Chapter 941: Hatred Blood Spike! Su Qingli Severely Injured!

Losing focus in battle is dangerous, especially for high-tier adepts.

Yet despite this, Kent and Nira still diverted their mental energy to observe Xu Jingming’s battlefield.

When Nawa was obliterated by Xu Jingming, both their faces changed instantly—they fled in opposite directions without a word!

“Xiao Lian, hold that man!”

Using Iron Vine Lotus to entangle the ninth-rank Martial Saint, Xu Jingming himself became a streak of black light, hurtling toward the ninth-rank Magic Saint.

“Jingming, be careful.”

Behind him, Su Qingli hurriedly warned, “He still has a trump card left...”

Before she could finish, Xu Jingming, wielding Thunder Dragon Wings, had already caught up to Kent—his speed exceeding three times the speed of sound.

Black thunder swirled as a spear brimming with immense power lashed out like a furious dragon!

Crackling—

Thunder exploded as SSS-grade Chaos Thunder collided with Kent, now in elemental form.

In an instant, the Chaos Thunder devoured every flame in the sky.

[Ding, defeated one ninth-rank mid-tier Blood Deity Envoy. Energy points +400,000.]

“Huh?”

Behind him, Su Qingli froze, surprised Xu Jingming had killed him so easily.

Xu Jingming hadn’t expected it either—he’d assumed Kent in elemental form would be harder to defeat.

Yet the system’s notification confirmed the man was truly dead.

“Chaos Thunder is an SSS-grade ability. This black man only had an A-grade elemental fire ability.”

“On the elemental hierarchy, your Chaos Thunder is vastly superior.”

“Once their elemental energies make contact, your lightning delivers a devastating blow to his fire element.”

“If he hadn’t elementalized, he might’ve stood a chance. But once he did, he had zero resistance.”

At this moment, Eva spoke up.

“I see.”

Xu Jingming nodded. “So Magic Saints are easier to kill than Martial Saints.”

Of course, the white man just now had an S-grade enhancement ability—if he’d only been A-grade, he’d have been obliterated just as fast.

“That leaves only one left.”

Xu Jingming turned and flew toward the last remaining A-grade ninth-rank mid-tier Martial Saint.

Trapped by the Iron Vine Lotus vines, she hadn’t gotten far.

“Want me to die? Then you won’t live either!”

Nira seemed to foresee her fate—her face, already grotesque from the Blood Deity Secret Art, twisted into an even more monstrous expression.

The crimson blood aura swirling around her body coalesced into a sharp spike, stabbing toward Su Qingli—the closest target—at ten times the speed of sound!

Boom!!

Though Su Qingli reacted instantly—shifting into elemental form and summoning a lightning barrier—

the crimson spike ignored the thunder barrier entirely, piercing straight through and embedding itself into the storm of lightning.

The original emerald lightning instantly turned blood-red. Su Qingli dropped out of elemental form, her body reappearing.

Her eyes were shut, her face contorted in pain, her slender frame limp as she fell helplessly toward the ground.

“Hahahaha! Success! Su Qingli will die with me!”

Nira’s breath had grown faint, yet her voice crackled with unprecedented triumph.

“Die!”

Xu Jingming erupted in fury.

Chaos Thunder surged wildly as the Thunder God’s Punishment Sword reformed and crashed down upon her!

[Ding, defeated one ninth-rank mid-tier Blood Deity Envoy. Energy points +400,000.]

The system notification rang—Nira was obliterated on the spot—but Xu Jingming felt no joy.

He became a streak of black light, rushing to catch Su Qingli as she fell, wrapping her in his arms.

Boom!!

Xu Jingming’s towering, muscular frame—over three meters tall—landed heavily on the ground.

In his arms, Su Qingli looked impossibly small.

Her eyes were closed, her delicate brows knotted in pain, her fair face flushed with an unnatural crimson hue.

Under Xu Jingming’s spiritual perception, Su Qingli’s aura was barely detectable.

She lacked even a fraction of the strength of a ninth-rank Magic Saint—she was weaker than even a first-rank adept.

“Eva, what’s my teacher’s condition?” Xu Jingming asked anxiously.

Adept combat techniques were vast and countless—he’d seen many.

Yet he couldn’t identify what technique that crimson spike had been.

“Wait a moment—I’ll scan her.”

Eva’s holographic projection emerged from her smart bracer.

With a wave of her small hand, pale blue virtual light streamed from her eyes, settling over Su Qingli.

After over ten seconds, Eva spoke with grave seriousness:

“That crimson spike was the SSS-grade technique ‘Hatred Blood Spike’ from the Destiny Cult.”

“It’s an extremely vicious last-resort move—killing a thousand, injuring oneself eight hundred.”

Once released, it drains all the user’s blood qi; if the user is a ninth-rank adept, it also consumes their indestructible matter.”

“The victim either dies instantly or suffers grave injury, their aura collapsing to its lowest point.”

“Right now, she’s not in immediate danger of death—but if not treated soon, she’ll die...”

Nira was a ninth-rank mid-tier Martial Saint—her Hatred Blood Spike could instantly kill a ninth-rank low-tier Magic Saint.

But Su Qingli possessed an S-grade ability and had an exceptionally solid foundation, which is why she survived.

In fact,

this was Nira’s optimal choice.

Plant life has strong vitality—the Hatred Blood Spike has no effect on it.

And Xu Jingming was too far away, so Nira ultimately targeted Su Qingli.

“Hatred Blood Spike?”

Xu Jingming’s gaze turned colder than ice as he growled low:

“Destiny Cult—I will eradicate you all, one day!”

“Let’s go—find another place to talk.”

He took the spatial rings from the three Destiny Cult members.

Holding Su Qingli, Xu Jingming became a streak of black light and swiftly fled the scene.

“Master, it’s Xiao Lian’s fault—I failed to protect your teacher.”

Somewhere on the ice plain, over a hundred meters underground.

A cavern of over a hundred square meters and more than five meters high had been carved out.

Su Qingli lay upon a soft bed woven from Iron Vine Lotus vines.

Xu Jingming stood beside the bed; the Iron Vine Lotus transmitted an apologetic mental pulse.

“It’s not your fault—her strike was too fast for you to block.”

Xu Jingming shook his head and asked Eva, “What are the ways to treat the Hatred Blood Spike?”

“Two methods.

First: use large quantities of heavenly treasures with healing properties.

Generally, an SSS-grade healing heavenly treasure can restore most of her strength.

But she won’t fully recover—only an SSR-grade heavenly treasure might completely cure her.”

Eva whispered, “The second method: the Destiny Cult possesses a ninth-rank pill called the Blood Healing Holy Pill.”

“This pill not only neutralizes the Hatred Blood Spike but also converts its energy into your own.”

“Since the user was a ninth-rank mid-tier Martial Saint, if you absorb the Hatred Blood Spike formed from indestructible matter,

Su Teacher’s physical body will gain significant enhancement.”

“But the Blood Healing Holy Pill is extremely rare—it’s usually only carried by key figures in the Destiny Cult...”