The purple aura gradually gathered on Gu Xu Zao Hong’s face, and the dust whisk in his hand began to move without wind. The T-shaped threads danced wildly as if they had come to life. He stared tightly at Mei Qing and shouted, “This humble Daoist attained enlightenment during the Xuande reign, and it has been over a hundred years since. Compared to you, if we were to fight, I would indeed be bullying the younger. However, today’s matter is not about personal honor or disgrace, but rather the glory of our sects. Although I despise attacking from behind, once my technique is unleashed, I will hold back nothing. Mei Qing, you must be careful!”
Mei Qing, however, replied sarcastically, “You’re the one who wants to fight, yet you pretend to feel awkward about bullying the younger. Do you think saying these words absolves your conscience and justifies your actions? You’ve been enlightened for a hundred and eighty years—how come you’ve only grown more fake and insincere with age? Talking about reminding me to be careful—do you mean to say you wouldn’t attack me if I hadn’t been cautious enough?”
Mei Qing’s sharp tongue startled Huang Guxu for a moment. But this seasoned Daoist, instead of showing anger, actually looked apologetic and said, “Indeed, I was being overly sentimental. Today, we are enemies, not friends. We shall settle this by strength alone.”
Mei Qing sneered, “Then why waste so many words? Take this!”
So saying, he suddenly extended his hand and once again summoned the Five Elements Pearl, forming a chain of black lightning that struck toward Huang Guxu.
Though Mei Qing had launched an attack, inwardly he was groaning.
Earlier, Mei Qing had spoken rudely on purpose to test his opponent. Huang Guxu appeared tall and imposing, spoke loudly, dressed extravagantly, and carried a dust whisk—seeming like an open and forthright person. Yet the moment he spoke, he was surprisingly courteous, which ran counter to his outward appearance.
People like Huang Guxu, who had long ruled a sect and mastered Daoist techniques, had walked more bridges than Mei Qing had traveled roads. Mei Qing would never believe such a man could be free of guile.
Therefore, sensing the inconsistency between Huang’s actions and appearance, Mei Qing ignored his words and acted even more impudently, putting on a shameless, cheeky attitude.
But he hadn’t expected Huang, the true master of self-cultivation, to remain completely calm despite Mei Qing’s provocations, even yielding repeatedly in tone, yet speaking with complete calmness.
In a battle between cultivators, victory does not depend solely on cultivation level or superior techniques. The environment, words, and momentum all have a tremendous impact on both sides.
Take Zhuo Wanchun for example. Mei Qing had provoked him into attacking first with a few words, causing him to act hastily and impatiently. Once locked in battle, Zhuo had been astonished at Mei Qing’s strength, and humiliated in front of others, he had lost his composure. In his haste and anger, he had failed to maintain his Daoist calmness, attacked recklessly, and failed to anticipate Mei Qing’s unexpected moves—thus suffering a crushing defeat.
But now, Huang Guxu remained calm and composed, exuding confidence, which instead made Mei Qing anxious and uneasy, gradually falling into a disadvantage. Knowing that if this continued, it would only become worse for him, Mei Qing had no choice but to reluctantly attack first, against his own inclination.
When Huang Guxu saw Mei Qing strike first, his expression turned serious. He retreated before advancing, his Daoist robe glowing even more brightly. The silver threads of his dust whisk stretched out, growing to a diameter of several meters, suddenly filling the space in front of him like countless silver snakes weaving in and out.
As Mei Qing’s Five Elements Thunder struck the threads, he felt them act like an enormous net, unraveling and eroding his spiritual energy bit by bit, causing him to frown deeply.
Mei Qing usually won by creating chaos, but this time, he faced a steady and methodical opponent like Huang Guxu, who clearly intended to overpower him through sheer seniority and deeper cultivation. He wasn’t seeking to win, only to avoid losing—waiting patiently until Mei Qing exhausted himself. Though this strategy bordered on being underhanded, it was undeniably effective, leaving Mei Qing at a loss for countermeasures.
Moreover, those silver threads were like entangling vines; once entangled, it was nearly impossible to break free.
