Chapter 49

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Chapter 49: Blood Inhibition

Yu Youwei froze for a moment, doubting her own eyes. But the scene before her was unmistakable.

Her spiritual power flowed steadily, her sword pressing firmly against Yi Qianmo’s blade. Yet, despite her overwhelming pressure, Yi Qianmo stood tall. His deep eyes gleamed with a piercing silver light, sending shivers through her entire being.

“Clang!”

Suddenly, Yi Qianmo raised his sword with both hands and struck with force. Yu Youwei was thrown back, her sword sent flying as she staggered several steps before regaining her balance.

She glanced at her trembling blade and the spiritual power surging uncontrollably within her. A sense of dread gripped her. The faintest hint of losing control filled her with unease.

“Are you scared now?”

Yi Qianmo’s figure blurred, appearing before her like a streak of silver lightning. His speed and aura, radiant with a cold brilliance, seemed almost divine.

“Clang!”

Yu Youwei quickly raised her sword to block, but the clash shattered the spiritual power surrounding her weapon. A terrifying force surged through the blade, sending waves of discomfort through her body.

“You… You’re not him!”

Yu Youwei’s voice wavered as she blocked another strike. She spun instinctively, her heart pounding as an overwhelming sense of danger closed in from behind.

“Clang!”

Yi Qianmo’s speed had doubled, his strikes heavier and faster than before. Yu Youwei barely deflected his relentless blows.

“You’re right,” Yi Qianmo said coldly, their swords locked in a deadly embrace. “The moment you shattered my Qihai, the old Yi Qianmo ceased to exist.”

His words struck Yu Youwei like a thunderclap. She faltered under the weight of his spiritual power, retreating several steps. But before she could steady herself, Yi Qianmo’s blade was upon her again.

“Clang, clang, clang…”

The battlefield blurred with the flashing light of swords. Yu Youwei fell back into a defensive stance, each clash pushing her closer to exhaustion. Her movements grew desperate, every failed parry edging her toward doom.

“Is this the true power of the Great Yi Sword Technique?”

The crowd looked on in shock. Su Muyu and Zhou Lanting were speechless.

“It’s too fast!” one spectator exclaimed. “I can’t even see his face anymore.”

Even the proud cultivators of the Xuanyuan Sect felt a deep despair. A mere second-level Qi Refining cultivator was suppressing Yu Youwei—a fifth-level practitioner who had mastered the Xuan Yuan True Method.

“How terrifying is this Yi family’s legacy?” Su Muyu muttered, her shock evident. She had underestimated Yi Qianmo. His terrifying swordsmanship made it clear he needed no protection—he was a force to be reckoned with.

“Just how many hidden cards does this boy have?” Zhou Lanting wondered, gripping her weapon tightly. She felt a chill crawl up her spine as she recalled their previous encounters.

Suddenly, Yu Youwei coughed up blood, her face pale as ash. Though Yi Qianmo hadn’t broken through her defenses, the force of his strikes had caused internal injuries.

For the first time, fear flickered in her eyes.

“Clang!”

Yi Qianmo’s next strike forced her to block with both hands. Her trembling arms barely held steady as her spiritual power surged to meet his relentless force.

“Do you know,” Yi Qianmo said, his voice low, “that before that day, I never hated you? For thirteen years, I saw you as my only friend.”

His piercing gaze bore into hers. “But after that day, I knew everything was over. What happens today is on you.”

Yu Youwei laughed bitterly, her hair disheveled. “Do you want me to beg for my life? To kneel and apologize? That will never happen. You have your dignity, and I have mine!”

“Very well,” Yi Qianmo replied.

With a swift kick, he disarmed her. Her sword flew from her grasp, clattering to the ground. In a flash, Yi Qianmo seized her by the throat, his expression cold.

“Do you remember what you did to me that day?”

Yu Youwei’s face paled, terror flashing in her eyes. But she bit her lip and said defiantly, “If you’re going to kill me, do it. Spare me the speeches!”

“I won’t kill you,” Yi Qianmo said calmly. “But I’ll destroy your dignity, shatter your hope, and let you feel the despair I endured.”

“No!” Yu Youwei cried, her voice trembling.

But Yi Qianmo showed no mercy. He struck her abdomen with a heavy blow, aiming to cripple her cultivation.

“Bang!”

Yu Youwei spat blood as pain twisted her face. But as Yi Qianmo stepped back, an ominous red light erupted from her body.

“Boom!”

A powerful wave of energy surged outward, knocking everyone around to the ground. Yu Youwei’s figure floated midair, a strange crimson glow enveloping her.

“Forbiddance…” Yi Qianmo muttered, coughing up blood.

His eyes locked on the ancient blood-red mark glowing on Yu Youwei’s chest. The air around her shimmered with immense power.

Yu Youwei descended slowly, her eyes glowing an eerie red. “I don’t know whether to call you clever or foolish, Yi Qianmo.”

Recognizing the danger, Yi Qianmo drew his black sword and lunged at her. But as his blade approached, Yu Youwei didn’t move. Instead, a faint, helpless smile graced her lips.

“Clang!”

A streak of light intercepted his attack. The force of the collision sent Yi Qianmo flying backward.

A terrifying wave of sword energy tore through him, threatening to destroy him from within. Only the Sword Pill within his body absorbed the invading power, sparing him from complete annihilation.

Still clutching his sword, Yi Qianmo steadied himself, his gaze dark and unwavering. “So, this is your trump card…”