Chen Junnan’s eyes widened slightly before he spoke, “You fooled all of them?”
“This is too complicated to explain right now,” Qi Xia signaled to the group with a glance. “Let’s go first.”
Chen Junnan turned to glance at Qiao Jiajin, and the two nodded at each other before leading the group out of the final “Gate.”
Once everyone had left, Qi Xia turned back and approached the “Gate of Collapse,” locking eyes with Qinglong and Xuanwu.
Xuanwu, after landing, didn’t pause for even a second—she sprang up like a coiled spring and reached out her hand again.
A look of confusion flickered across her face, as if she couldn’t comprehend why her opponent, whose heart she had just extracted, could still launch such a fierce attack.
A moment later, a dark-green heart appeared in Xuanwu’s hand once more.
It was Qinglong’s second heart.
Xuanwu frowned, her expression puzzled as she glanced at her right hand, then at the shattered heart in the distance. Under what circumstances could someone have two hearts?
Qi Xia narrowed his eyes slightly at the sight, greedily absorbing the fragments of memory that surged around him under these extreme conditions.
This would be one of his rare opportunities—the more memories he could recover, the greater his chances of victory.
After having his heart torn out again, Qinglong paused for half a second before resuming his assault, lunging straight for Xuanwu’s back.
Xuanwu reacted instantly, using “Teleportation” to evade the attack before flinging Qinglong’s heart like a bullet, the force of the throw creating a sonic boom.
Qinglong sidestepped his own heart, only for a razor-sharp palm strike to follow.
Xuanwu hastily retreated a few steps to dodge, then reached out and extracted a lung. Yet Qinglong merely froze for a fraction of a second before unleashing another deadly strike, once again aiming for Xuanwu’s back.
The scene that unfolded next would have been horrifying in any context, yet Qinglong and Xuanwu clashed relentlessly, as if unfazed.
Xuanwu continued tearing organs from Qinglong’s body and hurling them back at him—heart against heart, lung against lung.
The entire battlefield was soon drenched in blood, littered with fragments of Qinglong’s organs—his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs—smashed into pieces, turning the arena into a hellscape of gore.
Qinglong, however, seemed increasingly unaffected, merely flicking away his own discarded organs with an expression as indifferent as if tossing out trash.
Gradually, Xuanwu realized that Qinglong’s organs were seemingly inexhaustible—every time she reached in to extract one, another would materialize in its place. It was a phenomenon she had never encountered before.
But at this point, Xuanwu couldn’t think of a better way to subdue Qinglong. All she knew was that she had to fight with everything she had.
If she didn’t force a conclusion here, she would be doomed to endless torment.
With that thought, she steeled herself, then slowly extended her hand once more.
Under Qi Xia’s watchful gaze, Xuanwu pulled out a bloodied spinal column from the void.
Qinglong’s advancing body crumpled like a deflated balloon—only to spring back up moments later, his face twisted in madness.
He remained completely unharmed.
For the first time, Xuanwu felt a flicker of fear. But she knew she couldn’t stop. If she faltered now, everything would be for nothing.
Without hesitation, she swung the spine like a blade, slashing toward Qinglong.
Seizing the moment, Qinglong used “Teleportation” to vanish, reappearing beside Xuanwu before transforming his hand into a blade and cleanly severing her right arm at the shoulder.
Before the arm could hit the ground, Qinglong caught it by the wrist and wielded it like a weapon.
Xuanwu felt no pain—her severed wound was pitch-black. She barely managed to catch the falling spine with her remaining hand.
But before she could counter, Qinglong swung her own arm like a weapon, smashing it brutally into her abdomen.
Unable to block in time, Xuanwu was sent flying once more, crashing deep into the wall.
She wasn’t sure what she was feeling—no pain, no discomfort, just an overwhelming sense of wrongness.
Qinglong chuckled, tossing the arm in his hand before hurling it like a javelin straight at Xuanwu, still embedded in the wall.
The arm struck true, impaling her abdomen like a steel nail and pinning her in place.
Xuanwu seemed unaffected, merely coughing lightly.
Then, she slowly pulled the arm free and dropped from the wall.
The wound in her abdomen was a void of darkness, her long hair obscuring any expression.
She examined the severed arm in her grip—though disconnected, it still responded to her will.
With her left hand gripping the right, and the right hand clutching the spine, she fashioned an unorthodox weapon.
For Xuanwu, this battle was proving far too grueling.
After all this fighting, she hadn’t managed to inflict a single wound on Qinglong.
So she had to take it step by step. To kill Qinglong, she first had to make him bleed.
“Tch…” Qinglong smirked at Xuanwu’s murderous intent. “Still not giving up, Xuanwu? You actually think you can kill me with brute force?”
“All I know is that you broke the rules,” Xuanwu replied coldly. “And rule-breakers face judgment—no exceptions.”
“I’ll tire of this soon enough,” Qinglong said. “And when I do, I’ll strip every last shred of your ‘reason’ away. Not a trace left.”
“Strip my reason…?” Xuanwu’s lips slowly curled. “That sounds perfect…”
Qinglong’s brow furrowed—before he could respond, Xuanwu had already “Teleported” toward him, wielding her bizarre weapon.
In an instant, she was before him. Qinglong focused intently on her remaining arm, ready to block—only for Xuanwu to lightly toss her severed limb into the air.
The arm twisted mid-flight before gripping the spine and swinging down with terrifying force.
Qinglong moved to defend, but suddenly, everything went dark.
Two eyeballs now rested in Xuanwu’s remaining hand. She crushed them in her fist before driving it straight into Qinglong’s abdomen.
Blinded, Qinglong barely had time to react before the devastating impact struck.
Then came a chilling sensation—a clean slice from his crown down to his chin.
**”Shhhhk—”**
In that single second, both Qinglong and Xuanwu froze.
Xuanwu slowly raised her head, catching her own arm as it fell.
Qinglong’s skull had been split cleanly in two by his own spine, the inside blooming like a crimson flower.
She had assumed Qinglong shared her “immortality,” but his wounds showed no trace of darkness.
Now, with his head bifurcated and his eyes hollow voids, Qinglong looked like a true demon.
“Ha… ha…” Both halves of Qinglong’s mouth laughed in unison. “How wonderful… Xuanwu. Truly magnificent. I never imagined I’d see this day.”
As his voice faded, the two halves of his skull slowly realigned, his eyeballs swirling back into their sockets like whirlpools.
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