The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

In front of Taizhen Palace, Qing Yu stood alone, confronting two Divine Constables, as a murderous atmosphere quietly spread.

"I originally just wanted to leave quietly. Why did you force me?"

Qing Yu looked down, his brows lowered, and the face shrouded in black mist started to emanate a killing intent.

Suddenly, an extreme and sinister energy surged forth. Emerald sword light shot out, and countless cold green lights enveloped Ning Wuming and Qin Xihai.

Xuanyin Twelve Swords·All Living Beings Destroyed by Me.

With a move, he unleashed an ultimate killing technique, intending to reduce the Four Great Divine Capturers by two today.

The sword light with the killing intent of death alone gave Qin Xihai a direct sense of facing mortality. Ning Wuming, who observed with the Heart Eye, felt this even more strongly; he knew this was sword Qi capable of causing his death.

"Xihai, let's go."

Ning Wuming let out a low shout, opened his eyes, and although his lifeless eyes shot out divine light, which even caused the Xuanyin Sword Energy to stagnate momentarily.

Seizing this opportunity, Ning Wuming pulled Qin Xihai back quickly, no longer entertaining thoughts of revenge.

He had thought that as the third-ranked person on the earthly list, he could easily capture the newly ranked seventh, the Hidden Mirror Man. But unexpectedly, this Hidden Mirror Man's skill was so superb, far surpassing his own.

He had thought it'd be as easy as catching turtles in a jar, but it turned out to be like throwing meat buns to a dog.

"Leaving? It's not that easy..."

Qing Yu's hands flickered with sword shadows, and eight strands of Xuanyin Sword Energy were ready to be unleashed.

Thanks to the assistance of Dragon Essence and the power of the Gold Core Sixth Transition he reached this morning, Qing Yu once again refined a strand of Xuanyin Sword Energy. Apart from the strand residing within Yun Zheng, Qing Yu now had eight strands of Sword Qi with him again.

"The universe at my whim..."

Qing Yu's pupils suddenly constricted, covered in sword light, and his figure flashed swiftly, "... go."

Using the supreme Fast Sword intended for escape, Qing Yu's figure vanished from where he was, leaving no trace.

"Hmph."

In the midst of a cold snort, the Finger Strength changed direction before landing, pointing toward the spot where Qing Yu had just appeared.

'Indeed, Pei Dongliu has noticed me.'

Seeing the rapidly approaching Finger Strength, Qing Yu bitterly smiled to himself.

Originally, Ning Wuming and Qin Xihai had come together with Pei Dongliu. The Taoist who had been closing his eyes at Mingxuan Temple was Ning Wuming, and the female crown was Qin Xihai.

As for the Taoist who appeared to wear a sword, whose scabbard actually hid a Straight Blade, it was Bu Lengchuan.

Qing Yu had recognized Brother Bu through the posture he had taken while holding the blade, someone with whom he had once had an acquaintance.

As subordinates accompanying Pei Dongliu, he naturally would protect the lives of these two. Thus, the attack came.

"The Dao encompasses all under heaven and earth."

Green light intensified in Qing Yu's eyes. All the Sword Qi converged into a single force, meeting the enemy's Finger Strength with the most straightforward yet fierce move.

Pei Dongliu was once known as the King of Battle, an expert of countless martial arts and weapons. His finger strength was not just mere Finger Strength. It contained everything, be it punches, palms, swords, or blades. Every technique of combat was encapsulated within this one finger.

Just in terms of move variations, Qing Yu was no match for the King of Battle's finger, so the only way was to gather all his strength and break skill with pure force.

Sword Qi collided with Finger Strength, unleashing a fierce gust that turned everything in the vicinity to shreds.

Qing Yu staggered backward three steps, stomping out a deep footprint before her, the extended left-hand sword finger enveloped in a ghostly green light as Xuanyin Sword Energy surged forward, finally blocking the ever-shifting and variable Finger Strength.

