Chapter 36: Crossing

Seeing Pei Ye discerned Jing Ziwang's intention in an instant.

The chance for victory had appeared.

The youth's quick-wittedness and decisiveness were highlighted once again; at this moment, it was not about choice, but instinct.

"Lend me Spring-like Longevity!"

Seeing Pei Ye shouted, already arriving behind Jing Ziwang.

After forming the contract, he could use this ability at any time, no longer limited by the time of day, but it was still "borrowing," and the Black Dragon could forbid his use at any time.

The situation had been forced to this point; even if the Black Dragon was angry in its heart, it would not be petty enough to watch him die, and Spring-like Longevity arrived without any obstruction.

All things became clear; Seeing Pei Ye stretched out his right arm and pressed it onto Jing Ziwang's right shoulder.

The moment he touched it, a sense of intimacy and hunger emerged from his abdomen simultaneously.

Seeing Pei Ye's guess was not wrong; this substance infecting Jing Ziwang's arm was exactly the same as the secretion of the dragon tongue, and Seeing Pei Ye felt he could control it freely. If he had discovered this point earlier, he could have helped Jing Ziwang extract these substances at the time.

But at the same time, he also discovered that Jing Ziwang's vigilance and hostility toward him in the County Magistrate's office were correct, because facing this arm, he felt the desire to "devour."

Seeing Pei Ye did not perform any of the above actions.

He injected all the dark blue liquid accumulated in his dantian these days into Jing Ziwang's arm, leaving only a bare "dragon tongue" in his dantian.

Under this fierce injection, this arm became even more powerful and terrifying.

The true killing move appeared only now; a wild wind rose, and the surrounding Mystic Qi was sucked dry. It was still "Bixie Injures the World," but the momentum was more than doubled.

The Qiongqi was still mobilizing its flesh and blood to break free from the entanglement and cutting of the Red Gauze. If an ordinary person were entangled by this magic tool, it could almost be declared a death sentence; the chaotic thousand threads would cut deeper the more one struggled.

But now, facing this eerie ability to move bone and flesh at will, the effect of the Red Gauze was indeed greatly weakened, appearing quite slippery.

The Qiongqi was about to succeed.

Fortunately, Jing Ziwang was faster.

His dark blue right arm was already the thickness of a thigh, about twice the length of his left arm; thick Mystic Qi swirled upon it, and the raised sharp claws were like a strange and terrifying spear.

Jing Ziwang held the spear and thrust it forward; this spear would pierce in from its neck, the bone spurs would cut the tiger body into large chunks, and then the swirling Mystic Qi would erupt within, tearing this flesh and blood completely to shreds.

After this move, even if the Qiongqi did not die, it would have almost no ability to resist.

Just at this moment.

Seeing Pei Ye's eyes blurred, and the operation of the scene before him suddenly sped up.

He was startled, not knowing why he had broken away from the Spring-like Longevity state.

But looking closely again, the dust was still crawling slowly in the air, the Red Gauze was dancing slowly, and 【Spring-like Longevity】 clearly still existed.

Just now... something had sped up!

It was... this deformed tiger body before his eyes!

Even with Spring-like Longevity open, Pei Ye could barely see the movements of the man and the tiger, but at this moment, the tiger's movements were clearly several levels faster than Jing Ziwang's.

Amidst the flowing flesh and blood and the Red Gauze, a pair of vertical pupils flashed, and then embedded themselves there; the tiger head took shape again.

The moment he met those magnificent golden pupils, Seeing Pei Ye felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

It, too, had 【Spring-like Longevity】.

Under this ability to see through fire, the last part of the Red Gauze entangling its body was like a knot tied by a child, precisely and rapidly dismantled by the Qiongqi. When Jing Ziwang's claws reached over, the Qiongqi had already nimbly avoided them, pressing a claw onto his heart.

Collapse, squeeze, burst.

Just like the back of a knife hitting a clove of garlic.

