Chapter 219: Dare to Die!

'Hum!'

A formless, intangible mental attack force stabbed like a red-hot iron needle into Yu Chenghe's conscious mind.

'Ahh—'

Yu Chenghe let out a shriek, feeling as if a heavy hammer had smashed his skull; his vision went black, his ears rang incessantly, his condensed true qi instantly scattered, his elegant crane-like posture collapsed, and he plummeted straight down like a bird with broken wings.

It was Chen Mu, after regaining his breath, unleashing the 'Shock the Soul Piercer' again!

'Thud~!'

Yu Chenghe crashed heavily onto the rocky shoal beside the stream, splashing water everywhere, blood oozing from nose and mouth; he struggled to scramble up, his eyes filled with terror and shock.

Whoosh~

Chen Mu's figure flickered, giving Yu Chenghe no chance to catch his breath.

In the instant Yu Chenghe fell, his shadow had already darted out from the forest like a ghost.

The Frostcold Blade drew its sheath; its icy, chilling blade was instantly sheathed in razor-sharp Metal-element true qi; the fierce slash of the 'Reverse Fate Blade' surged like a tidal wave, engulfing Yu Chenghe entirely as he barely rose to his feet!

Hsssh~

Blade light flashed like a silken ribbon, chilling the soul.

Yu Chenghe gritted his teeth against the searing pain of his shattered soul and his bodily wounds, clumsily swinging his dust whisk to block.

Countless strands of dust filaments, infused with his primordial peak true qi, were extraordinarily resilient, sparking dense showers of fire and clashing metallic rings against the Frostcold Blade.

But Yu Chenghe's spirit was in chaos; though he parried and retreated, his blood and qi churned violently, his breath disordered, and with his soul wounded, his reactions and strength were drastically diminished.

Chen Mu's blade strikes grew faster with each swing, fiercer with each cut, like a storm of rain and wind, forcing him into constant retreat, stumbling steps, blood spewing continuously from his mouth, staining his snowy white beard and front robe red.

This wasn't over!

As Yu Chenghe struggled to fend off the violent physical blade light, Chen Mu's eyes turned icy; the 'Reverse Fate Blade' manifested as a spiritual blade, slashing out one after another.

Shhh~

Shhh!

Shhh!

One after another, formless, intangible spiritual blades struck Yu Chenghe's already crumbling consciousness in rapid succession.

'Ugh~'

'No—!'

Yu Chenghe let out a pained wail, his blocking motions completely distorted, leaving gaping openings.

He felt his brain being repeatedly sliced and churned by countless tiny blades; his consciousness was rapidly dissolving.

Finally, under the dual crushing pressure of another wave of spiritual assault and physical blade light, Yu Chenghe's defense shattered completely.

A flash of blade light!

Like cold lightning splitting the darkness!

Yu Chenghe's struggling motion froze abruptly; his eyes widened, filled with resentment, fear, and utter terror at the invisible attack.

A thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

The next instant, his head separated from his body; his snow-white head rolled to the ground, his headless corpse swayed, then crashed heavily into the cold stream, blood rapidly staining a patch of the water red.

【Corpse detected. Collect?】

'You're asking for death!!'

A furious, enraged shout suddenly rang out.

'…Got it!'

As Chen Mu collected the card, he sensed a lethal threat hurtling toward him from his right rear at blinding speed.

Danger!

It was Peng Qianjiao!

In 'Wu Dafu's' memories, this leader of the 'Crimson Dragon Society' was a Earth Altar Realm cultivator.

His exact stage was unknown.

Merely from the threat of this sudden assault, he was at least Earth Altar Realm, Divine Bridge Peak.

Chen Mu had traveled three locations; his energy was heavily depleted. Facing Peng Qianjiao's attack, he chose to retreat decisively.

Activate 'Goose Feather Robe!'

Whoosh~!

Under the night sky, Chen Mu pushed his speed to its absolute limit; the 'Goose Feather Robe' trailed faint luminous streaks behind him, and his entire body shot forward like an arrow tearing through the night, fleeing eastward at top speed.

Behind him, Peng Qianjiao raged uncontrollably, his killing intent nearly solidifying into substance.

'Where do you think you're going!'

Peng Qianjiao unleashed his full Earth Altar Realm, Divine Bridge Peak cultivation; his true qi surged violently as he employed an exquisitely refined lightness technique, clinging to Chen Mu like a parasite.

The distance between them slowly narrowed.

One chased, one fled—faster than lightning.

Mountains and rivers receded beneath their feet; open fields stretched behind them.

After an unknown length of time, the horizon suddenly opened up; salty sea breeze struck their faces, and the deafening roar of waves reached their ears.

They reached the sea!

Chen Mu abruptly halted, landing on a massive coastal boulder, turning to face the direction of pursuit.

Peng Qianjiao followed closely behind, crashing down with immense force that sent sand and earth flying in all directions.

He looked at Chen Mu, who had stopped, and wore a cruel, cat-toying-with-a-mouse smirk.

'What? Realizing you can't escape? Ready to surrender?'

Chen Mu did not respond to his nonsense; slowly raising the Frostcold Blade in his hand, his Duan Tianhe true qi circulated through the 'Five Elements Spirit Transformation Scripture,' his entire aura subtly resonating with the boundless sea behind him.

Dense water vapor rose from the sea surface, as if drawn by some invisible force, madly converging toward Chen Mu, and the humidity in the air skyrocketed.

Peng Qianjiao saw this and let out a snort of laughter, his tone brimming with contempt.

"A mere Innate Realm cultivator dares to toy with the power of water before this old man? Truly ignorant of life and death!"

Since Peng Qianjiao had taken control of the Scarlet Jiao Society, he had studied both water and fire in depth—how could he possibly fear a water-attribute blade technique from some junior Innate cultivator?

The words fell, and he struck out without warning!

His body moved like a phantom, closing in, and he struck out with a palm. Within his palm, crimson true Qi churned, transforming into a fanged and clawed fire jiao that surged toward Chen Mu's face with a heat wave capable of burning mountains and boiling seas!

Whoosh~

Whoosh~

Chen Mu's body drifted like willow catkins in the wind, his footwork shifting, narrowly dodging this ferocious strike by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, the vast water vapor drawn in by the Frost Chill Blade in his hand had already condensed into form.

A colossal azure blade, formed entirely of seawater and water vapor, materialized out of thin air. From the moment it appeared, it was a hundred meters long, spanning the space between Chen Mu and Peng Qianjiao!

Moreover, this water-blade was swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Two breaths—three hundred meters!

Five hundred meters!

The instant the giant blade reached five hundred meters, Chen Mu's gaze sharpened, and he swung his blade down in a slash!

"Boom—"

The five-hundred-meter water-blade, like Duan Tianhe reversed, came crashing down toward Peng Qianjiao with the overwhelming momentum to crush everything in its path.

Before the blade even arrived, its terrifying pressure had already forced the seawater below to cave downward, carving out a massive trench!

Peng Qianjiao's expression shifted slightly. He set aside some of his contempt and roared angrily.

"Showing off before an expert! Let me show you what true control over water really means!"

He thrust both palms forward violently. The blazing fire-attribute true Qi was not used merely for attack—instead, it skillfully vaporized a massive amount of seawater, and at the same time, with his powerful spiritual force and control, he forcibly dominated this water vapor, mixing it with his own true Qi, and in an instant condensed it into several ferocious jiao dragons, each no smaller than the water-blade, their bodies wreathed in flame and water.

The water-and-fire jiao dragons roared and hurled themselves headlong at the descending five-hundred-meter water-blade!