With a "splutter" sound, a mouth enshrouded in black mist forcefully expelled a mouthful of fresh blood. Qing Yu had no time to tend to her injuries as she vanished from her original spot in haste.

The gap was too vast, even with the Xuanyin Sword Energy infused within her body, it was still difficult to withstand such a casual flick of a finger. At that moment, the Xuanyin Sword Energy within Qing Yu's body became utterly chaotic, including the three strands of unassimilated Sword Energy that rampaged through her system, posing a severe threat to her safety.

"Oh? You actually managed to block a finger from this master?" In the sky, Pei Dongliu watched with a hint of surprise towards the direction where Qing Yu disappeared, with a faint desire to pursue her.

Although that finger was thrown out casually and without much effort, it was still not something that a mere True Pill Realm youngster should be able to block. Even a warrior in the Divinity Realm would have been injured under that finger.

Pei Dongliu couldn't help but become intrigued by this Hidden Mirror Man.

But before that, he had to deal with the current predicament.

Pei Dongliu reached out and caught a Yin Thunder that had silently arrived behind him, squeezing it to explosion. The bursting electric sparks rampaged in Pei Dongliu's hand yet couldn't harm him in the slightest.

"Shenxiao Taoist, are you seeking a battle with me?" Pei Dongliu looked down with a domineering gaze towards the Shenxiao Taoist, who appeared young, flexing his fingers that had just crushed the Yin Thunder, as his fighting spirit began to rise.

"It was merely a warning," said the Shenxiao Taoist calmly, "Do not bully the junior excessively, otherwise, this poor Daoist might have to take some action as well."

"Oh?" Pei Dongliu seemed to have understood something and raised an eyebrow, "It seems the Hidden Mirror Man is indeed a person of the Shadow King, and you folks seem to be quite entangled with the Shadow King."

"What of it?" the Shenxiao Taoist retorted indifferently.

Now even Dragon Tiger Mountain was involved with the court, what was there for his Shenxiao Dao to fear? It should be Dragon Tiger Mountain that was worried.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since you all have your own issues to resolve, we shall take our leave first," Ling Xuedu suddenly said, laughing lightly.

His interruption prompted Pei Dongliu to throw a punch on reflex.

This punch was unlike the previous Finger Strength that shifted and changed a thousand ways; it was a simple, unadorned punch. The punch contained a powerful force that was nearly impossible to withstand, causing the Blood River swirling in front of Ling Xuedu to violently shatter.

But the punch was still blocked.

Not by Ling Xuedu, but by a Blood Mirror that appeared in front of him.

Ling Xuedu's right wrist split open, and pure crimson blood, dazzling like a red gem, spread out forming a Blood Mirror. It was this Blood Mirror that blocked Pei Dongliu's punch, leaving Ling Xuedu completely unscathed.

"Instructor Pei, so many years have passed, yet you are still far from the Supreme warrior. Back then you couldn't defeat Mu Cangsheng, and today you'll have trouble overcoming the life-saving method our Sect Leader left within me," Ling Xuedu spoke deliberately, word by word. "Today, if we wish to leave, you cannot stop us."

"It is true you cannot stop us..." Pei Dongliu had not yet spoken when the Shenxiao Taoist interjected, "Instructor Pei, if the people of the Blood Demon Sect want to leave, we did not plan to intercept them. If you wish to obstruct them, then you will have to act on your own."

The rest of the crowd, except for Zhang Jinggen from Dragon Tiger Mountain with a complex expression, silently nodded in agreement.

The Blood Demon Sect was powerful, and a forced battle might result in loss of lives. No one wished to die, including Tong Ming, whose life was nearing its end.

And leaving Pei Dongliu alone to deal with all the people of the Demon Path, even he, "The World's Number One," couldn't withstand it.

"So, we will take our leave," said Ling Xuedu, now apparently the spokesperson for the people of the Demon Path, smirking as he left first.

No one else wanted to fall behind, lest they become targets of a collective attack, with each running faster than the last.