Pale bone spurs pierced out from the chest, accompanied by a large splash of blood pumped out by the Master's powerful heart.

Even though the damage both sides could erupt with was equal, the Qiongqi's tough body was not something humans could easily compare with; under one claw, Jing Ziwang had already fallen to the ground with wide-open eyes.

The Master's powerful vitality was still playing a role; Jing Ziwang gasped for breath with a face full of blood, raised his hand, and the Mystic Qi obediently swirled over.

He still wanted to try hard to condense one more strike, but the Qiongqi stretched out its claws to press down on his shoulder, leaned down, and bit off his head.

Seeing Pei Ye stood on the spot watching this scene, his body cold as a corpse.

The victory in the previous desperate situation had indeed allowed him to find the "Crane Bone Bamboo Ambition" version of himself; he was full of confidence, his sword mind was bright, he would never bow, and he never feared difficulty.

Therefore, although this enemy was a hundred times stronger than the last, he still did not choose to leave.

Because abandoning others to escape was a practice he had already rejected on that rainy night.

But in the real world, no one can win all the time.

A crushing defeat might be just around the corner.

And this time, even if he learned all the remaining sword moves in one go, there would be no chance at all.

"There is a lack of trust between us."

The Black Dragon said suddenly.

Trust... yes.

From the beginning, he had harbored doubts about this Black Dragon that had inexplicably entered his dreams. When it came time to form the contract, he was still doubting its purpose.

Although two days of getting along had brought the relationship between the two a little closer, this time was clearly still too short.

Too short to smooth out the gap between the two, let alone the thorough trust and life-and-death reliance that an Immortal Hunt and its contractor should have.

Therefore, when the Black Dragon had clearly told him "Jing Ziwang will definitely die, you have no chance of winning," he still arrogantly chose to believe his own eyes, wanting to use his own crude vision and meager knowledge to analyze the battle situation and find opportunities.

However, facts proved that the opportunity had indeed never existed.

"There is no help for it; I don't blame you." The Black Dragon sighed lightly at the end, sinking into silence, seemingly prepared to calmly welcome failure.

Seeing Pei Ye's face was bloodless, and he did not say a word.

The Qiongqi before him completely ignored him, lowering its head to savor the Master's body.

Clearly having suffered such a heavy blow and spilled so much blood, there was no sign of the injuries left by the battle just now on its body at all.

The damage must have been there, but it was completely hidden.

Just like that monster that repaired bones and tendons first, this Qiongqi possessed a higher-level similar ability.

If a person had an arm cut off, perhaps it would not be fatal, but they would almost be unable to fight anymore. For humans, injuries simultaneously weaken vitality and combat power.

But this Qiongqi was not; injuries seemed only to consume its life; even if it were to die the next moment, it could still fight you in its peak posture at this moment.

Unfortunately, this discovery was of no use either.

Seeing Pei Ye was unwilling to stand by like a lamb to the slaughter watching Jing Ziwang being savored, so he gripped the sword hilt, drew his sword, and expressionlessly killed toward this huge demon beast.

The Qiongqi did not raise its head or stop its mouth, only casually swinging its sharp tail hook.

Seeing Pei Ye did not have time to react at all; his throat was already subconsciously suffocating from the sharp coldness.

But this coldness did not pierce in.

Seeing Pei Ye raised his head, and the Qiongqi also turned its huge, ghost-like head, staring at him with a pair of golden, shining pupils.

Confusion flashed in those eyes, and the Qiongqi shook its head irritably, as if disturbed by some will while committing murder.

In the end, this will must have gained the upper hand; it turned its head back, swallowed the last half of the body into its abdomen to digest slowly, its tail curled up Seeing Pei Ye, and it spread a pair of large wings.

At this time, the sun set and the moon rose, the wind rose, and a huge beast shadow crossed the night sky, its tail curling a human figure and flying into the dim, deep mountains. ===== CHAPTER 37 =====