calmly, his tone arrogant.
"Did you misunderstand? I never said we should join forces."
"Oh?" Dao Zhen’s eyes immediately lit up.
Instead of getting angry, he looked at Qiao Mu with even higher regard.
Cultivators often have a very high opinion of themselves, especially disciples of the Great Dao Sect.
They are confident in their status and won’t get angry because of a mantis that threatens them.
The more arrogant someone is, the more likely Dao Zhen is to see them in a higher light.
"Dao Zhen, if you can’t do it, then let me handle it," Qiao Mu said with a mocking smile.
"Since you can’t even defeat her, just stand by and block the aftermath of the fight. Can you do that?"
Dao Zhen and Dao Xu are on the same team. Even if they have the advantage, it will only go so far.
Qiao Mu doesn’t just want it to go so far, he wants to send Dao Xu packing.
Dao Zhen：…..
Although he has good self-control and doesn’t easily get angry, Qiao Shuanglin’s words brought a trace of anger that he hadn’t felt for a long time.
However, he quickly suppressed that trace of anger and understood Qiao Mu’s intention:
"Let me handle the aftermath while you have a one-on-one fight?" He chuckled and said:
"So you want me to take responsibility for blocking the aftermath and protecting the people of the Great Yan Imperial Court? You sure have a lot of indirect thoughts."
"This is okay, after all, it is our duty to protect the people of the Imperial Capital from disasters in my Great Dao Sect."
He slowly descended from the sky, with a warm smile on his face.
Dao Zhen planned to observe Qiao Shuanglin during this trip, but his plan was interrupted by his own Senior Sister Dao Xu.
Being able to witness another death in Qiao’s family is like a good show for him, so he naturally won’t refuse.
However, suddenly, a cold and harsh voice came from the sky.
"Dao Zhen, do you even have the attitude of a junior brother?"
"Am I invisible? Shall we play rock-paper-scissors to decide who will deal with me?"
Dao Xu was clearly furious, her scarlet Dao robe fluttered in the wind, and the Mysterious Ice Pearl in her hand spun around. A stream of frosty water burst out, aimed directly at Dao Zhen.
"The strongest among ordinary martial artists, the madman who claims to be the Martial Saint, only managed to fight and kill Qingyang, a disciple in the mid-stage of Foundation Building in Xuantian Sect." She sneered.
"Thanks to him, from now on, the intermediate level of Foundation Building might not qualify for a divine position in the Taoist temple."
"You don’t really think… just because that worthless person from Xuantian Sect died at the hands of the Martial Saint, it means you are qualified to challenge the experts in the realm of immortals, do you?"
She had never regarded Qiao Mu, an ordinary martial artist, highly. All along, there was only one person, Dao Zhen, in her eyes.
But at that moment…
"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method！"
Qiao Mu flew through the air, his figure blurred for a moment, stepping on the wall of the attic, then rushed straight towards Dao Xu.
Under the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, Qiao Mu’s whole body was almost boiling with energy and his gaze locked onto Dao Xu, who stood empty-handed.
"As long as I can touch her…"
Martial artists don’t have as many varied techniques as cultivators; all their martial arts moves revolve around punches, kicks, and weapons.
Although Qiao Mu tried using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method and throwing a stick, he clearly couldn’t harm Dao Xu.
So, the only option is to fight up close.
Martial artists excel in physical combat, and close-quarters fighting is their strong suit.
As long as Qiao Mu can make contact with Dao Xu, he can fully unleash his power and employ the Long Life Fist, which has reached the Triple Wave level.
The Triple Wave level is a level of punching power that only the head of the Qiao family in the previous Heyang City achieved. The power of three waves overlaps like tidal waves, resulting in multiple times the destructive force.
Both the path of immortality and the path of martial arts emphasize different aspects.
Qiao Mu witnessed how the Martial Saint killed Taoist Qingyang with his own eyes, and he believed that as long as he could get close…
Qiao Mu widened his angry eyes, and like a flying arrow, he didn’t hit Dao Xu in the air.
