Chapter 75

"Misty Miasma? No wonder you're a demonic martial artist—you've got everything."

Meng Zhangqing's gaze flickered slightly.

Any powerful martial artist has formidable hidden cards.

This Bei Qianke here is a classic example.

With this mist present, ordinary people dare not move freely, only waiting in place to avoid sinking deeper into the Misty Miasma.

But he is no ordinary martial artist.

The 【Spirit Eyes】 he received from his aunt are perfect for countering these illusions!

"Spirit Eyes—open!"

Meng Zhangqing closed his eyes, then reopened them; within them, light swirled, profoundly deep.

The original night became nearly daylight.

The thick Misty Miasma rapidly vanished.

Everything became utterly clear.

Spirit Eyes pierce illusion!

Huh!

A gale roared in his mind—clearly, an attack had arrived.

But Meng Zhangqing moved swiftly, his form flickering as he vanished from his spot.

When he reappeared, he was ten meters away.

"So fast!"

Bei Qianke found it hard to believe.

He had planned to use the Misty Miasma to ambush this man.

Who knew this man's body technique was also so terrifying?

"Wait—that pair of eyes."

Bei Qianke suddenly felt a chilling dread crawl up his spine, for he realized that even within the Misty Miasma, Meng Zhangqing's eyes had never left him.

Utterly clear.

As if unaffected at all!

"Run!"

Bei Qianke turned and fled.

At this moment, he had lost all desire to fight.

Because he realized this man was far more terrifying than he'd imagined!

What he'd shown so far was likely not even his full strength!

"Want to run? Then let's end it."

Meng Zhangqing felt disappointed.

He had originally wanted to fight a bit longer.

First, to confirm his own level of strength.

Second, with his insight improving, he now had many ideas in his mind.

He hoped to test them through this battle.

But since Bei Qianke had lost the will to fight, there was no need to continue.

Shuu!

His form vanished.

The perfected Sword Step was fully unleashed.

Combined with the glowing light along his sword.

Like thunder slicing through the Misty Miasma.

In two breaths, he caught up to Bei Qianke.

"Damn it!"

Sword qi pressed from behind; Bei Qianke's face grew even paler.

He knew Meng Zhangqing had caught up.

What kind of monster is this?

His sword art is flawless, and even his body speed is this terrifying.

He, the famed Ghost Finger Bei Qianke, had never been driven to such a state by a martial artist clearly weaker in realm.

"Then let's die together!"

Realizing escape was impossible, Bei Qianke stopped, turned, and prepared to fight one last time.

But what met his eyes—

Was dazzling, brilliant swordlight.

Like heavenly thunder from the cosmos.

Shattering all!

"Wind Thunder? Shatter the Heavens!"

Boom—boom—boom!

Ancient trees toppled in droves, leaving vast open spaces.

The cold moonlight finally fell without restraint upon this land.

"Meng..."

Bei Qianke still stood in place, but as he spoke that word, a torrent of blood sprayed from his neck.

Immediately, his head rolled to the ground.

His face was filled with unwillingness.

Exhaling lightly, Meng Zhangqing sheathed his sword.

He took out several elixirs and swallowed them.

Restoring the qi and blood he had expended.

After this battle, he had more or less grasped his true level.

Indeed, there were no opponents in the Apoerture Opening Realm.

After all, Ghost Finger Bei Qianke was a standout within the Apoerture Opening Realm, yet Meng Zhangqing slew him in a few moves without even using the "Exquisite Cold Moon Sword Scripture."

"So, can I now fight someone of the Sea Opening Realm?"