Chapter 260: One day in the White Dragon Sect, a lifetime in the White Dragon Sect

Dragon Slayer slashed toward Baihe Martial Saint's head, and Dragon Slayer now also bore a ferocious bloody edge.

This time Baihe Martial Saint reacted. Before, he always regarded Shen Qing as a Half-Saint, but now he finally put them on equal footing. A white mist spread, water vapor surged—this was his River Domain.

He raised his hand and waved, a water shield appeared blocking in front of him.

But it was useless.

This seemingly terrifying water shield couldn't block Dragon Slayer at all; it was almost instantly sliced apart like tofu.

Baihe Martial Saint's expression changed, he turned his head to dodge the blade, but his shoulder wasn't so comfortable; this strike heavily hit his left shoulder.

Sizzle!

The sound of flesh tearing rang out; this slash directly cut open half of Baihe Martial Saint's chest.

Ah!!

A painful scream rang out; Baihe Martial Saint endured the pain and struck toward Shen Qing with a palm, but Shen Qing was faster, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying.

Shen Qing hovered in midair, coldly watching Baihe Martial Saint fly backward, already having figured out his strength.

This Baihe Martial Saint is basically the lowest among Martial Saint Realm cultivators, inferior even to Zhu Hao, who had just broken through to the Martial Saint Realm.

The reason is simple: his River Domain is too weak.

Since that's the case, Shen Qing also couldn't be bothered to waste more words; the purpose of testing his own strength had been achieved, so let's finish this quickly.

Shen Qing raised his hand and clenched.

The Karmic Silk Threads instantly detonated Baihe Martial Saint's Karmic Bonds; as early as the first elbow strike on him, Shen Qing had already left Karmic Silk Threads on his body.

Baihe Martial Saint, who had just risen, felt a huge pressure surge, almost causing him to kneel on one knee.

However, this Baihe Martial Saint had long since broken through; the Martial Saint Realm grants a lifespan of up to a thousand years, while he is only five hundred years old, just past halfway, so he can still withstand the Five Heavenly Declines.

He looked at Shen Qing, eyes full of disbelief: "Shen Qing? What kind of power is this?"

Shen Qing simply couldn't be bothered to answer his question.

Just then, a flash of cold light passed; a treasure blade swung toward Baihe Martial Saint's head. He raised his hand and caught the blade, also seeing the attacker—his grandson, whose eyes were now blood-red. He also noticed that the Sun family members around had already descended into chaos.

This is the ability of the Slaughter Domain; moreover, Shen Qing's Slaughter Domain is bolstered by the Blood Dragon Slaughter Totem, making its mental power even stronger—those Sun family members could no longer withstand it.

Baihe Martial Saint gritted his teeth; his River Domain surged, water vapor enveloping the Sun family members, the clash of domain powers allowing them to regain clarity.

But at this moment, his grandson looked in terror toward his back.

"Ancestor, be careful!"

Shen Qing had silently arrived behind Baihe Martial Saint; under the cover of the bloody mist, those around could not see his face clearly, only seeing the terrifying patterns on his Slaughter Armor flickering faintly.

Shen Qing's icy voice rang out: "What a Baihe Martial Saint, to dare split your focus while fighting me to the death?"

Accompanying the voice was a fierce sound of wind being torn.

Bang!

Shen Qing's right whip kick fiercely struck Baihe Martial Saint's temple.

Baihe Martial Saint was kicked sideways, flying out like a windmill, tumbling continuously in the air until he barely stopped after crashing into four or five walls.

Baihe Martial Saint felt an indescribable bitterness.

His physical body wasn't his forte; he wanted to find a chance to unleash his ultimate technique, but Shen Qing was too fast, his body too strong, and that sword technique was strange—he couldn't create distance, let alone the Slaughter Domain affecting his mind and the Five Heavenly Declines suppressing his body.

This feeling was truly desperate, as if he had been afflicted with a comprehensive negative status.

No! Can't keep fighting like this! If we continue, he'll really die!

He pushed aside the debris on him, stood up, and looked at Shen Qing rushing at extreme speed: "Shen Qing! Wait! Let's talk!"

Shen Qing snorted: "What do we have to talk about? If you really want to talk, kneel first!"

Just then, a thud sounded; Baihe Martial Saint actually knelt on the ground, and Shen Qing's blade stopped at the right side of his neck, the edge already faintly cutting into the flesh.

Baihe Martial Saint looked at the Dragon Slayer blade, feeling a chill down his spine, and looked at Shen Qing: "Shen Qing, I knelt as you said; let's talk."

Shen Qing also froze for a moment; after so long, this was the first time he'd met someone like this.

This Baihe Martial Saint continued: "Shen Qing, I just spouted arrogance; I apologize—I'm merely a frog in a well."

"Spare my life; after all, I am a Martial Saint, I have many uses."

Shen Qing did not withdraw Dragon Slayer: "Use? What use do you have? Can you tell me where the White Dragon Saint of your White Dragon Sect is?"

Baihe Martial Saint slightly shook his head, not daring to move too much, for Dragon Slayer was still at his neck.

"I don't know; he never tells us his movements, and no one in the White Dragon Sect knows his whereabouts."

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes: "Then what use are you to me?"

Baihe Martial Saint exclaimed: "I'm willing to defect! From now on I'll obey your commands—I'll be your person!"

Shen Qing shook his head: "Forget it, I can't be bothered to take in a White Dragon Sect member, especially since you're our spy—and besides, you're too weak."

Shen Qing wasn't belittling him; with Wu Nian at this level, having broken through to Half-Saint, he could wrist-wrestle him alone and even have the upper hand.

Baihe Martial Saint only felt a strike coming; the words 'too weak' kept echoing in his ears, but there was no time to hesitate—he looked at Shen Qing.

"Shen Qing! Does having once joined the White Dragon Sect mean one doesn't deserve to live?"

A flash of cold light passed, and Baihe Martial Saint's head flew high.

"One day in the White Dragon Sect, a lifetime in the White Dragon Sect!"

Shen Qing sheathed his blade, and Baihe Martial Saint's head hit the ground.

At the same time, Dragon Slayer began madly devouring the White Dragon Qi on Baihe Martial Saint's body.

This is also one reason Shen Qing couldn't let him go: Dragon Slayer had already absorbed enough Golden Dragon Qi, lacking only a bit more White Dragon Qi; Shen Qing estimated that killing him would suffice—how could he possibly spare him?

Not long after, Dragon Slayer had finished absorbing the qi; the hilt trembled slightly, and the Demon Blade Spirit sent a thought.

"Master, I can't take it anymore!"