Chapter 119: Slaying the Peak Grand Master, Plundering a New Trait

A gust of wind blew past, the dust dissipated—it was Zhao Ziyang circulating his true qi to blow away the dust filling the sky.

His condition was very poor right now; his right shoulder was almost cut off by Shen Qing, and blood kept flowing down from the wound.

His complexion was also unusually red, unknown whether it was from blood rushing upward or he had become feverish.

"Who exactly are you! How can such a young heaven‑chosen genius still carry out a sneak attack!"

He truly never expected Shen Qing to strike while he was receiving Zhao Wanwu.

In his past travels through the Dawu Jianghu, when encountering similar situations, it was never like this.

Shouldn't they first talk, then exchange harsh words, finally toss Zhao Wanwu aside, and the two sides take stances to fight?

But Shen Qing just came out with an instant‑cast supreme technique—he couldn't accept it! He refused to accept it!

Shen Qing glanced at the defense‑broken Zhao Ziyang and let out a sneer.

"If you're not convinced, you can also sneak attack."

Listening to Zhao Ziyang speak made Shen Qing want to laugh.

In Jia Shui Jun, how many soldiers and civilians have died because of the Zhao family's disgraceful tactics?

Now Shen Qing deals with them using unconventional means, and they can't accept it?

Regarding this, Shen Qing only has one thing to say to them.

"Can't accept it? Not accepting it also counts as time!"

In the next instant, Ink Dragon Severing River was unleashed again, a black‑colored giant dragon surged forth once more, charging straight at Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth: "Instant‑cast supreme technique? It's not just you who can do it—I can too!"

"Black Tiger Severed Vein Fist!"

As soon as his words fell, Zhao Ziyang circulated his true qi, and a ferocious black tiger surged out swiftly—this is his hundred‑year‑old supreme art, long since mastered to the point of instant casting, its power naturally formidable.

In the next moment, the black tiger and ink dragon collided, true qi exploded continuously, violent air waves blasted the surroundings, frantically destroying every visible structure around.

The small mountain where Zhao Ziyang had been in seclusion kept collapsing, the lake water was stirred into huge waves, and the surrounding flora could not withstand it—almost in the blink of an eye, the air waves reduced everything to powder.

This is why Shen Qing waited for the civilians to evacuate before truly acting.

The destructive power is too great.

Toward the Zhao Manor gate, Cao Shen suddenly lifted his head to look deep inside the manor; a massive air wave surged from there, and his expression changed instantly.

"I ain't buying it! Supreme arts clashing?"

There was no time to hesitate; he abruptly raised his head, true qi rushing into his throat: "Pass the order! The entire army retreat five hundred meters immediately! Immediately!"

The Wuwu Army is famous for its strict discipline—although the Zhao Manor personnel hadn't been completely slaughtered yet, upon hearing Cao Shen's order the soldiers instantly sheathed their blades and began to retreat; in just a few breaths, the Wuwu Army surrounding the manor completed its withdrawal.

At that very moment, the residual shock from Shen Qing and Zhao Ziyang's supreme‑art clash also reached the gate.

Those Zhao Manor personnel had been wondering why the Wuwu Army was withdrawing, but now they finally understood.

They were directly flung into midair by the massive air wave, and before they could even land, in their terrified gaze another air wave surged forward again.

Meanwhile, deep inside the Zhao Manor, Shen Qing had already engaged Zhao Ziyang in a clash of supreme arts.

The ink dragon and black tiger kept colliding!

Zhao Ziyang's face was manic, his silver hair flying wildly across the sky.

"You are the strongest heaven‑chosen prodigy I have ever seen!"

"But you, an eighth‑level Master Sect cultivator, clashing supreme arts with me—can your true qi really hold up?"

Shen Qing's Crimson Sky sword flashed three consecutive slashes, red light flickering as three black‑colored giant dragons roared forth.

"You're very confident! But unfortunately, it will definitely be you who runs out of true qi!"

Zhao Ziyang's face turned a bit colder; in fact he also had some doubts—Shen Qing had already unleashed over ten supreme‑art blasts in a row, why does he still have true qi?

Although he didn't know what kind of supreme art Ink Dragon Severing River was, judging by its power it was certainly no trash technique, so it must consume a lot of true qi.

A thread of true qi circulated, and a purple flash flickered in Zhao Ziyang's eyes.

This is his unique ability, which he discovered after breaking through to the Innate Realm—his eyes can see through others' true qi circulation.

When cultivating, one inevitably makes mistakes, leaving flaws in the meridians; his eyes can detect those flaws, and thanks to this ability he has won countless battles.

He looked at Shen Qing, but soon froze.

"What is this?"

He saw that Shen Qing's meridians throughout his body were perfectly natural, the flow of his true qi as smooth as a spring breeze brushing over a flower field.

He could see not a single flaw.

The legendary flawless body is probably about like this.

Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth: "How is this possible? No matter how talented a person is, they'd still leave some flaw!"

His gaze continued to shift, moving toward Shen Qing's dantian.

"What the hell is this again!!!"

"Is this, as vast as the sea, the Qi Sea?!!!"

Before he could continue sizing it up, a gleam flashed in Shen Qing's eyes and his voice carried a hint of delight.

"Old geezer! Your eyes sure aren't ordinary!"

Having found a treasure, Shen Qing's fighting spirit rose even higher, his overbearing true qi surged violently throughout his body, and the speed of his blade increased by a third.

After seeing Shen Qing's Qi Sea, Zhao Ziyang's fighting spirit waned somewhat, and his responses became strained.

Shen Qing continued speaking.

"Your eyes are so extraordinary—you must have clearly seen Zhao Wanwu's death, right?"

"I forgot to tell you—he refused to say where you were, even until I ripped off his ear!"

The Art of War by Sun Tzu records: "The highest form of warfare is to attack the enemy's plans; to attack the mind is supreme."

When besieging a city, attacking the mind is the best strategy; the same holds when attacking a person.

Zhao Ziyang's thoughts began to become chaotic; he was already injured, and seeing Shen Qing's perfectly natural meridians and his vast, sea-like qi sea threw his mind into disarray—his ultimate technique's punch slowed for an instant, and he did not follow up.

But that instant was enough.

"Old thing! When the mind is unsettled, the hand slows too!"

Shen Qing let out a fierce shout, seized the opening, and the Dragon Elephant Roar echoed across half of Purple Smoke City; a single Hundred-Splitting Fist Bone blast straight slammed into Zhao Ziyang's face.

A miserable cry rang out; Zhao Ziyang suffered heavy injury, throwing his head back as blood spurted wildly—Shen Qing had held nothing back with that punch, and its tremendous force nearly shattered his facial bones.

Another fist shadow struck straight at Zhao Ziyang's chest, stopping his heart, blurring his vision, and cutting off his qi flow entirely.

In the next instant, Shen Qing gripped Crimson Sky, the veins in his right hand bulging; behind him, the Blood Dragon Phantom howled incessantly, whipping his robes into a rustle—as he swung his blade, surging black true qi condensed at the tip into a black dragon that sliced Zhao Ziyang across the waist.

After that slash, even the wind ceased its howling.

【Congratulations on slaying a Grand Master Realm martial artist; looted trait: Flaw Insight (Purple)】