Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Not to Determine Victory or Defeat, but to Settle Life and Death

"If you have the guts, I’ll fight you tomorrow."

Qi Wuhen, holding his divine spear, faced Beitang Jue directly.

"Alright."

Beitang Jue nodded. He wasn’t one to back down from trouble. Qi Wuhen held a grudge against him, and Qi Wuhen also had grievances with the Taihao Heavenly Sect. It was better to end it all at once.

"Not to determine victory or defeat, but to settle life and death." Qi Wuhen said coldly.

After those words, Beitang Jue’s eyes changed slightly. Qi Wuhen was aiming to kill.

"What are your odds?"

After Qi Wuhen left, Bu Linglong asked.

"Fifty percent."

Beitang Jue stated solemnly. His cultivation was at the same level as Bu Linglong—saint level perfection. But since Qi Wuhen dared to issue the challenge, he surely had confidence.

"If he kills you, I’ll avenge you," Bu Linglong said.

Beitang Jue remained silent.

"You’re too reckless," Meng Feixian frowned. "That man’s strength is not much weaker than Bu Linglong’s. Although you improved in the Demon Suppression Cave, winning against him will still be very difficult."

"Bullying my sworn brother demands a price."

Qi Wuhen glanced at the exhausted Lao Li and suddenly sighed. "Kid, you’re too fragile. Very weak and easily broken. If I didn’t get justice for you, they’d think people from Godfall Ridge are pushovers."

Lao Li was deeply moved.

Everyone felt a wave of emotion.

Qi Wuhen might always seem unreliable, but in critical moments, he was fiercely loyal.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have gathered at the Red Dust Demon Sect, preparing for battle against the Spirit Realm cultivators.

The next day.

As they arrived, Qi Wuhen leaped onto the battle platform.

Yang Xuanzhan froze.

"Senior, I challenge Beitang Jue of the Taihao Heavenly Sect," Qi Wuhen bowed respectfully toward Ye Xu and made his request.

"How amusing."

The top talents from various sects wore smug smiles.

"Granted," Ye Xu stated.

"Senior, is he really that confident?" Ye Xian’er asked, surprised.

"Those seven days in the Demon Suppression Cave weren’t wasted," Ye Xu replied with a smile.

"Beitang Jue, get your ass up here!"

Qi Wuhen, his murderous intent swelling, stared at Beitang Jue with visibly agitated rage.

Beitang Jue still wore a linen robe. He slowly walked onto the battle platform and lightly said, "Come on."

Boom!

Qi Wuhen wasted not a single word. He raised his long spear and charged to attack.

Mana erupted. His first technique was Four Poles Reincarnation. Cyclical power was released. The heavens and earth layered over each other, as if countless dimensions of space-time folded together, instantly engulfing Beitang Jue.

Right from the start, it was a lethal move.

Beitang Jue smirked coldly. With a thought, a three-inch long jade box appeared. The jade box opened, and one flying sword after another leaped out—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Seven flying swords in total bloomed with seven-colored sword light, unleashing seven types of law power, tearing apart Qi Wuhen’s Four Poles Reincarnation.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Once the cyclical powers were shattered, the seven flying swords merged into one, becoming a rainbow sword that spanned the sky. Seven colors appeared between heaven and earth, and a sword domain quietly took shape.

"This guy broke the Four Poles Reincarnation with a single sword strike?" Wei Du’s eyes sharpened slightly.

Qi Wuhen’s Four Poles Reincarnation was one of his trump cards. Very few people could crack it.

"In the past few days, he has used Four Poles Reincarnation more than once. Its weaknesses were already spotted by others." Meng Feixian was not surprised, though.

Boom!

Trapped within the sword domain, Qi Wuhen showed not a trace of panic.

He activated the Four Poles and Eight Wastelands Scripture. His aura surged wildly, jumping sharply from a perfect mid-level saint realm cultivation to a late-level saint realm, greatly boosting his power.

"Is this your fallback plan?" Beitang Jue said scornfully.

"This young master has fallbacks galore."

Qi Wuhen let out a long cry. His body kept swelling. Strange divine patterns appeared on his limbs. Qi Wuhen slapped his palm at the sword domain. With a thunderous boom, the sword domain was blasted open by his palm.

He took a step forward, and his entire body vanished into the void.

The next instant, a foot broke through the void, as if filled with the might of heaven and earth, kicking at Beitang Jue’s body.

Bang!

Terrifying power exploded. Beitang Jue’s chest caved in, blood gushed out wildly, and his aura weakened.

"Die!" Qi Wuhen growled lowly. Divine fire ignited in both his eyes. All his power gathered at his feet. The void shattered like a mirror, spreading endlessly.

Beitang Jue’s eyes widened.

Qi Wuhen’s limbs held extremely profound power, making him instantly become immensely strong. This was clearly Qi Wuhen’s trump card.

"Xuanhuang Dao Body?" Dao King seemed to recognize Qi Wuhen’s origin.

The Xuanhuang Dao Body was a special constitution, perfectly matching Qi Wuhen’s practice of the Four Poles and Eight Wastelands Scripture. It let him bring out the full force of his techniques and his physical body.

