Chapter 267: Sensing Despair
Lin Qinghan's twin palms struck behind Tiancan Daoren, and she was driven to retreat repeatedly by the recoil force.
She could not attend to her own discomfort, turned her head toward Jiang Feng, and warned in a low voice.
"Jiang Feng, no matter what, you must escape!"
"Now you are nowhere near his match! Only if you stay alive can you avenge all of us! Go quickly!"
These words struck Jiang Feng's heart like a heavy hammer.
He could not stand watching Lin Qinghan sacrifice herself for him!
Just as Jiang Feng was about to speak again, Lin Qinghan had already rushed to Tiancan Daoren's front.
She swiftly formed seals with both hands, her internal true qi roared wildly, and a bone‑piercing cold qi burst from her, instantly chilling the surrounding air.
"Heavenly Cold Technique!"
Lin Qinghan let out a delicate shout, thrusting both palms outward, sending two concentrated strands of cold qi toward Tiancan Daoren.
Where the cold qi passed, even the blood qi in the air froze.
Tiancan Daoren felt the oncoming chill, his figure paused slightly, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face.
"Truly worthy of the Qingxiao Sect Saintess, you have brought the Heavenly Cold Technique to the Great Attainment Realm!"
He raised his hand and waved, a Blood Light shielded before him; the cold qi strands struck the Blood Light and instantly turned into a sky‑filled ice mist.
Tiancan Daoren emerged unscathed, instead flashing a wild grin.
"This method is indeed formidable; if your cultivation matched Old brother's, I might truly fall by your hand!"
"What a pity..."
The tone of Tiancan Daoren shifted, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.
"You are ultimately only a Seventh‑rank Grand Master; this level of power is insufficient before Old brother!"
"Stop the empty talk!"
Lin Qinghan let out another delicate shout, and kept pressing forward.
She knew her cultivation was far behind Tiancan Daoren's, yet she had to buy Jiang Feng time, even if only a moment!
Lin Qinghan's figure flickered, darting through the blood qi like a butterfly.
The Heavenly Cold Technique ran at full power, countless strands of cold energy continuously shot toward Tiancan Daoren.
The bone‑piercing cold energy kept eroding Tiancan Daoren's true energy, slightly slowing his movements.
The grin on Tiancan Daoren's face gradually faded, a flicker of impatience flashing in his eyes.
"Refuse a toast, you drink a penalty! Since you wish to die, Old brother will grant it!"
He no longer dodged; his internal blood qi surged violently, forcefully breaking through the cold qi's restraint.
Tiancan Daoren stepped forward fiercely, his right hand forming a palm, bearing intense Blood Light, and struck Lin Qinghan hard.
"Bang!"
Lin Qinghan had no time to dodge; the palm landed solidly on her chest.
She let out a muffled hum, a spray of fresh blood spurted out, and her body flew backward like a kite with its line cut, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Jiang Feng watched with eyes bulging.
"Qinghan!"
Tiancan Daoren walked slowly to her, looking down from above, a lewd smile on his face.
"The saintess is so charming; why must you fight to the death with Old brother?"
He crouched, extending his hand to caress Lin Qinghan's cheek.
"If the saintess does not abandon, and is willing to submit to this old man, I can spare your life! Hahaha, spread the word— the Qingxiao Sect Saintess becoming my Daoist companion would make a fine tale!"
"You are dreaming!"
Lin Qinghan's eyes were full of disgust.
"I, a Qingxiao Sect Disciple, would rather die than submit! You evil cultivator, cease your delusional fantasies!"
"Oh? Quite fierce, aren't you?"
The smile on Tiancan Daoren's face vanished instantly.
"Old brother gives you a chance because I hold you in regard! Don't give me a face and then take it away!"
Lin Qinghan stared at him intently.
"Whether you kill or maim, I leave it to your discretion! Want me to submit? Absolutely impossible!"
The words just fell, and Lin Qinghan suddenly thrust her head up, spitting a mouthful of Refined Blood.