Gu Xuzao’s face, already flushed with a deep red hue, began to gather a purplish aura, and the horsetail whisk in his hand moved without any wind, its threads dancing wildly as if alive. His eyes were fixed intently on Mei Qing as he declared loudly, “I, a humble Taoist, attained enlightenment during the Xuande era, and it has been over a century since then. Compared to you, if we were to engage in combat, it would indeed be a case of the strong bullying the weak. However, today is not about personal honor but the glory of our sect. Although I disdain attacking from behind, once my magic is unleashed, there will be no holding back. Mei Qing, you must be careful.”
Mei Qing, however, showed no gratitude and retorted, “It’s you who wants to fight, and it’s you who pretends to be embarrassed about bullying the weak. Do you think saying these words absolves you of guilt and justifies your actions? You’ve been enlightened for over a hundred and eighty years, yet your pretentiousness only grows with age. You say you’re warning me to be careful, but if I weren’t on guard, would you really not attack?”
Mei Qing’s sharp tongue caught Huang Guxu off guard. Yet, this seasoned Taoist found it amusing and, instead of showing anger, wore an apologetic expression, saying, “Indeed, I have been overly sentimental. Today, we are enemies, not friends, and we shall settle this with our skills.”
Mei Qing sneered, “Why say so much? Let’s see your palm!”
With that, he extended his hand, and the Five Elements Pearl shot out again, forming a chain of black lightning that struck towards Huang Guxu.
Although Mei Qing had made his move, he was inwardly lamenting.
Earlier, Mei Qing’s seemingly unreasonable words were actually a test. Huang Guxu, with his tall stature, booming voice, and resplendent attire, holding a horsetail whisk, appeared to be a flamboyant and straightforward person. Yet, when he spoke, he was unexpectedly humble and polite, which was quite contrary to his appearance.
Someone like Huang Guxu, a seasoned master who had long achieved Taoist enlightenment, had surely walked more paths than Mei Qing had traveled. Mei Qing couldn’t believe that such a person had no ulterior motives.
Seeing the discrepancy between Huang Guxu’s behavior and appearance, Mei Qing ignored his words and instead adopted a deliberately unreasonable and confrontational attitude.
Unexpectedly, Huang Guxu’s cultivation was truly profound. Despite Mei Qing’s rudeness, Huang Guxu showed no anger and repeatedly yielded in tone, yet his words remained composed.
In the battles of cultivators, it’s not just about the level of cultivation or the sophistication of Taoist arts. The environment, words, and momentum all have a significant impact on both sides.
For example, earlier, Zhuo Wanchun was provoked by Mei Qing’s words into making the first move, inevitably becoming somewhat agitated. Once the confrontation became stalemate, Zhuo Wanchun was shocked by Mei Qing’s unexpectedly high cultivation level and was embarrassed by the loss of face in front of others. In his haste and anger, he couldn’t maintain a calm Taoist heart, attacked without restraint, and was caught off guard by Mei Qing’s unexpected move, leading to his defeat.
But now, Huang Guxu was calm and composed, exuding confidence, which put Mei Qing at a disadvantage. Mei Qing knew that continuing like this would only worsen his situation, so he had to go against his usual strategy and make the first move.
Seeing Mei Qing’s move, Huang Guxu’s expression turned serious. He retreated before advancing, his Taoist robe glowing brighter, and the silver threads of his horsetail whisk extended to a length of several feet, suddenly filling the space in front of him like writhing silver snakes.
As Mei Qing’s Five Elements Thunder clashed with Huang Guxu’s whisk, he felt the threads of the whisk like an enormous silk net, unraveling and dissipating his true essence bit by bit, causing him to frown deeply.
Mei Qing usually won his battles through chaos, but this time, encountering a steady and methodical Huang Guxu, who clearly intended to use his superior cultivation to wear Mei Qing down without seeking victory but avoiding defeat, left Mei Qing with no good counter-strategy.
But those silver threads were like entangling vines; once they made contact, it was extremely difficult to break free.
