Chapter 631

Self-destruction.

Self-injury.

Suicide.

From beginning to end, Mei Mei Qinghe’s heart had been filled with such tendencies. Seeking revenge alone down the mountain, disfiguring herself with a sword before exploring the imperial mausoleum at night, killing a Heaven-Man with Sword Twenty-Three during the Yingzhou Rebellion... everything she had done proved this point.

And the Profound Observation divine ability reflected the holder’s true heart.

[Hilt-Bone].

This divine ability was extremely special, so special that even Mei Mei Qinghe did not know its function, and Li Miao had given an extremely rare, strict order forbidding anyone from telling her the function of [Hilt-Bone]... so until today, Mei Mei Qinghe had never used it.

Until she was shorn of an arm.

When she finally began to approach death, this divine ability activated on its own.

And Mei Mei Qinghe instantly understood the function of [Hilt-Bone].

She was very frank, just as the foreign swordsman was frank with her.

"Use bone as the hilt, use death as the blade"—this was [Hilt-Bone].

The spine was the blade, the skull was the hilt, and the arm bone was the guard.

Flesh and blood were the scabbard.

She had to shed the scabbard to fully unleash the divine ability of [Hilt-Bone].

Which meant she had to die first.

And then, she could draw her sword.

Not near-death, but true death.

This was a divine ability so extreme that no one had ever cultivated it, so extreme that only a dead person could use it. Shedding limbs, draining blood—only when the flesh-and-blood scabbard attached to the "sword hilt" withered and fell away could this sword be drawn.

This sword did not destroy cities, pluck stars, grasp the moon, or split mountains.

It only killed people.

The four words "Please judge it" fell.

The foreign swordsman’s hand paused, feeling Mei Mei Qinghe withdraw the strength she had been using to stalemate him. His sword then broke through the flesh with extreme smoothness, severing Mei Mei Qinghe’s throat. However, because he had not reacted in time, he failed to sever Mei Mei Qinghe’s spine, only burying his blade deep into her neck.

The two stared at each other.

The foreign swordsman was astonished to find that Mei Mei Qinghe was not bleeding.

Her face was as pale as paper, with dark blue veins protruding, her eyes were murky, her pupils unfocused, and there was not the slightest rise and fall in her chest—she was simply... no, she had truly become a corpse.

A moving corpse.

Clang.

Mei Mei Qinghe released her remaining right hand, and her sword fell to the ground.

This pale right hand fell to the lower right.

The foreign swordsman frowned. Although he did not sense the slightest danger from Mei Mei Qinghe, he still exerted his strength, intending to sever Mei Mei Qinghe’s head.

But before he could make a move.

Mei Mei Qinghe’s right hand disappeared.

The foreign swordsman’s pupils shrank, a warning sign blaring in his heart. He scanned back and forth, finally finding Mei Mei Qinghe’s palm raised diagonally upward at the edge of his vision, to the right of his waist.

"!!!"

A warning sign blared in his heart!

[Instant] was still running, but he hadn't seen it clearly!

He hadn't seen Mei Mei Qinghe’s movement clearly; he didn't know what Mei Mei Qinghe had done just now!

Despite having a higher realm and being in the [Instant] state, he had completely failed to capture Mei Mei Qinghe’s movement!

Recalling Mei Mei Qinghe’s words, "Use bone as the hilt, use death as the blade," he finally began to understand.

"A life-risking technique!"

"That's it, she could perform such an action; that so-called [Hilt-Bone] is likely some kind of life-risking technique. Those self-mutilating acts of hers must be the conditions to activate this divine ability!"

As his thoughts raced, he pulled his sword from Mei Mei Qinghe’s neck and retreated rapidly!

At the same time, a cold sneer appeared on his face.

"Heh! Do you think I couldn't guess that!"