Chapter 152

Purple lightning descended, covering Tartaglia.

Under the flashing lightning, Tartaglia didn't care about making any probes.

The strength he could exert instantly reached its limit, and even, at this moment of life-and-death crisis, Tartaglia had another breakthrough.

But Tartaglia couldn't care about being happy at this time.

The sense of life-and-death crisis that Keqing brought him was too powerful.

To be honest, the last time he had this feeling was when Tartaglia fell into the abyss and saw those huge eyes.

A long-lost sense of fear rose uncontrollably from Tartaglia’s heart, resisting his body’s instincts.

This feeling that made him want to give up...

He hated it the most.

Once he had this feeling, he fearfully put down his weapon.

No one would say he was cowardly; after all, not many people knew about that incident, and even if they did, facing such a strong enemy, it was expected.

But for Tartaglia, this was a humiliation.

Such humiliation, he didn't want to have a second time in his life.

Keqing looked at Tartaglia quietly; she didn't expect that under the dual pressure of her sword intent and divine sense, Tartaglia could still pick up his weapon.

It made Keqing put away a trace of a cultivator’s arrogance.

Cultivators were very powerful, but the world was full of wonders.

A madman like Tartaglia who abandoned life and death just for the sake of battle was worth a glance.

But...

That was just it.

A sword shadow condensed behind Keqing, without a trace of elemental energy.

Tartaglia’s pupils shrank, a bit shocked.

In Teyvat, even the power of the Seven Archons had to be elemental energy.

Why was the power this Sword Immortal used...

Pure, without a trace of elemental feeling; that was a more advanced power.

Elemental energy seemed not worth mentioning in it.

Moreover, there was a sense of urgency that made him feel like he was facing the suppression of heaven and earth.

Bizarre!

Too bizarre!

Tartaglia didn't dare to be careless and was about to fly up to strike first.

But the next moment, Tartaglia couldn't help but curse in his heart.

All the power he mobilized turned into a star-sea giant whale that surrounded himself.

Only to see Keqing above his head, the sword shadow that had only appeared behind her,

split into two with extreme speed, and then quickly increased crazily like an exponential explosion.

In the blink of an eye, the sky behind Keqing was covered by dense, transparent sword shadows.

And each one gave Tartaglia an extremely terrifying sense of life-and-death crisis.

Tartaglia was a bit indignant.

Clearly, it was agreed to be just one sword...

This was almost ten thousand swords, right?

Do immortals also engage in this kind of unprincipled operation?

It was just that all kinds of complaints hadn't had time to brew for long, when Keqing pointed lightly at Tartaglia.

The dense, transparent sword shadows behind her tore through the air in an instant and pierced toward Tartaglia.

With so many sword shadows across the sky, wherever they passed, it seemed to instantly turn into a vacuum world, and the storm rolled the clouds in the sky to both sides suddenly.

Looking from afar, a huge sword mark appeared in the sky.

The sword shadows hadn't arrived yet, but the terrifying sword pressure made Tartaglia’s bones creak.

A moment later, when the first sword shadow pierced the protection of the star-sea giant whale lightly,

the overwhelming sword shadows completely swallowed Tartaglia.

At the same time, Tartaglia realized.

All his defensive measures had failed, or rather, facing this kind of strange power attack,

all elemental defenses were like snow meeting lava, melting instantly.

The pain coming from all over his body told Tartaglia that he was now riddled with holes.

It might look like a hornet’s nest.

Gradually, he couldn't even feel the pain anymore.

Until the last sword pierced his chest, Tartaglia collapsed to the ground.

That towering mountain peak was also shaved off its top by Keqing’s ten thousand swords.

Looking at the dying Tartaglia below, Keqing shook her head helplessly.

"The Sword-Flying Technique is still not home; it can barely mobilize the energy of heaven and earth to turn into sword shadows. If it were the Sect Master, I’m afraid all the swords and sabers within a thousand miles would be summoned."

"Even turning into a real heaven-piercing divine sword."

Regarding Tartaglia’s miserable state, Keqing just took a look and withdrew her gaze.

The other party provoked first, and she just used a light, casual sword.

She had already left a way for Tartaglia to live; it was just that he didn't withstand it himself.

Besides, isn't there still a breath left now?

Even if the Fatui said anything, Keqing didn't care.

Moreover, if Keqing really wanted to kill Tartaglia, she wouldn't have used the Sword-Flying Technique.

But the Heavenly Gang Sword, combined with the Green Frost Sword, a light touch, and if Tartaglia wasn't split in two, it would be Keqing’s lack of skill.

Tartaglia was not weak, but in the end, the power on his body didn't belong to himself.

It was just relying on the original Vision, having the strength of a mid-level Archon attendant, paired with the Delusion and Foul Legacy abilities.

It should be between a high-level Archon attendant and a top-level Archon attendant.

In Teyvat, it was already considered very powerful.

But in the end, it was still that problem; if Tartaglia didn't rely on the Delusion and that power that didn't belong to him, reaching the level of a high-level Archon attendant,

this sword, although uncomfortable, could barely be received; at least it wouldn't be near death.

But this kind of suddenly improved strength was ultimately too floating.

In the eyes of cultivators who pursued a solid foundation, this kind of power was simply a mess.

Keqing glanced at Tartaglia, whose breath was becoming weaker and weaker, and turned into a stream of light to continue flying on her sword toward Jueyun Karst.

For Keqing, this battle didn't count as a battle, just a rest during the journey.

Her real battle was still in tomorrow’s Nine Nether Secret Realm.

It was just that Keqing, who flew away, didn't notice that Tartaglia, whose vitality was basically approaching zero,

suddenly had a power different from elemental energy in his body, which didn't even completely belong to Teyvat.

The riddled body was slowly recovering, and the breath didn't continue to weaken, but slowly recovered instead.

Barely opening his eyes, Tartaglia looked at Keqing, who had already flown out of the backlight area.

But in his haste, he only saw a back.

The most significant feature was a head of long purple hair, tied into the shape of cat ears.

Purple cat-eared immortal?

Never heard of Liyue having such an immortal!

Could it be that this was the person who caused the huge commotion that day?

It didn't seem right...

Although the other party’s strength was very terrifying, it didn't seem like someone who could cause that kind of commotion.

But Tartaglia had no time to think about these things now; he tried to lift his hand to try, but now, except for being able to control his eyes to turn, he couldn't do anything else.

Having just been slashed by the Ten Thousand Swords, their entire body was covered in sword marks; this was actually an improvement.

Otherwise, there would have been gaping holes everywhere just a moment ago.

They wanted to try lifting a hand, but currently, aside from controlling the movement of their eyes, they could do nothing else.