The Gezao Sect’s practice is derived from the Lingbao tradition, primarily worshipping the Lingbao Heavenly Lord, with the “Lingbao Duren Jing” as their supreme scripture. Their sect treasures include a seal and a book, which have always attracted attention in the cultivation world. Huang Guxu, as a Lingbao official of the sect, came prepared with the Lingbao Imperial Book, determined to win.
However, after seeing Mei Qing break Zhuo Wanchun’s Immortal Jade Seal and noticing Tao Zhongwen’s indifference to Zhuo Wanchun’s defeat, Huang Guxu felt a sense of empathy for the fallen, making him more conservative in his approach.
Thus, his attack was not aggressive but focused on entangling Mei Qing, preventing him from escaping, while ignoring the openings Mei Qing deliberately exposed.
Mei Qing was inwardly distressed. Although Huang Guxu wasn’t pressing hard, he still had to conserve his strength. This kind of battle tested the depth of cultivation and experience. Mei Qing, a novice, couldn’t match a seasoned veteran like Huang Guxu.
But since they had reached this point, Mei Qing could only hope for Huang Guxu to make a mistake. However, Huang Guxu was focused on stability, leaving no openings.
Mei Qing had never felt so frustrated in a battle before. Huang Guxu was like a sticky candy, impossible to shake off or defeat, grinding away without hurry. Despite Mei Qing deliberately exposing several openings, Huang Guxu didn’t take the bait, sticking to his strategy of entanglement.
While Mei Qing’s Shenxiao Five Elements Thunder might catch the inexperienced off guard, Huang Guxu, a seasoned expert who had witnessed the Plum Blossom Sect’s techniques and observed Zhang Yuchong and Tao Zhongwen’s battle, used his whisk’s silver threads to engage in a prolonged battle of true essence, avoiding direct confrontation and rendering Mei Qing’s strength useless.
After a while, Mei Qing grew impatient, knowing this couldn’t go on. He gritted his teeth, suddenly leaped into the air, and made a peculiar hand gesture.
Huang Guxu remembered this gesture well. Earlier, when Mei Qing faced Zhuo Wanchun, he made this gesture and threw a stone, shattering the Immortal Jade Seal and nearly killing Zhuo Wanchun.
Despite his vast experience and cultivation, Huang Guxu couldn’t discern the nature of that stone in the heat of the moment. It seemed to carry an ancient, vast aura, possibly a relic from antiquity. Thus, during the battle, he remained vigilant, wary of falling into Mei Qing’s trap.
Seeing Mei Qing’s stance, Huang Guxu immediately slowed his whisk, pulled back, and the silver threads formed a dense net, covering his entire body. When he looked back at Mei Qing, he was furious.
Mei Qing hadn’t thrown any stone but instead shouted, “Escape!” and used a teleportation technique, disappearing in an instant.
However, they were within the Heavenly Net Formation, so Mei Qing only managed to teleport a few dozen feet before reappearing. Although he had only created a small distance, Mei Qing wasn’t discouraged. He wanted to break the entanglement. Now that they were separated, he could rely on his spirit crane and teleportation artifacts to engage in a mobile battle, avoiding direct contact.
At that moment, Mei Qing suddenly felt a pang of fear, his divine sense alarmed. Without hesitation, he moved several feet away. The sound of wind breaking reached his ears, and several sinister killing intents followed closely behind!
Without looking back, Mei Qing’s divine sense clearly detected three eight-foot-tall, red-robed, grotesque figures approaching in a triangular formation, each wielding a black longsword, slashing wildly towards him.
Mei Qing had just moved away from the leading figure but found himself within the range of the other two’s blades. With no way to avoid them, Mei Qing gritted his teeth and shouted, “Strike!” Suddenly, two massive, golden, scaled hands appeared in mid-air, grabbing the longswords of the two figures.
Mei Qing twisted his palms, and the two giant hands twisted the longswords into spirals, then clapped together, slicing horizontally towards the three figures.
The three figures didn’t retreat but advanced, letting out a strange cry. The central figure wielded two swords, while the other two charged bare-handed, as if throwing themselves recklessly at the giant hands.