Her internal true energy surged instantly, clearly burning her own true energy, desperate to clash with Tiancan Daoren!
"Burning true qi? How foolish!"
Tiancan Daoren snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt.
"Even if you burn true qi, you still aren't my match; you'll only die faster!"
"If I can use you as a shield, I will die without regret!"
Lin Qinghan roared, struggled to rise, using her last ounce of strength, and charged at Tiancan Daoren.
At this moment, the cold qi around her grew denser, even her hair was tinged with a layer of white frost.
Tiancan Daoren, seeing her so obstinately unyielding, became thoroughly enraged.
"Since you wish to die, Old brother will grant it!"
He no longer held back; his right hand rose, a dense Blood Light coalesced in his palm, bearing world‑shattering power, and struck at Lin Qinghan's crown.
Lin Qinghan's eyes flashed with resolve, without any dodge.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud sounded as Tiancan Daoren's palm landed solidly on Lin Qinghan's crown.
Lin Qinghan's body suddenly stiffened, the light in her eyes instantly dimmed, and the cold aura and Qi on her body vanished in an instant.
Her body fell limply, her Meridians completely severed, her breath gone, and she died completely before Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng saw the scene, his Pupils contracted sharply, and his Brain went blank.
"Qinghan!"
The Heavenly Ruin Daoist's face broke into a greedy Laughter.
He extended his hand, pressed it onto Lin Qinghan's corpse, and a powerful suction burst forth.
The remaining Qi and Refined Blood within Lin Qinghan surged into the Heavenly Ruin Daoist like a tide, turning into Pure energy that nourished his cultivation.
The Heavenly Ruin Daoist's breath surged again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Hahaha! Truly worthy of being the Holy Maiden of the Qingxiao Sect!"
The Heavenly Ruin Daoist let out a wild laugh.
"Not only is she beautiful, her Qi is also exceedingly Pure! I, the old man, seem to have already seen the threshold of the Heavenly Human Realm!"
After absorbing Lin Qinghan's power, the Heavenly Ruin Daoist's strength surged again, now infinitely close to the true Heavenly Human Realm.
The Heavenly Ruin Daoist slowly turned, his gaze falling on Jiang Feng.
"Jiang Feng, now you are the only one left!"
He stepped toward Jiang Feng step by step, each step causing the ground to quake violently, and the blood-colored patterns in the Formation Technique lit up with dazzling red light.
"As long as I refine you, absorbing the Qi and Refined Blood within you, even without the Wu Zun Inheritance, I can, relying on all of your cultivation, step into the Heavenly Human Realm!"
Jiang Feng clenched his teeth, struggled to prop his body up, his eyes filled with blood vessels, and the Qi inside him roared wildly, driven by anger.
The Heavenly Ruin Daoist stepped before him, looking down from above.
"Jiang Feng, meet your death!"
As soon as the words fell, the Heavenly Ruin Daoist formed seals with both hands, muttering incantations.
Throughout the plaza, blood qi surged wildly, converging toward him.
In an instant, blood-colored mist spread across heaven and earth, the dense blood qi obscured the sky, plunging the entire plaza into darkness.
The powerful blood qi continuously coalesced, eventually forming a massive Blood Hand Palm above Jiang Feng's head.
The Blood Hand Palm spanned over ten zhang in size, completely enveloping Jiang Feng.
"Hahaha! Feel Despair!"
The Heavenly Ruin Daoist sneered, slamming his both hands down forcefully.
"Jiang Feng, today you are certain to die! Your cultivation will become the stepping stone for my ascent into the Heavenly Human Realm!"
Just as the Blood Hand Palm was about to strike Jiang Feng, intending to crush him completely...
Suddenly a blinding Golden Light seeped out from the cracks of the Blood Hand Palm.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound rang out; the seemingly indestructible Blood Hand Palm, under the impact of the Golden Light, instantly filled with cracks.
"This... what is happening?"
The Heavenly Ruin Daoist immediately widened his eyes!
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