Chapter 092: A Fatal Blow
“Eldest Senior Brother, when you fought Ying Wusheng earlier, you never transformed your spiritual power into Realm Lord power to unleash it? For a Realm Lord, isn’t that the same as tying your own hands?!” Yan Suoyun exclaimed in surprise.
“It’s not as exaggerated as you say, Suoyun. But if it makes you feel relieved, then it’s good.”
Feeling the rapid transformation of the spiritual power within his body, Qin Gou’s twin pupils grew even more serious. “Now, elder brother won’t chat with you anymore. After all, if Ying Wusheng is allowed to prepare like this for so long, it’s possible I might truly embarrass myself?”
At the same time, Ying Wusheng stood straight in the very center of the pitch-black shadow domain. The numerous cultivators who had transformed from his spirit tools earlier had now all turned into threads of flowing light, converging towards him like stars encircling the moon.
“What’s going on?”
Suddenly, Ying Wusheng keenly sensed that Qin Gou’s entire aura seemed to have undergone a change.
Previously, Qin Gou felt like an overly calm, even somewhat strange, deep lake. Except for the moment he actually made a move, he could restrain his might to the extreme.
But now, Ying Wusheng was astonished to discover that Qin Gou was leaking a lot of sharp aura, constantly bursting out of his body. As for the reason…
“As soon as this seat unleashes my full power, you guy, you’ll still have moments of panic and confusion, won’t you? Can’t even feign composure anymore?”
A hint of mockery flickered in Ying Wusheng’s eyes as he muttered to himself.
But in the blink of an eye, Qin Gou’s figure, which had originally stood in the distant sky, had completely disappeared from his view.
“Did this guy escape…”
However, just as Ying Wusheng thought of this, the figure clad in a green robe, moving almost faster than his thoughts and divine sense, had already appeared directly in front of Ying Wusheng, holding a black and white feathered fan in his hand.
It happened so fast. Qin Gou swung his Kunpeng Fan, and a giant blade condensed from lightning instantly slashed down from above Ying Wusheng’s head.
“Boom!”
It was only then, at this moment, that the astonished Ying Wusheng realized that Qin Gou had not escaped the Little Profound Realm at all, but had suddenly displayed an astonishingly fast movement technique that chased the wind and flashed like lightning.
However, if it were a normal person who had not cultivated, it would be normal for them to be unable to perceive the high-speed movement of a high-level cultivator. But he, Ying Wusheng, was a dignified Abyssal Demon Lord, a Realm Lord!
“Screech!”
Suddenly, due to being directly hit by Qin Gou’s powerful strike, Ying Wusheng’s twin pupils overflowed with pain, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. A peculiar tearing sound erupted from him.
His back tore open, as if he had shed a piece of clothing. A man resembling a middle-aged scholar rapidly ‘withdrew’ from within and leaped backward violently. Ying Wusheng’s original Dao Body then rapidly decayed into a pile of loess, making the scene extremely bizarre.
Although the middle-aged scholar’s appearance and aura were unfamiliar to Qin Gou, judging from the killing intent in his familiar gaze, it was not difficult to guess that this person was indeed ‘Ying Wusheng’.
“Surprised? This is my law!” Ying Wusheng, who had transformed into the ‘middle-aged scholar’, said coldly. “Here, I am immortal. No killing spirit arts can truly defeat me…”
“Stop boasting, Ah Sheng.” Qin Gou waved his hand without hesitation.
“You!”
“From the fact that you didn’t have time to change your appearance at this moment and your whole appearance has completely changed, I can see that your so-called ‘rebirth’ ability uses the Dao Bodies of other cultivators you’ve occupied before. Therefore, this ability granted by your Little Profound Realm must have a limit on the number of times. However, this does resolve a question I once had.”
Qin Gou frowned slightly. “You, Ying Wusheng, have always been so enthusiastic about killing innocents, and have occupied one cultivator’s Dao Body after another in a mad, perverted way, even though you had no enmity with them. It turns out it was for this purpose.”
Hearing this, Ying Wusheng sneered dismissively. “So what? Earlier, how many avatars did this seat have, you’ve seen them. And the strength of this Dao Body under my direct control…”
“I know that the most famous talent of your Soul Plunderer clan is that as long as your core soul pearl is not extinguished, even if you possess another’s Dao Body, your original cultivation realm will be completely preserved? In simple terms, only that soul pearl is your true body and the source of your power.”
Qin Gou shook his head. “It’s just, do you really think that as long as you can take more hits than others, you are truly invincible? Have you not already experienced the speed and lethality I can unleash in an instant?”
“Are you trying to compare with this seat to see who exhausts their energy first and runs out of tricks? Ignorant fool!” Ying Wusheng said with some amusement. “I’ve seen many fools like you who don’t shed tears until they see the coffin. But do you know that within the scope of my Little Profound Realm, the consumption of my rebirth is actually negligible.”
“Want to try?”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Qin Gou’s figure disappeared without a trace again. The next moment, just as Ying Wusheng was about to take defensive action, he had already appeared in front of him.
“Can you withstand this genuine Realm Lord-level ‘Fatal Blow’?!”
Old Qin’s expression was serious, and his tone was quite solemn, but his action was to launch a lightning-fast kick, accurately and heavily hitting Ying Wusheng’s lower body!
The actions of truly transcendent and free masters are often so simple and unpretentious, returning to their original nature.
“Ahhhhh—!”
His eyes were about to burst, his face turned red and his veins bulged, and a scream as sharp and high-pitched as a pig’s slaughter erupted from Ying Wusheng’s mouth.
Soon, another ‘screech’ was heard. Unlike the previous way Ying Wusheng seemed to ‘withdraw’ from his previous Dao Body somewhat proactively, this time Ying Wusheng’s so-called ‘newborn’ Dao Body, instead of emanating from the shell of the middle-aged scholar, whose soul had long since been extinguished for who knows how many years, suddenly shot out in a painful, shrimp-like posture.
Without a word, Qin Gou, the moment Ying Wusheng’s ‘newborn’ Dao Body appeared, stepped heavily on the same spot with his powerful Realm Lord strength without any deviation.
“You damn… Ughhhh!” Ying Wusheng cursed again, roaring to the heavens.
‘Screech!’
Continue.
“Awooo—!”
‘Screech!’
Continue!
…
In just a few seconds, Old Qin seemed to have transformed into a merciless climbing machine, diligently ascending one ‘newborn’ Dao Body after another that Ying Wusheng kept ejecting into the distance, forming a human stairway, perfectly never touching the ground from beginning to end.