Mei Qing spread his feet, his internal energies swirling, purple aura surging to his crown. He chanted, “Break the Diamond, subdue the demons, Om!”
A massive diamond scepter appeared in the giant hands, connected by a bone rod, with a human skull at each end. The two skulls opened their black, gaping mouths, revealing sharp white teeth, and let out a piercing roar, striking the three figures’ extended sword arms.
With a series of thuds, the diamond scepter shattered the longswords and arms of the three figures, then, with a golden wind, struck their waists, reducing them to splinters like rotten wood.
Yet, the three figures, like lifeless zombies, remained ferocious even as their bodies fell apart, their severed heads and hands still biting and clawing at the scepter, emitting eerie sounds.
Mei Qing was startled by this sight, then suddenly felt a heavy blow, his head spinning, and his limbs immobilized. He saw massive silver threads, like giant pythons, winding around him from all directions.
“Not good!” Mei Qing thought of Huang Guxu’s strange whisk, realizing he had fallen into a trap.
He struggled to sink his divine sense into his body, then lost consciousness.
However, after witnessing Mei Qing shatter Zhuo Wanchun’s Immortal Jade Seal, and seeing Tao Zhongwen show no concern for Zhuo’s defeat, Huang couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for a fellow cultivator’s fate. Thus, his attacks had become more cautious.
Therefore, his current assault carried no urgency or aggression. Instead, he entangled Mei Qing, preventing him from breaking away or fleeing. Even when Mei Qing exposed several openings, Huang ignored them deliberately.
Mei Qing inwardly groaned. Although Huang wasn’t pressing hard and Mei Qing still had reserves of strength, this kind of battle was a test of endurance and experience. As a newcomer, how could he possibly match such an old fox?
But having come this far, Mei Qing couldn’t simply withdraw unless Huang made a mistake. Yet Huang was playing it safe, showing no openings at all.
This was the most frustrating battle Mei Qing had ever experienced. His opponent was like a sticky lump of candy—impossible to shake off, impossible to hit. Slowly wearing him down, never in a hurry. No matter how many times Mei Qing deliberately exposed weaknesses, Huang remained unmoved, continuing his strategy of entanglement.
Those unfamiliar with Mei Qing’s Shenzhao Five Elements Thunder technique would often suffer initial setbacks due to its unfamiliar nature. But Huang Guxu was an old fox who had seen it all. He had even witnessed scenes from the Mei sect in the past and had a basic understanding of this thunder art. Having also observed Zhang Yuchong’s fight with Tao Zhongwen earlier, he now unfurled his dust whisk’s silver threads, weaving through the Five Elements, engaging in a battle of attrition with pure spiritual energy, deliberately avoiding direct clashes—leaving Mei Qing frustrated and helpless despite his strength.
After battling for a while, Mei Qing grew increasingly impatient. Knowing this couldn’t continue, he gritted his teeth, suddenly summoned his spirit crane to soar, spread his palms, and formed a strange hand seal.
Huang Guxu recognized this hand seal instantly. Earlier, when Mei Qing had faced Zhuo Wanchun, he had used this exact seal before throwing a stone that shattered the Immortal Jade Seal and nearly killed Zhuo.
Though Huang possessed vast experience and cultivation, he had not been able to discern the true nature of that stone at the time. He had only sensed a distant, ancient aura—perhaps an ancient treasure passed down through the ages? Thus, during the fight, he had remained constantly vigilant, fearing he might fall victim to Mei Qing’s trickery.
Therefore, as soon as he saw Mei Qing’s posture, Huang immediately slowed his dust whisk slightly, pulled his body back, and wove the silver threads into a dense net that covered his entire body. But when he looked at Mei Qing again, he was so angry his nose nearly twisted.
It turned out Mei Qing hadn’t thrown any stone at all. Instead, his figure flickered, and he shouted, “Evade!” activating a teleportation technique, vanishing in an instant.
However, this place was within the Heavenly Net Formation, not like the outside world. Thus, after teleporting only a dozen meters away, Mei Qing’s form reappeared. Though the distance was short, Mei Qing remained undeterred. His goal had only been to break free from the entanglement. Now that they had separated, as long as he used his spirit crane and teleportation artifacts, he could engage Huang in a mobile battle without direct confrontation.
