Chapter 53: Kill Me, I Still Gave You Green Horns

Yin Xiao saw this scene, his eyes instantly sharpened, not daring to take it lightly.

After all, the last time this guy was caught spying on Cui Yingying and the others bathing, he escaped using this technique.

He immediately halted his movement, his hands rapidly forming seals, muttering incantations as spiritual energy around him surged toward him.

Just as the silver dragon was about to strike him, a black shield suddenly appeared before Yin Xiao.

“Boom!”

The next instant, the silver dragon roared and slammed into the black shield, unleashing a deafening explosion.

The collision of the two forces sent a shockwave rippling outward, shattering nearby rocks and trees.

Yin Xiao staggered back two steps, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Then he looked at the crack on his hand and exploded in rage.

He had been wounded by a mere ant?

“Die!”

Yin Xiao roared, his body flashing forward, instantly appearing before Zhou Qing as he raised his palm and slammed it down.

The opponent moved too fast; Zhou Qing had no time to dodge and instinctively raised his elbow to block.

“Crack!” Zhou Qing felt searing pain in his arm and was flung away like a broken kite.

Under the night sky, the immense force carried him through several giant trees before he finally stopped.

The searing pain in his back made him cough up blood, his face turning deathly pale.

Ignoring the pain, he struggled to his feet.

He was still too weak—otherwise, the Silver Dragon Hand should have had far greater power, not merely inflicted a minor wound.

At this moment, Yin Xiao gave Zhou Qing no chance to recover; enraged beyond control, he flashed forward again toward Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing’s heart tightened as a green light erupted from beneath his feet, instantly forming a massive shield.

The shield pulsed with runes, radiating immense defensive power—it was the perfected-level Green Wood Spirit Shield.

Simultaneously, intense dizziness flooded his mind, his heart pounded wildly, his Foundation Establishment late-stage spiritual power nearly exhausted from repeated use of techniques.

Without hesitation, he pulled out a supreme-grade water spirit stone and began absorbing it urgently.

The next instant, Yin Xiao’s attack arrived, crashing violently against the Green Wood Spirit Shield.

The shield trembled violently, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Zhou Qing gritted his teeth, pouring every ounce of spiritual power into maintaining the shield’s defense.

Yet after only a moment, the Green Wood Spirit Shield shattered.

Zhou Qing was flung away again, spitting blood profusely.

“Looks like I’m truly doomed this time!”

Zhou Qing’s gaze grew hazy; he could feel his body had reached its limit.

Did he regret buying time for Lu Yaoyao and Shi Zhen to escape?

If he had abandoned them, he could have easily fled using the Silver Dragon Step.

In this moment, Zhou Qing asked himself—and was astonished to find he felt no regret.

“Aren’t you the hero type? Why are you lying here like a dead dog? Get up and keep pretending!” Yin Xiao sneered as he advanced.

Zhou Qing swayed, gripping a nearby rock as he painfully rose, staring at Yin Xiao with a strange smile curling on his lips.

“Even if you kill me, I still gave you green horns!” Zhou Qing spat out a mouthful of blood, mocking him.

Yin Xiao trembled with rage, stomping forward to kill Zhou Qing.

But the next instant, his face changed drastically—he instantly tried to turn and flee.

“Roar—”

A far larger, radiant dragon, radiating incomparable power, erupted from the ground with a deafening roar.

Caught off guard, Yin Xiao let out a shriek and was blasted away instantly.

When he landed, his lower body was covered in wounds, blood gushing out continuously.

After expending all his strength to use the Silver Dragon Hand a second time, Zhou Qing looked at Yin Xiao’s broken state and burst into laughter.

But he too grew dizzy, nearly fainting.

“I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!” Yin Xiao, staring at his blood-soaked body, descended into madness.

Just as he was about to charge forward, a sharp clang echoed from behind him.

He turned his head and saw a pale-faced girl hovering in midair, gripping a long sword tightly before slashing down.

“Shhh!” A delicate, ethereal sword qi surged into the air before rapidly expanding, brilliant and dazzling, as if tearing the very air apart.

Three zhang wide, the entire space was filled with boundless sword qi, razor-sharp and overwhelming.

Yin Xiao’s skin crawled with dread; he frantically raised his defenses.

But the sword qi was like a forbidden technique—too fast. Yin Xiao had no time to react, only felt searing pain in his right arm.

Then he helplessly watched his own arm severed cleanly at the shoulder, blood spurting like a fountain.

Yin Xiao let out a piercing scream, his fury and agony intertwining, driving him nearly insane.

After casting this technique, Lu Yaoyao used her last strength to look at Zhou Qing, smiled faintly, then tilted her head and fell from the sky.

“Die die die, all of you will die!”

Yin Xiao roared, charging recklessly toward Lu Yaoyao.

Zhou Qing’s face turned ashen; he tried to rise but his body was broken in multiple places, helplessly watching Yin Xiao lunge to cut Lu Yaoyao in half.

“No—”

Zhou Qing screamed.

But at this critical moment, several whistling sounds suddenly pierced the air.

“You dare harm my Taiqingmen disciples? You’re the one who’s asking for death!”

Two furious voices rang out, and a man and woman instantly appeared before Lu Yaoyao.

The woman swiftly caught Lu Yaoyao, while the man’s eyes brimmed with killing intent; he punched forward, blasting the charging Yin Xiao away.

“Shiiii!”

Dozens of true disciples arrived riding their swords, all radiating Jin Dan realm power, landing instantly before Zhou Qing to shield him.

Seeing them, Yin Xiao’s bloodshot eyes finally regained reason, filled with regret and terror.

He gritted his teeth and turned to flee.

“Senior Brother Du Kui, Senior Sister Luo Xue—”

Seeing the sudden figures, Zhou Qing finally let out the breath he’d been holding.

They were the direct disciples of Senior Uncle Gao Xian of Golden Sun Peak; especially Du Kui, who had long since reached the Nascent Soul realm.

Yes, the area they were searching was east of Little Spirit Peak—the fastest team to arrive.

“Are you alright?” Du Kui called out to Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing forced himself to sit up and shook his head.

“Go ahead—save everyone!” Zhou Qing said weakly.

Du Kui nodded: “Four of you stay behind to care for Brother Zhou and Sister Lu. The rest, follow me!”

Du Kui acted without hesitation, immediately giving orders and racing forward at top speed.

“Senior Brother, here’s a healing pill!”

One of the true disciples stepped forward, gently helping Zhou Qing sit up and handing him a white pill.

Zhou Qing thanked him, swallowed the pill, and immediately sat cross-legged to heal.

Seeing Zhou Qing in this state, the four Jin Dan realm disciples glanced at him with new respect.

The usual peeping pervert had fought with such ferocity against an enemy—he wasn’t a coward, and hadn’t shamed Taiqingmen.

“How’s Little Sister doing?” one asked.

The disciple checking her condition frowned heavily: “Her meridians are dried up, her internal organs severely damaged by backlash—but thankfully, her life isn’t in danger.”

Hearing this, everyone exhaled in relief.

After all, this girl was the Sect Master’s newly adopted disciple—rumored to be deeply cherished.

After one pill was fed to her, her condition improved slightly.

(End of Chapter)