Chapter 153
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Chapter 153: Critical Situation
Suddenly, the two men radiated an aura of pride and unyielding valor!
The six black robe disciples closed in again. Duan Chenfeng and Yu Minghong exchanged cold smirks, nodded at each other, then burst into motion like leopards. Blade light and spear shadows cascaded like a waterfall, engulfing the six.
Facing six Qi refining stage opponents, they showed no fear, instead launching a bold assault—two against six.
The black robe disciples hadn’t anticipated this aggression. Caught off guard, the foremost disciple—at the second stage of Qi refining—hurriedly met the Breaking Sun Spear.
*Bang!*
The spiritual weapons clashed, erupting in blinding brilliance. A violent energy wave tore outward, flattening nearby flowers and grass.
Amid the glare, Duan Chenfeng’s eyes flickered with disdain. He jerked the spear upward, wrenching the disciple’s weapon aside, then thrust straight ahead.
*Thud!*
The spear pierced the disciple’s right chest unimpeded, blood spraying. The move happened faster than thought. Before anyone could react, the disciple hurtled backward, shrieking as blood arced through the air.
On the other side, Yu Minghong’s Moon-Chasing Soul-Cutting Blade gleamed darkly. True qi surged, shaping the blade light into overlapping crescent moons that slashed toward Zheng Mian.
Already enraged from being repelled by Duan Chenfeng, Zheng Mian snarled at the teal-hued attack. His crescent-shaped spiritual weapon flared as he channeled true qi.
“Threefold Azure Dragon!” he roared. Three consecutive strikes merged into one, crashing into Yu Minghong’s crescents.
*Boom!*
The collision lit the air. Zheng Mian staggered as immense power wrenched his weapon, splitting his tiger’s mouth and spraying blood. He retreated hastily, face pale.
Yu Minghong didn’t chase. Planting himself firmly, he turned a mocking gaze toward the remaining two black robe disciples. Both froze, stunned.
Yu Minghong—newly ascended to the first level of Qi refining—had just overpowered a peak second-stage cultivator in a direct clash. Unthinkable!
His blade trembled, releasing hundreds of true qi slashes that coalesced into a massive blade arc. The leftmost disciple snorted, flicking his hands to summon a purple light barrier.
*Crack!*
The strike hit the barrier but failed to breach it. Yu Minghong’s eyes narrowed. That attack should’ve crippled Zheng Mian—yet this disciple blocked it effortlessly.
“A first-level cultivator with such dense true qi is rare,” the disciple said coldly. “But each Qi refining stage is a chasm. Your realm’s weakness will crush you.”
“Kill him, Brother Chong!” Zheng Mian’s face twisted viciously, though fear flickered in his eyes.
Brother Chong turned to him. “A second-stage Qi refining cultivator defeated by some new disciple who just entered the Qi refining stage? Pathetic.”
“He’s abnormal! Not only does he have dense true qi, that war blade is insanely powerful.” Zheng Mian stared greedily at Yu Minghong’s weapon.
“Of course. That’s the medium-grade spiritual weapon Moon-Chasing Soul-Cutting Blade, awarded after the sect trial. If you hadn’t lost to it, I’d have reported your failure to Senior Brother Yang.” Brother Chong’s icy glare made Zheng Mian’s greed vanish, replaced by terror.
Yu Minghong inhaled deeply. His true qi had just stabilized, and two blade strikes had drained him. He needed to recover.
“I’m Qin Chong, peak third-level Qi refining. You can’t win. Drop your blade and leave,” Brother Chong declared slowly.
Yu Minghong ignored him, lips curling in mockery.
Qin Chong’s brows furrowed. “Then die.”
Before the words faded, he lunged forward, fingers thrusting like a sword toward Yu Minghong’s forehead.
The attack came too fast. Yu Minghong couldn’t react—yet showed no panic.
As the strike neared his brow, the Little Xuanwu Shield materialized.
*Crack!*
Qin Chong’s fingers struck the dimmed shield. It shattered into fragments.
But the shield bought Yu Minghong a heartbeat. Behind the broken pieces, blade light flashed toward Qin Chong’s fingers.
Qin Chong didn’t dodge. His fingers met the Moon-Chasing Soul-Cutting Blade.
*Clang!*
The impact nearly tore the blade from Yu Minghong’s grip. He staggered but held firm.
Blood sprayed from his mouth like a crimson arrow. Qin Chong tilted his head, avoiding it, then flicked his fingers.
Yu Minghong blocked with his blade. A crushing force smashed through the steel, hammering his chest.
More blood erupted, scattering like red petals.
“One realm means an impassable gap,” Qin Chong said, stepping closer. “Hand over your treasures. Crush your life-saving talisman and leave.”
Yu Minghong glanced at the meditating Ye Yun, then glared at Qin Chong. “Come take them.”
The difference was vast. Even a genius like Yu Minghong, barely first-level Qi refining, stood no chance against third-level Qin Chong after defeating Zheng Mian.
Yu Minghong swallowed a pill. Gentle light enveloped him as his qi stabilized.
Qin Chong advanced slowly.
Nearby, Duan Chenfeng wounded another foe but struggled against a third-level black-robed disciple.
As Duan Chenfeng fought, a teal palm materialized overhead.
He dodged right instantly.
*Boom!*
The strike left a half-foot-deep palm print in stone where he’d stood.
“Zhong Ying! Attacking from ambush? I’ll spread word of your cowardice!” Duan Chenfeng shouted.
Zhong Ying chuckled. “Dead men tell no tales. After I eliminate you, I’ll finish you outside.”
Duan Chenfeng fell silent. The law of the strong ruled cultivation.
“Qin Tian! Can’t handle a first-level novice? Withdraw!” Zhong Ying snapped.
The black-robed disciple—Qin Chong’s brother—leaped back carelessly.
Zhong Ying approached, murderous intent thickening. Duan Chenfeng retreated until he stood back-to-back with Yu Minghong.
“Holding up, Little Yu? Let’s ditch that fool Ye Yun if needed,” Duan Chenfeng joked.
Yu Minghong shook his head. “We left the great tomb together. We stay together.”
Duan Chenfeng laughed. “Well said, brother!”
Yu Minghong faced the approaching enemies. “Want our treasures? Come claim them.”
Zhong Ying smirked. “Three strikes. Survive, and I’ll spare you.”
Red light erupted from his palm, forming a blood-colored hand that sealed all escape routes. Dodging would expose Ye Yun.
The duo glanced at Ye Yun, faces tense.
A familiar voice cut through: “Open your mouth too wide, and the mountain wind might steal your teeth!”