At that moment, Mei Qing suddenly felt a chill in his heart, his spiritual sense sharply alerting him. Without hesitation, he quickly activated his movement technique, shifting several feet aside. A series of piercing, sinister killing intents followed closely behind, slicing toward him like shadows.
Though he didn’t turn around, Mei Qing’s spiritual sense clearly detected them. Three monstrous figures, each nearly eight feet tall, clad in red robes, approached in a triangular formation. Each wielded a pitch-black long blade, spinning toward him like a storm chopping firewood.
Mei Qing had just dodged the first attacker when he found himself directly within the range of the other two. With no way to evade, Mei Qing gritted his teeth and roared, “Strike!”
Suddenly, two golden hands appeared in midair, shimmering with scales, instantly seizing the blades of the two monsters.
With a twist of his palms, Mei Qing caused the giant hands to wrench the blades into twisted coils. Then, clapping his hands together, he sent the hands slicing sideways toward the three monsters.
But the three monsters did not retreat—they charged forward instead, letting out eerie howls. The center monster swung dual blades, while the two on the sides attacked barehanded, fearlessly hurling themselves at the giant hands.
Mei Qing shifted his footing, his body circulating the sun and moon energies, purple aura surging to his crown, as he chanted a spell aloud, “Vajra Breaker, subdue demons and grievances, Om!”
Suddenly, a giant vajra appeared in the hands of the giant palms, connected by a bone rod. At each end was a human skull. Both skulls opened their pitch-black mouths, revealing gleaming white teeth, letting out a piercing roar as they struck the monsters’ blades and arms at the waist.
A series of “plop-plop” sounds rang out. The vajra strike shattered the monsters’ blades and arms, then, riding the golden wind, smashed into their waists, instantly reducing the three to broken pieces like rotten wood.
Yet the three monsters, like lifeless zombies, remained ferocious even in pieces. Their severed heads and limbs continued to bite and claw at the vajra, producing continuous screeching sounds.
Seeing this, Mei Qing was startled. Then suddenly, he felt as if struck by a heavy blow, his head spinning, his limbs locked in place.
Then, in an instant, he saw countless giant silver threads, like serpents, wrapping around him from all directions—above, below, left, and right.
“Bad!” The thought of Huang Guxu’s strange dust whisk flashed through Mei Qing’s mind. He realized he had finally fallen into his opponent’s trap.
Gu Xuzao’s face, already flushed with a reddish hue, began to gather a purplish aura as the whisk in his hand moved without any wind, its silk threads dancing wildly as if alive. His eyes were fixed intently on Mei Qing as he declared loudly, “I have attained the Dao since the Xuande era, and now it has been over a century. Compared to you, if we were to engage in combat, it would indeed be a case of the elder bullying the younger. However, today’s matter is not about personal honor but the glory of our sect. Although I disdain striking from behind, once my magic is unleashed, there will be no holding back. Mei Qing, you must be careful.”
Mei Qing, however, showed no gratitude and retorted, “It’s you who wants to fight, and it’s you who pretends to be ashamed of bullying the younger. Do you think saying these words absolves you of guilt and justifies your actions? You’ve been in the Dao for over a hundred and eighty years, yet your pretentiousness only grows with age. You say you’re reminding me to be careful, but if I weren’t already on guard, would you really not attack?”
Mei Qing’s sharp tongue caught Huang Guxu off guard. Yet, this seasoned Taoist master was rather interesting; not only did he not show any anger, but he also wore an apologetic expression as he said, “Indeed, I have been overly sentimental. Today, we are enemies, not friends, and we shall determine the victor by our skills.”
Mei Qing sneered, “Why say so much? Let’s see your palm!”
With that, he extended his hand, and the Five Elements Beads shot out again, forming a chain of black lightning that struck towards Huang Guxu.
Although Mei Qing had made his move, deep down, he was secretly lamenting.
