Chapter 522

In terms of martial arts and techniques, they are roughly equal; the main difference lies in true intent, a full twenty percent, which is far too great a gap.

Therefore, a single punch from the opponent is enough to make it somewhat difficult for him to endure.

"Judging by your appearance, you must be the young master of the Nine-Colored Glazed Pavilion of the Southern Region."

"Tsk tsk, merely a prodigy of the current generation, yet you dare come to the Ancient Lands to fight for opportunities."

"You truly are like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers."

The demonic cultivator sneered coldly.

At the same time, his physical body kept growing larger, and in the blink of an eye, he was already ten meters tall!

Thick corpse qi surged.

It seemed even the void could be corroded!

The Shiyinmo Sect worships the Corpse Demon God and is an unconventional Liantiliu Sect.

"I did not intend to confront you righteous ones so soon, but now that we have met, let us settle this as well."

The demonic cultivator twisted his neck, and a ferocious expression appeared in his pale eyes.

"Arrogant!"

Yu Hongxue's beautiful face grew slightly cold.

How could she endure being looked down upon so?

If only this person had not cultivated longer and possessed a deeper foundation, at the same age, she could have easily crushed him!

But there are simply not that many "ifs" in the world.

"Hmph, whether I am arrogant or not, you will know soon enough!"

The demonic cultivator vanished from his spot in an instant.

Corpse qi flooded the sky.

He smashed a fist down directly at Yu Hongxue!

"Corpse Yin Demon God Art? Demonic Cloud Swallows the Sun!"

Yu Hongxue flashed her figure again.

While dodging, she was also searching for an opportunity to win.

In the eyes of the world, demonic arts are relatively low-end, chosen only by those with inferior talents.

But that is not the case.

Top-tier demonic arts are not weaker than the techniques of the Great Sects.

Otherwise, how could the ten branches of the demonic gates have stood firm until now?

"Damn it."

Yu Hongxue's expression turned slightly ugly.

Because she truly could not find an opening; this person's foundation was too deep, with almost no obvious flaws.

And his combat experience was also extremely rich.

If this continued.

There would absolutely be no possibility for her to turn the tables.

In the end, she would only perish!

"Lie down!"

In that split second of distraction, the demonic cultivator seized the opportunity instantly.

His figure flashed.

He had already arrived within a square inch of space.

His right hand, wreathed in corpse qi like frost, froze the void and smashed directly at Yu Hongxue's head.

If this strike landed.

Yu Hongxue would surely be annihilated in both body and spirit!

In this critical moment, Yu Hongxue hurriedly activated her technique, crossing her hands to block before her eyes.

The light of the Nine-Colored Glazed Pavilion shone to its utmost brilliance!

Boom!

The terrifying force directly blasted Yu Hongxue flying.

Blood sprayed across the void.

Her figure kept flying backward, with absolutely no strength left to stop.

At this moment, Yu Hongxue's appearance was somewhat wretched; her arms hung limp, her face was even paler, and her entire body was covered in corpse qi.

Obviously in a seriously injured state.

"Take your head to claim the reward."

The demonic cultivator smiled cruelly.

He then intended to follow up and deliver a finishing blow.

But the moment he raised his foot, he put it back down.

Because he saw someone coming.

And had caught Yu Hongxue.

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"Why were you beaten so badly?"

A voice with a slight smile sounded, causing Yu Hongxue to regain some clarity.

She opened her eyes with some difficulty.

What met her eyes was a face both delicate and handsome.

It was none other than... Meng Zhangqing!

Yu Hongxue instinctively tried to struggle, but her injuries were simply too severe — the slightest movement brought waves of boundless agony crashing over her.

She could only give up.

She lay quietly in Meng Zhangqing's embrace.

His strong, powerful arm was wrapped around her slender waist.

The thick masculine scent also rushed into her nostrils in an instant.

Sensing all of this, a faint flush rose on Yu Hongxue's originally pale face.

Until now, when had she ever been this close to a man.

"Be careful — this one... is very powerful."

Yu Hongxue forced out the words with great difficulty.

"Thanks for the warning, but for this sort of trash, I doubt there's any need to be careful."

Meng Zhangqing smiled faintly, then took out a healing elixir and roughly stuffed it into Yu Hongxue's mouth.

In an instant.

His fingertip met her soft red lips — the sensation was startling.

"This sort of trash..."

Hearing those four words, Yu Hongxue was both annoyed and helpless.

She couldn't even defeat this sort of trash herself.

Wouldn't that make her even more inferior.

29 — A year had passed, and this fellow was still as thoroughly irritating as ever.

But right now, she truly had no strength left to argue back.

She slowly closed her eyes.

She quickly digested the elixir, treating her injuries.

She slightly raised her gaze.

Meng Zhangqing looked toward the demonic cultivator not far away.

That rolling corpse qi was quite a rare sight.

"Shiyinmo Sect?"

Meng Zhangqing raised a brow.

This Mo Sect was rarely encountered — he had only seen them once before, in the Punishment Peak dungeon of the Zong Sect.