"Sect Master, is there still a chance for our junior brother to win?" Bu Linglong said anxiously.

Qi Wuhen played his trump card, like a god descending to earth. Beitang Jue seemed only to await death.

Boom!

Beitang Jue roared toward the sky. An ancient aura seeped out from within his body. Divine patterns stirred to life, and darkness welled up from Beitang Jue’s body.

"Black Heavenly Demon Body?"

Mystic Law Sect’s Great Emperor’s expression shifted, clicking his tongue in wonder. "I didn’t expect the Taihao Heavenly Sect also harbors such a rare talent in the demonic path. It’s a pity he joined the wrong sect."

"If he were in my Mystic Law Sect, he might have already broken through to the great sage level long ago."

The two opponents revealing their ultimate cards made for an extraordinarily dazzling display.

Boom!

Dark power surged violently, devouring all light. Beitang Jue seemed to have descended into true demonhood, completely losing his reason as he clashed fiercely with Qi Wuhen.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two men fought like mad, continuously shattering the void around them. Profound Yellow Qi and dark power collided relentlessly, locked in an inextricable struggle.

"That battle won’t be decided any time soon, I imagine."

Xuan Yu propped his chin with a hand, speculating aloud.

"No."

Royal Prince Bao stated authoritatively, "The profundity of the Xuanhuang Dao Body far surpasses that of the Black Heavenly Demon Body. Before a quarter-hour passes, the man from Taihao Heavenly Sect is certain to face defeat."

As the last word fell.

Within Qi Wuhen’s body, the two streams of Xuanhuang energy violently stirred. His Xuanhuang Origin surged to life.

In that instant.

Heaven and earth echoed with thunderous resonance. Boundless spiritual energy poured into Qi Wuhen’s frame. His power soared to a terrifying level, forcibly propelling him into the very peak of sage realm perfection.

"Xuanhuang Golden Dragon Scissors!"

With a deafening roar, Qi Wuhen summoned the Xuanhuang energy. It transformed into intertwined forms: a dragon and a snake, representing yin and yang, coiling around each other to form a pair of colossal, gleaming blades. They swept brutally through the air, aiming to bisect his foe.

Snip!

With that single, decisive shearing motion through the emptiness, all darkness was utterly obliterated. Two severed halves of a corpse fell from the sky.

Beitang Jue was dead.

Silence reigned over the viewing platform.

"Could that… count as an instant kill?" Murmurs rose.

The gathered cultivators were struck mute.

Were the geniuses on the Hidden Dragon List all this monstrous?

Killing an opponent at saint level perfection in an instant, despite only being at the late saint realm himself?

"His condition isn’t right."

Suddenly, Qi Zijun of the Empress Nuwa Palace noticed the fluctuations in Qi Wuhen’s aura.

After instantly slaughtering Beitang Jue, the Xuanhuang energy streams returned to Qi Wuhen’s body. But then, his aura began to plummet violently, tumbling from the towering heights of saint level perfection all the way back down to the late saint realm.

Not only that…

Qi Wuhen’s face turned sallow, almost like gilded paper. The light drained from his eyes.

He was deeply wounded too.

Forcing the Xuanhuang Origin energy, devouring heaven and earth’s power to forcibly elevate his cultivation – it was always a method that exacted a steep toll: true gains of a thousand, losses of eight hundred.

However, at the moment Qi Wuhen conceived his killing intent, none of that mattered anymore.

He only desired to kill Beitang Jue.

Now that Beitang Jue was dead, his goal was achieved.

"Junior brother…"

Bu Linglong clenched her fist, her killing intent laid bare.

Yang Xuanzhan’s heart was in tumult.

He, too, was a saint level expert, yet the power these two displayed had surpassed even the saint level.

"Qi… Wuhen wins."

Yang Xuanzhan announced.

"Qi Wuhen…"

The Godfall Ridge group rushed onto the battle platform, worry etched on their faces. Meng Feixian took out a divine pill and pushed it into Qi Wuhen’s mouth. She channeled her magic power to help him dissolve the pill’s potency.

"Cough…"

Qi Wuhen coughed up blood, his aura growing steadily weaker.

"I won’t die…"

Qi Wuhen chuckled weakly, but the moment he spoke, he began coughing blood again.

"Be quiet!"

Meng Feixian frowned deeply. "If you die, how would I ever explain it to your master?"

"From now on, focus entirely on recovering from your wounds. You are forbidden from joining any further battles."

"No way…"

Hearing this, Qi Wuhen struggled to sit up in agitation. "This young master hasn’t faced Nangong Zhandao yet! How can I withdraw from the Hidden Dragon Gathering?"

Meng Feixian felt a headache coming on.

"If you want to challenge Nangong Zhandao, you need to recover first, don’t you? Otherwise, how many moves do you think you could withstand from him?"

"That makes sense."

Qi Wuhen sat in lotus position and began regulating his breathing.

The surrounding crowd stared in disbelief.

"What an obsessed fool!"

Wei Du thought for a moment, then added, "Master and disciple share the same exact nature!"