Earlier, Mei Qing’s seemingly unreasonable words were actually a test. Huang Guxu, with his tall stature, loud voice, and resplendent attire, holding a whisk, appeared to be a flamboyant and straightforward person. Yet, upon speaking, he was unexpectedly humble and polite, which greatly contradicted his appearance.
For someone like Huang Guxu, an old fox who had long mastered the Dao and led a sect, the bridges he had crossed far exceeded the paths Mei Qing had walked. Mei Qing would never believe that such a person had no ulterior motives.
Therefore, seeing that Huang Guxu’s behavior did not match his appearance, Mei Qing ignored his words and instead adopted a rude and shameless demeanor.
Unexpectedly, this Master Huang was truly cultivated to the core. Despite Mei Qing’s rudeness, Huang Guxu showed no anger and repeatedly yielded in tone, yet his words remained composed.
In the battles of cultivators, victory is not solely determined by the level of cultivation or the sophistication of the Dao techniques. The environment, words, and momentum all have a significant impact on both parties.
For example, earlier, Zhuo Wanchun was provoked by Mei Qing’s words into making the first move, inevitably becoming somewhat impatient. Once the stalemate ensued, Zhuo Wanchun was both shocked by Mei Qing’s unexpectedly high cultivation level and embarrassed by losing face in front of the crowd. Thus, in his haste and anger, he failed to maintain a steady Dao heart, attacked without restraint, and was caught off guard by Mei Qing’s unexpected move, leading to his utter defeat.
But now, Huang Guxu was calm and composed, exuding confidence, which instead put Mei Qing at a disadvantage. Mei Qing knew that continuing like this would only worsen his situation, so he had no choice but to act against his own wishes and make the first move.
Seeing Mei Qing’s move, Huang Guxu’s expression turned serious. He retreated before advancing, his Taoist robe glowing brighter, and the silver threads of his whisk expanded, each about a foot long, suddenly filling the space in front of him like silver snakes appearing and disappearing unpredictably.
As Mei Qing’s Five Elements Thunder clashed with Huang Guxu’s whisk, he felt the threads of the whisk like an enormous silk net, unraveling and gradually dissipating his true essence, causing him to frown deeply.
Mei Qing had always won in chaotic battles, but this time, encountering a steady and methodical Huang Guxu, who clearly intended to bully the younger with his superior cultivation, focusing on defense rather than offense, and wearing Mei Qing down until he was exhausted, this strategy, though almost shameless, left Mei Qing with no good way to counter it.
But those silver threads were like entangled vines; once they made contact, it was extremely difficult to break free.
The Gezao Sect’s practice is inherited from the Lingbao tradition, primarily worshipping the Lingbao Heavenly Lord, with the “Lingbao Duren Jing” as their supreme scripture. Their sect treasures, known as the “One Seal and One Book,” have always drawn attention in the cultivation world. Huang Guxu, as the sect’s spiritual official, came here carrying the Lingbao Imperial Book, determined to achieve victory.
However, after seeing Mei Qing break Zhuo Wanchun’s Immortal Jade Seal and noticing Tao Zhongwen’s indifference to Zhuo Wanchun’s defeat, Huang Guxu couldn’t help but feel a sense of “the rabbit mourns the fox,” and thus he became more conservative in his actions.
Therefore, his attack was not aggressive but rather entangled with Mei Qing, preventing him from escaping, while ignoring the several openings Mei Qing revealed.
Mei Qing secretly lamented; although Huang Guxu’s pressure was not intense, he still had some strength left. But this kind of battle was a test of cultivation depth and experience. As a novice, Mei Qing was no match for such an old fox.
But since he had come this far, the only way to break free was if Huang Guxu made a mistake. Yet, seeing Huang Guxu’s steady approach, there was no mistake to exploit.
Mei Qing had never been so frustrated in a battle before. Huang Guxu was like a piece of sticky candy, impossible to shake off or strike, grinding away without hurry or panic. Even when Mei Qing deliberately revealed several openings, Huang Guxu did not take the bait, sticking to his strategy of entanglement.
