Chapter 249: Battle with True Person Changqing

The spear tip tore through the vast sky, thick lightning plasma crackling and popping.

Like the wrath of the firmament, its momentum was immense, making ordinary people dare not look directly at it.

Shen Yi watched in silence, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Under the blessing of the Golden Eagle Divine Art, the speed of the entire spear slowed by several times, yet even so, it still made his pupils contract slightly.

This was the Slain Hunyuan martial art he had longed for.

Such a scene had long surpassed all the techniques he had seen before.

Whether it was the True Intent of the Two Instruments or anything else, they were merely simple applications of aura, condensing it to take form.

But this scene before him, the opponent was truly using a mortal body to summon heavenly thunder.

Where did the thunder come from? Was it formed by aura?

The green robe fluttered, and on the body below, crimson dragon and tiger patterns slowly surged forth.

Shen Yi shattered the lightning arcs on his body with thick demonic qi; just as the spear approached within three inches of him, he unleashed the Carefree Wind-Riding Art with full force.

The perfected method of displacement covered a hundred zhang in a single breath.

Yet before that spear, there was no way to dodge.

Shen Yi barely managed to move his vital points aside; his pitch-black hair flew up, and a fierce intent flashed in his eyes.

He simply and decisively abandoned the thought of continuing to dodge.

The three demon kings within his body roared in unison, pouring all their immense power into his right arm.

"What a brute?!"

Under the gaze of True Person Changqing, Shen Yi remained expressionless and smashed a thunderous fist toward the lightning spear.

Ssshh!

The lightning plasma, capable of instantly turning flesh and bone into charcoal, splashed upon his knuckles; red light blazed on his skin—that was the Dao Infant resisting with all its might—but besides the Dao Infant, the skin and flesh itself were so formidable it was hard to comprehend.

The spear shaft, over a zhang long, melted inch by inch beneath his fist.

Until it completely dissolved into lightning arcs and scattered.

Shen Yi's fist momentum had exhausted; his breathing grew slightly rapid as he raised his eyes to look forward.

The flesh of his right palm was blackened and charred, revealing a phantom Dao Infant hand wrapped in faint Kong Que red light, slowly repairing the damage.

"..."

True Person Changqing failed to seize this fleeting opportunity; instead, he stared at the youth as if looking at a monster.

For a beginner realm Slain Hunyuan practitioner, being instantly erased by such a killing move would not be strange.

Only with some profound technique could one barely withstand it.

But such a crude fist was truly beyond his understanding.

"Hah."

Shen Yi quickly adjusted his state; his gaze held a hint of strangeness... in this life-and-death struggle, the aura and realm of this so-called True Person far exceeded his expectations, yet every move the opponent made made him feel he could not understand it.

It was even worse than his own martial arts, a man who had just embarked on cultivation less than a year ago.

Not turning back, but standing still in a daze.

Soon, strength surged back into his limbs, and Shen Yi's figure instantly vanished from the spot.

Seeing this, True Person Changqing retreated two steps in slight panic; a lightning blade appeared on each palm, yet he did not move himself, instead standing still and looking wildly in all directions.

Swish—

Shen Yi descended from the air behind him; the sword Qianyuan in his hand slashed down from his spine, the blade passing through and splitting the skin!

With a skillful technique like slaughtering a pig, he directly peeled out his Dao Infant.

If it had been an ordinary martial artist, he would have been cut in two by now.

"Ahh!!"

True Person Changqing let out a piercing scream; his solid Dao Infant leaped out of the flesh bag, surging with lightning plasma that made Shen Yi's face flash between pale and dark.

The dual blades in his hands lost their rhythm, slashing down in madness.

Fear mixed with rage.

The lightning plasma surged violently outward, turning the nearby mountain ranges into scorched earth.

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow and withdrew.

At this moment, True Person Changqing in his eyes was no longer a martial arts expert, but merely a wounded, enraged beast that only knew how to vent emotions instinctively.

Indeed, after several consecutive slashes had no effect whatsoever.

True Person Changqing, filled with shock and rage, spared no expense in consuming his reserves; his entire figure transformed into a fierce lightning dragon and crashed toward that green-robed figure!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Mountains fractured, and thousands of giant trees collapsed with a boom.

Every move he made was a different Slain Hunyuan martial art.

This was enough to show the profound foundation of the Xuan Guang Cave.

Regardless of whether it had any effect, he exerted his full strength.

Shen Yi focused on evading his sharp edges, his five fingers gripping the sword hilt, his expression growing more indifferent as he quietly waited for the moment the opponent exhausted his strength.

The same move, used too many times, would allow others to seize its flaw.

At the instant True Person Changqing transformed into a lightning dragon and crashed for the tenth time, Shen Yi finally stopped merely dodging; he darted to the right exactly three zhang, watching the lightning plasma scatter.

At the very moment True Person Changqing's figure reappeared.

Shen Yi was already hovering behind him; boundless demonic qi erupted from the long sword in his hand, and then he stabbed fiercely into the petal at the opponent's heart!

True Person Changqing instinctively slapped downward at his waist.

Only after slapping empty air did he look down in horror at the flesh body cut in two on the ground.

At the same time, the long knife shimmering with thick mist and red light, empowered by the three demonic kings, plunged violently into the thunder paste and slashed straight onto the white flower.

Crack!

Though the white flower was incredibly hard, it still shattered beneath the blade's edge.

True Person Changqing unconsciously widened his eyes, mouth open but unable to utter a sound.

In the eyes formed from condensed thunder paste, human emotions appeared.

Terror!

He instinctively transformed again into a thunder dragon and shot toward the sky, utterly unaware that his bright white body was growing dim.

Shen Yi watched the direction he fled, slowly sheathing Qianyuan.

The next instant, the terrifying Lei Guang was smashed apart by a golden palm; the Lei Guang Dao Infant rapidly shrank, casually gripped in the palm of the seven-foot Golden Body, as if clutching a chick.

The Arhat Golden Body landed before Shen Yi.

Also falling with it were the scattered remains of the dragon corpse—claws were claws, skin was skin, flesh and blood torn into neat, uniform chunks.

True Person Changqing struggled desperately.

But beneath that golden palm, no matter how much Lei Guang surged from his body, it had no effect whatsoever.

"Let me go! What kind of skill is it to ask a senior to intervene?!"

He pounded fiercely on the Golden Body's fingers, screaming wildly at Shen Yi.

The Golden Body glanced at him coldly, squeezed slightly—and Changqing's Dao Infant nearly shattered.

My master has already shattered your heart, yet you still dare to talk tough.

Lady Qinghua respectfully offered the Dao Infant: "Please, my master, dispose of it."

Hearing the gentle voice at his ear.

True Person Changqing's struggling suddenly froze; he stared in utter terror at the young man ahead.

My master?

This isn't my senior—this is my guardian servant?

To have a Transformation of Spirit Realm individual serve as slave and retainer—what terrifying background is this?!

Could he be from beyond the Xian Sect?!

"Changqing is willing to serve my master! Spare my life! Humble servant Changqing vows to guard my master!"

The tiny Dao Infant frantically slammed its forehead against the Golden Body's palm.

When he looked again at Shen Yi, he met a pair of eerie vertical pupils.

A wolf's howl exploded at his ear.

True Person Changqing felt his soul drift wildly, as if forcibly torn apart by invisible hands; soon, he lost consciousness.

(End of Chapter)