Chapter 2053: Exchange of Answers

He knew exactly what Qingyang wanted to do—self-destruct his Primordial Spirit!

A desperate, despairing immortal would resort to this ultimate move, hoping to take the enemy down with him.

After the Wood King Cauldron shattered, Qingyang knew the tide had turned, he was powerless to reverse fate, and had no other choice.

In Liu Qingdao's view, Qingyang's level was only one step away from becoming an immortal, and with two hundred years of cultivation as foundation, the power of his Primordial Spirit self-detonation would surely not be lacking!

No matter what He Lingchuan did behind him, he immediately released his protective gangqi and magical artifacts, two rotating energy shields in front, while simultaneously joining his left index and middle fingers, sending forth a blue-red sword gang straight at Qingyang.

The best way to withstand a Primordial Spirit self-detonation is not mere passive defense or evasion, but a forceful offensive to suppress the attack coming from this direction—

Of course, the prerequisite is having enough time.

But Liu Qingdao soon realized he was wasting his effort.

Because the light on Qingyang's body flashed only twice before vanishing, the expected brutal self-detonation did not occur.

She herself was also stunned, not understanding what was happening.

At that moment, the blue-red sword gang pierced through her chest, hurling her directly into the tree trunk behind.

With a thud, leaves scattered everywhere, like a shower of green rain.

The sword gang is formless sword qi; after striking the enemy, it dissipates.

Qingyang slid down along the tree trunk and sat slowly.

But she was still alive, though her breath was ragged and her face deathly pale.

"Qingyang's guardian, you have lost." He Lingchuan stepped forward slowly, until the distance between them was six feet.

Qingyang glanced at him and vomited several mouthfuls of fresh blood.

What happened? Why did the Primordial Spirit self-detonation fail? A ridiculous thought flashed through Qingyang's mind:

Did she misremember the incantation?

Hah, impossible.

Standing and sitting, he looked down upon this former national preceptor of Beijia, casually pulling off his cloak from behind and tossing it into the sky.

After the giant tree grew, the blood demon retransformed the cloak back onto him; now thrown out again, it had no choice but to become a mass of blood mist, enveloping these few people around.

It formed a blood mist barrier, preventing Qingyang from escaping.

Although Qingyang appeared near death, who knew what last tricks this old woman might still have? He Lingchuan still had to treat her with the utmost caution.

Liu Qingdao stood aside to cover him, in case the Beijia troop came to snatch the person.

"Palace Master!" Yuan Xun and the others indeed rushed to the base of the tree, anxious beyond measure, yet they were hindered by the need to avoid harming the innocent.

Qingyang pressed one hand against the tree trunk behind him, glanced at him, and said only three words:

"Go! Hurry and go."

She had no power to turn the tide, but someone should report the beginning and end of this battle to the Emperor.

Yuan Xun looked up at her, said "As you command," then jumped up, leading the Qingwei in hurried departure, soon disappearing into the vast sea of trees.

And half an incense stick later, a large force came rushing from afar.

Luo Xie led the Dragon God Army to arrive!

This forest fire, in the dark night, was clearly visible. Moreover, the giant tree stood a hundred zhang tall, towering over the forest like a crane among chickens, impossible to ignore.

At this moment, Shutu also emerged from among the branches and leaves, trotting over to Liu Qingdao's side, opening his mouth to say:

"I drove away the Owlyang True Person."

The Wood King Cauldron was shattered, Qingyang was captured, and the Dragon God Army also arrived.

Moreover, there's no need to mention that the great immortal Liu Qingdao of the Huan Sect was also present on the scene.

By contrast, on the Beijia side, the two major divine incarnations were both assassinated, Pan Qing's great serpent was decapitated, and the two servant boys of the Owlyang True Person also died on the spot.

The tide had turned.

Seeing that killing He Xiaoyao was hopeless, he also took advantage of the chaos to slip away unnoticed.

Shutu might possibly defeat him, but it would be hard to stop an immortal from fleeing, especially since Owlyang excelled in agility.

Liu Qingdao then said to Dong Rui: "Your wind bag, can it suck up the forest fire?"

Firefighting must be timely, otherwise this forest fire will keep spreading, and later even the wind bag will be powerless.

Dong Rui listened, fumbled in his pocket, muttered a few words, then untied the bag's mouth and threw it into the air.

This object floated up on its own, five zhang above the ground, then roared, sucking clean the flames within a radius of over a hundred zhang!

The scorched land, with thin blue smoke rising faintly.

Qingyang had two blood gashes on his forehead, wounded earlier by the halberd wind; now blood trickled down drop by drop, adding three points of grimness to his appearance.

Shutu snorted twice: "The old woman really has some skill, alas, you still lost!"

Thus far in the battle, it too was still shaken.

Such high-frequency, fast-paced combat—truly it has been a long time. Especially since the enemy's experts focused their attention actually on He Lingchuan, it didn't even know how this fellow managed to hold on.

If He Lingchuan had shown even the slightest weakness, they would have met another fate, and Qingyang would have succeeded.

It was covered in wounds, ought to have hurried down from the tree, but it couldn't miss the dialogue between He Lingchuan and Qingyang.

Liu Qingdao watched it shake its head, pulled out wound medicine, and began treating its injuries. This careless junior disciple of mine.

"Victory makes king, defeat makes bandit, heh." Qingyang's indifferent voice carried a hint of mockery, then he asked He Lingchuan: "Where did you get that seed which resembles both the Possession Wood and the Questioning Dao Tree?"

He Lingchuan gave a faint smile: "Now, who is asking whom?"

Who becomes king, who becomes bandit?

Now Qingyang had to look up at him: "What do you want to ask me?"

"Still that old problem." He Lingchuan lowered his head, speaking softly: "On the day Panlong City fell, how exactly did the Red General die?"

Qingyang showed two parts surprise, then laughed helplessly.

Five years ago, He Xiaoyao caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace; she and the Hundred Wars Heaven went in pursuit. He Xiaoyao used the Golden Cicada Shell strategy, deliberately luring her onto the island, and before vanishing, he emphasized asking this very question.

After nearly two thousand days of twists and turns, he still kept the answer in mind.

She suddenly coughed a few times, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth: "Mutual questions, exchange answers. How about it?"

He Lingchuan was very magnanimous, because torturing her would instead fail to get the answer.

"Fine, you answer first."

Qingyang took a shallow breath and then held it; her lungs were like a leaking bellows, every breath causing uncontrollable pain.

"In fact, you have already counted as avenging the Red General; the one who dealt her the final blow was Miao Zhantian!" Qingyang spoke slowly, "That day not only did the Immortal Beijia take part, but four Heavenly Gods also descended by borrowing immortal bodies. In the end, it was the Hundred Battles Heaven, Miao Zhantian assisting the Jialou Heaven, invoking the Boundless Heavenly Thunder Extermination Array, that defeated the Red General. Myriad thunderbolts descended from the heavens; the scene was grand and spectacular, no one could look directly at it."

Although He Xiao's face was expressionless, she could just feel the other party's anger soaring.

What relationship did he have with the Red General?

"However—" Qingyang looked at He Lingchuan and said, "This result was controversial not only in Beijia, but even among the Heavenly Gods."

He Lingchuan subconsciously held his breath: "What controversy?"

"The Heavenly Thunder Extermination Array concluded..." Qingyang couldn't catch her breath in one go, choked on a mouthful of blood, "concluded, only the Red General's helmet and armor were left in the array, and both were already charred black."