If Mei Qing’s Shenxiao Five Elements Thunder Technique was unfamiliar to others, they might suffer a loss. But Huang Guxu, being an old hand, had seen the Plum Blossom Sect’s techniques before and had some understanding of this thunder technique. After witnessing Zhang Yuchong and Tao Zhongwen’s battle, he unleashed his whisk’s silver threads, rotating the Five Elements repeatedly, only engaging in a true essence consumption battle, avoiding direct clashes, leaving Mei Qing with strength but no way to use it, helpless.
After fighting for a while, Mei Qing grew impatient, knowing that this could not go on forever. He gritted his teeth and suddenly, like a crane soaring into the sky, he separated his palms, forming a peculiar hand gesture.
Huang Guxu remembered this hand gesture vividly. Earlier, when Mei Qing faced Zhuo Wanchun, he made this gesture and then threw out a stone, shattering the Immortal Jade Seal and nearly killing Zhuo Wanchun.
Despite Huang Guxu’s vast experience and formidable cultivation, he couldn’t clearly see what that stone was in the heat of the moment. He only sensed an ancient and distant aura from it, wondering if it was a treasure from ancient times. Thus, during the battle, he remained vigilant, fearing that he might fall into Mei Qing’s trap.
Seeing Mei Qing’s posture, Huang Guxu immediately slowed his whisk, pulled back his body, and the silver threads of the whisk densely connected, forming a giant net that enveloped his entire body. When he looked back at Mei Qing, he was furious.
Mei Qing hadn’t thrown any stone; instead, his figure blurred, and he shouted, “Escape!” He performed an escape technique, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
However, since they were in the Heavenly Net Formation, unlike the outside world, Mei Qing’s figure reappeared just a dozen feet away. Although he had only created a small distance, Mei Qing remained undeterred. His goal was to change the previous entanglement. Now that they were separated, as long as he relied on his crane mount and his teleportation artifacts, he could engage in a guerrilla battle, avoiding direct contact.
At that moment, Mei Qing suddenly felt a pang of unease, his spiritual sense jolted, and without hesitation, he quickly moved several feet away. He heard the sound of wind breaking, and several sinister killing intents followed closely, slashing towards the back of his ears!
Without turning his head, Mei Qing’s spiritual sense clearly detected three eight-foot-tall, red-robed, grotesque figures approaching in a triangular formation, each wielding a pitch-black long sword, swirling towards him like a chaotic wind chopping wood.
Mei Qing had just moved away from the lead figure but fell into the range of the other two’s blades. Seeing no way to avoid them, Mei Qing gritted his teeth and shouted, “Hit!” Suddenly, two large hands appeared in mid-air, golden and scaly, grabbing the long swords of the two figures.
Mei Qing twisted his palms, and the two large hands twisted the several long swords into a spiral, then clapped together, horizontally slashing towards the three figures.
The three figures did not retreat but advanced, letting out a strange cry. The middle figure swung his two swords, while the two on the sides charged forward bare-handed, as if willing to die, crashing into the giant palms.
Mei Qing separated his feet, the sun and moon within his body rotated, and purple energy surged to the top of his head. He chanted, “Break the Vajra, subdue the demons, Om!”
A giant Vajra pestle suddenly appeared in the hands of the giant palms, connected by a bone rod, with a human skull at each end. The two skulls simultaneously opened their pitch-black mouths, revealing white teeth, and let out a piercing roar, striking the extended blades and palms of the three figures.
The sound of “thud, thud” echoed as the Vajra pestle shattered the long swords and arms of the three figures, then carried the golden wind to strike their waists, instantly breaking them like rotten wood.
Yet, the three figures, like lifeless zombies, remained ferocious even as their bodies fell apart, their severed heads and hands still biting and clawing at the pestle, the sound of “squeak, squeak” continuously heard.
Seeing this, Mei Qing was startled, then suddenly felt his body as if struck by a heavy blow, his head dizzy, and his limbs immobilized. Then he saw huge silver threads, like giant pythons, winding around him from all directions.
“Not good!” Mei Qing thought of Huang Guxu’s strange whisk, realizing he had finally fallen into his trap.
He could only try to sink his spiritual sense into his body and then lost consciousness.
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