MTLNOVEL Chapter 45 Hanging by a Thread
Seeing Lan Gongliang call out his name, Shen Qing's mind went blank, and his blood surged within him.
He had just realized the danger, having concealed his identity with great difficulty.
He had thought it was foolproof, but unexpectedly, such a scenario had unfolded.
Now, with Lan Gongliang's slight hint, he felt as if he had been pushed to the forefront of a storm, tensing every muscle in his body.
Xue Zhao was originally out to avenge his son's murder, stifling a bellyful of fire for not finding the murderer.
Finding that the murderer was right under his nose, and that he had almost been deceived, only added fuel to the fire.
Shen Qing looked at Lan Gongliang, who seemed delighted by the trouble, "I really 'thank' you!"
"Are you Shen Qing?" Xue Zhao's manifested Primordial Spirit appeared vividly alive, his face animated with an intense killing intent that surged palpably.
"Very well, very well!" Xue Zhao laughed in extreme anger.
Before Shen Qing could react, Xue Zhao decisively pressed his palm toward Shen Qing, initiating his attack.
The immense pressure of the Primordial Spirit Realm, like mountains collapsing and rivers bursting their banks, surged out from him.
In midair, a massive golden palm materialized and mercilessly crushed toward Shen Qing.
Each ounce of pressure within this palm was immensely heavy, enough to shatter the physical body of an ordinary martial master.
Shen Qing was horrified. Still not fully recovered from the terrifying aura of the Nine Heavens Absolute Kill Array and with his strength greatly diminished, he felt like an ant trying to shake a tree facing this Primordial Spirit powerhouse, completely unable to contend.
But he did not just wait to die.
Shen Qing clenched his teeth, his Spiritual Power boiling inside him as he exerted all his might to activate the Six Path Whale Swallowing Technique and the Eight Desolate Annihilation Seal.
Instantly, spirals of Spiritual Power emerged at the acupoints around his body, gathering the surrounding Spirit Essence like twinkling stars.
A simple, crimson golden seal formed in front of him, bursting forth with divine might.
These two Martial Arts techniques, the most thoroughly mastered and mightiest in his arsenal, still left him uncertain against Xue Zhao, a powerhouse in the Primordial Spirit Realm.
A booming sound erupted.
Two completely different auras collided fiercely in the void, like stars falling and the heavens trembling, the aftermath overflowing and distorting the surrounding space.
Shen Qing staggered several steps back before stabilizing his stance.
His upper body clothing, under the onslaught of this destructive force, turned instantly to dust and scattered with the wind, revealing skin torn by the fierce aura, with corners of his mouth silently spilling out bursts of bright red blood.
He looked like someone who had just walked out of a bloodbath, covered in blood.
Even so, Shen Qing did not take a single step back, nor did he harbor a trace of desire to beg for mercy.
He pushed out all his learned skills with all his might, desperately holding on, and his bent waist slowly straightened again.
'Is this the true power of the Primordial Spirit Realm? Just a strand of Primordial Spirit is so powerful.'
Shen Qing's eyes emitted a fierce light as he took this opportunity to grasp the aura of a Primordial Spirit Realm powerhouse, continuously resisting, unwilling to yield.
Xue Zhao's strand of Primordial Spirit noticed some changes in Shen Qing, "Hmm?"
He snorted coldly and increased the force in his hand.
Crack, crack, crack!
Under the invisible pressure of the Primordial Spirit Realm, every inch of flesh in Shen Qing's body suffered immense pressure, and fine cracks began to surface on his skin, sounding like porcelain breaking.
Shen Qing ignored these injuries; his blood boiled as he continued to resist, his body seeming to thunder from within.
Suddenly, a peculiar scene quietly emerged.
Within the cracks appearing all over Shen Qing's body, a strand of golden light faintly glimmered, ceaselessly roving through his meridians.
The so-called Primordial Spirit Realm is the realm where a martial master integrates their own Spirit Essence, condenses the Primordial Spirit, and continuously merges with the heavens and earth.
Once the Primordial Spirit merges with the heavens and earth to a certain critical point, it can achieve the level of mastery and roam freely between the heavens and earth.
The key to this realm lies firstly in condensation and secondly in merging.
Unknown amounts of time had passed when he perceived a layer of charm that subtly merged with the Spirit Essence of the heavens and earth from Xue Zhao's Primordial Spirit. Light burst forth from his eyes.
Immediately afterward, Shen Qing, completely disregarding his injuries, moved his body and grabbed the handle of the Thunder Abyss Blade hanging at his waist.
He let out a light shout and swung the Treasure Blade in his hand.
At this moment, with Shen Qing exerting all his strength, the blade unleashed an unprecedented, earth-shattering power.
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Boom!
Blue lightning flickered, slashing toward that golden palm suspended in the void.
This palm, manifested by Xue Zhao's will, held astonishing power, but under the strike of the thunder from the Thunder Abyss, it shattered like fragile foam, splitting in two.
The golden light scattered, eventually dissipating into nothingness.
After the fierce attack poured out, Shen Qing's figure trembled slightly, his chest heaving like a bellows, gasping continuously.
Every breath he took was accompanied by a thunderous rumble between his bones and muscles; a giant dragon was tumbling inside him.
The Six Path Whale Swallowing Technique was frantically circulating within his body.
Shen Qing's body seemed to transform into a black bottomless pit, devouring the Spiritual Power it could touch in this part of the heavens and earth.
Under his deliberate control, the accumulated "pouch" burst forth like breached floodwaters, pouring out the immense Spiritual Power accumulated over countless days and nights, without reserve.
Under the nourishment of Spiritual Power and the continuous repair by the Six Path Whale Swallowing Technique, the cracked wounds on his body rapidly healed at a visible speed. In the blink of an eye, Shen Qing had returned to his peak condition, radiating a glow of rebirth from fire.
Xue Zhao stood not far away, witnessing this miraculous scene, a trace of incredulous surprise flashing across his eyes.
A hint of surprise curled at his lips, "What Martial Arts are you practicing? Why have I never seen it before?"
To be honest, such speed of injury repair was excessively fast, much faster than most Martial Arts he knew, even a bit faster than the injury repair of his own Primordial Spirit Realm.
Shen Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiling as he asked, "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
"I can make your death a little less painful." Xue Zhao's Primordial Spirit stood with folded arms, snorting coldly.
"Only a fool would tell you."
"Hmm?!" Xue Zhao had never expected such a reply and, furious to the point of laughter, said, "I think you'd better just die."
Seeing Shen Qing's irreverent attitude, Xue Zhao felt an unnamed anger rising within him, quickly spreading through his chest. Coupled with his revenge for his beloved son, complex emotions tinted his eyes a shade of blood red.
"Die!" Xue Zhao bellowed angrily, the skies flashing with golden light.
His entire being, like an arrow released from its bow, transformed into a streak of light, speeding directly towards Shen Qing.
His speed was so fast it almost surpassed the limits of what the naked eye could capture.
Xue Zhao's figure abruptly appeared in front of Shen Qing, his hands sweeping fiercely, bringing a sharp piercing sound through the air.
Xue Zhao gathered all his strength and launched a punch.
The powerful punch surged toward Shen Qing, the punch's wind compressing and distorting the space it passed through.
In an instant, a ferocious wind howled, its overwhelming power emitting a deafening roar.
The enormous shadow of the fist continuously enlarged in Shen Qing's pupils until it reached right before him.
Shen Qing felt the terrifying force of this punch, his heart pounding fiercely.
He couldn't block this punch!