Coming at him was a swirling frost storm covered in ice crystals. The frosty ice crystals struck his face like swords, making his body sway and once again slicing through his flesh. The frost penetrated his bones with a chilling sensation.
In a blink of an eye, he was swallowed up by a whirlwind and his whole body turned into solid ice, falling from the sky.
"Red Moon Burning Blood Technique, activate!"
This is one of the explosive secret techniques that Qiao Mu learned from the Blood Moon Chart, just getting started, similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method.
At this moment, he unleashed the Red Moon Burning Blood Technique, feeling his almost frozen blood burning intensely, a surge of new power erupting from within him.
Crack, crack.
He spread his arms, shattering the frost covering his body once again. With a light tap of his feet and a slight bend of his knees, he leaped up again.
His movements were quick and nimble, almost invisible to the naked eye.
Hu Han, who was fleeing, couldn’t help but look back. He only saw Qiao Mu’s figure flashing continuously – one moment he was on the ground, the next moment he slightly paused on the outer wall of a teahouse by the road. His figure behind him blurred once again, turning into a bloody silhouette.
Even with his vision as a 4th rank martial artist, Hu Han could no longer clearly see Qiao Mu’s movements under the eruption of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method and the Red Moon Burning Blood Technique.
But no matter how fast, it is still a human body.
Dao Xu held the Mysterious Ice Pearl in her hands, standing in mid-air within the eye of the storm.
If Qiao Mu wants to get close, he has to throw himself into the bone-chilling wind with his own flesh and blood.
He obviously failed, again and again, the same result every time.
The so-called courage didn’t give him any extra strength. His body repeatedly lunged towards the red-robed female cultivator surrounded by a whirlwind, only to stiffen and freeze as he fell to the ground.
The cycle went on and on.
From Hu Han’s perspective, this old man seemed tireless, as if he knew no fatigue or pain. He had fallen into the valley countless times, but each time he charged forward again.
This made Hu Han stop in his tracks, feeling the weight in his heart increasing.
And the movements of this old man gradually slowed down.
His injuries became more severe, almost covering his whole body, and his movements became increasingly stiff. His joints were too rigid to flex, and his speed greatly decreased.
The aftereffects of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method and the Red Moon Burning Blood Technique gradually took effect. Qiao Mu’s body was almost drained of blood, and his movements became stiff.
"A flea dares to challenge a mighty tree, how foolish and overconfident." Dao Xu stood in mid-air, with a cold smile on her lips.
"Just now, you were spouting nonsense, but unfortunately, you couldn’t see your own insignificance. You wasted your life in vain."
"Hahaha…" Qiao Mu gasped for breath, with a layer of frost forming on his eyebrows. His limbs were stiff, and only his mouth continued to mouth off, but he was also laughing coldly.
"You think I’m a flea trying to shake a tree, but I consider myself a Jingwei filling the sea!"
Qiao Mu was about to die soon. At this moment, he was laughing out loud in the cold wind, but his body had also stiffened and was covered in frost.
Dao Xu’s expression turned cold. She formed a hand seal in her hand and casually pointed it towards Qiao Mu’s chest.
Once again, Qiao Mu, who had been thrown into the whirlwind, was covered in frost. Under this remote pointing gesture, the frost on his whole body shattered inch by inch.
And his body, covered in icy frost, shattered and fell to the ground.
Only his head remained intact, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, still laughing.
The head fell from the sky, landing with a thud among the body parts on the ground, rolling to the feet of a figure.
The figure looked up at the sky, then glanced at a fallen wooden stake nearby.
On top of the stake, Qiao Zhong’s head was impaled. As the execution grounds in the market were destroyed by the strong wind, the stake flew and landed perfectly by the street.
The two elderly heads of Qiao Zhong and Qiao Shuanglin, still with wide-open eyes, met each other’s gaze at this moment, shining with amusement.
Qiao Shuanglin, deceased, at the age of 93.