Chapter 1263

Ximen Wudi scanned the circle, then stepped into the second floor. Every time he came here, it was empty.

"Grand Uncle-Master Mu Yun is quite diligent, actually not having organized the Scripture Library properly." Ximen Wudi sighed, "Such a large Scripture Library, besides some ancient secret scrolls, formation pattern illustrations, and martial arts insights, there are only a few storage bags left. How many years has it been since anyone came here."

"Senior Uncle, I'm back." Ximen Wudi muttered to himself. Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine. Subconsciously turning his head, he saw a ghostly cold light flash behind him.

He didn't even think, flashing to dodge, leaping onto the eaves, barely avoiding the attack. But that attack missed, and with a bang, it smashed the roof of the pavilion.

"What is it." Ximen Wudi turned abruptly, staring at the pitch-black void of the pavilion.

"Ambushing is not a skill." From the darkness, an ethereal and gloomy laughter came.

Along with the sound, a figure slowly emerged. Looking closely, one knew without saying that it was Qin Yu.

At this moment, Qin Yu had disheveled hair, was covered in blood, his face ferocious and vicious, his eyes bulging, filled with bloodshot veins, like a wild beast, radiating demonic evil, his whole body overflowing with killing intent. With one step, he shattered the void, pounced down from the sky. In his hand, he carried a pitch-black war spear, the tip of the spear scarlet and eye-catching, stained with cold light, carrying destructive power, piercing toward Ximen Wudi's chest.

Ximen Wudi frowned, ascending to the sky to escape. Qin Yu's momentum was too terrifying, even more terrifying than Mu Chen earlier. He couldn't even capture the trajectory. Such an existence, even if he opened his Reincarnation Eyes, would be hard to see clearly. If he fought hard, he would likely be defeated, and if things went wrong, he might even be killed in seconds.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Qin Yu chased after him, holding the war spear, constantly piercing Ximen Wudi's primordial spirit body. Blood splashed everywhere. Although Ximen Wudi dodged as much as he could, he couldn't escape his fate. Every time he took an attack, he would be injured. Crossing the void all the way, he even fell out of the void, almost falling into a void crack.

"Ant, where are you running." Qin Yu roared and howled, attacking again and again.

"Get lost." Ximen Wudi roared, slapping out with one palm, forcefully reversing the universe, pushing Qin Yu far away.

Qin Yu spat blood. After standing firm, he pounced again, cold light shooting from his eyes. He stepped on the void, like a ghost, arriving in an instant, stabbing with a spear, piercing Ximen Wudi's left arm, almost splitting him in half.

Ximen Wudi retreated step by step, holding his right arm dripping with blood, his heart terrified. Both were quasi-Saint King level cultivators, yet the gap was so large. He could kill a quasi-Saint King in one move, and that Qin Yu could definitely do it too, and with ease.

At this moment, he finally understood Mu Yun's previous words.

A quasi-Saint King was far from as simple as he imagined.

At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of Mu Yun's so-called training. This training was not referring to cultivation, nor was it referring to cultivation level, but a test of combat techniques. As long as one could survive for ten days without dying, one would be qualified to participate in the Hidden Dragon Grand Competition, but if one couldn't hold on, one could only be expelled from the Hengyue Sect.

"Ant, take another spear from your father." Qin Yu killed his way over, stabbing with a spear.

"Well come." Ximen Wudi snorted coldly, using his golden fist to hard-resist, booming Qin Yu to retreat step by step, his arm even exploding, his bright golden bones exposed to the world. His domineering physical body couldn't withstand a spear from a quasi-Saint King weapon.

Bang! Kacha!

Qin Yu's one spear had just fallen, and another spear arrived, stabbing his shoulder.

This spear strike was enough to annihilate half his arm, sending golden blood and bones flying. He also suffered a backlash, vomiting blood as he flew backward, crashing through a pavilion, rolling dozens of feet, and stabilizing himself in the ruins. He stepped back, his foot crushing the rock wall.

"Not bad! Still able to crawl up." Qin Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face playful and teasing.

Ximen Wudi gritted his teeth and persisted, enduring the severe pain to stand up, one step shattering the rock, slashing with a sword.

Zheng!

Spear and sword collided, sparks flying everywhere, both retreating.

Qin Yu launched another attack, using a spear to flick away Ximen Wudi's war sword, then bullied his way forward, using a stick to flip Ximen Wudi over, and then blasted Ximen Wudi from the pavilion into the ground, smashing the ground into a human shape.

Ah...!

The screams filled the Scripture Library, Ximen Wudi was beaten down, but Qin Yu remained unscathed, holding the iron rod, standing in the void, watching the human shape in the ground with great interest.

Ximen Wudi crawled out of the ground, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face incomparably pale, his whole body covered in blood gullies, especially his abdomen, which had been pierced with a large hole, holy blood surging endlessly, shocking to the eye.

"Not convinced? I will beat you until you are convinced." Qin Yu smiled teasingly, the war spear in his hand humming and trembling, aiming at Ximen Wudi's forehead. Once it hit, Ximen Wudi would be able to return to the Yellow Springs.

"I say, are you stupid, a quasi-Saint King, really damn shameful." Ximen Wudi cursed, "Your urine-like nature, I can tell at a glance."

"Courting death." Qin Yu was furious, inserting a spear into the ground.

Bang! Kacha! Kacha!

Immediately, an alien sound was heard.

It was the sound of an iron rod striking rock. Ximen Wudi had been captured and pinned to the rock, his entire body poked with bloody holes, while Qin Yu used his battle spear to crush him bit by bit.

"Damn you!" Ximen Wudi roared, trying to break free, but he couldn't move at all. He had finally witnessed it: Qin Yu was unusually despicable, not fighting him with techniques but specifically targeting his weaknesses, leaving him no room to retaliate.

"I really underestimated you." Qin Yu clicked his tongue, quite surprised. This spear strike had gathered all his power, yet Ximen Wudi, a peak Quasi-Saint, had actually blocked it.

"I'm not playing with you anymore, let's talk another day." After shouting this, Ximen Wudi sealed the acupoints all over his body, channeled a domineering force to break the chains, and then stepped into the void.

"Can you get away?" Qin Yu sneered, swinging the iron rod and charging straight at Ximen Wudi.

Ximen Wudi ignored him, focusing only on fleeing. During this time, he coughed up blood more than once; Qin Yu's speed was truly unpredictable, and every attack caught him off guard.

"I want to see if you are faster, or if my battle spear is faster." Qin Yu roared like a demon, charging with the spear. One thrust produced wind and thunder, fused with domineering immortal light, and was blindingly bright.

Pfft!

As blood splattered, Ximen Wudi's left arm was pierced through by the spear.

"Die!" Qin Yu pierced through with the spear, then yanked hard, tearing off half of Ximen Wudi's arm, taking the opportunity to seize Ximen Wudi's bloodline and essence, continuing to use secret techniques to devour him as nourishment.

Ximen Wudi gritted his teeth, using the shortest time to recover his injuries.

Then, he transformed into a ray of divine light, circling in all directions, not daring to confront the battle spear head-on. It was a Quasi-Saint King weapon; as an Ancient Sacred Body, how could he withstand its sharpness?

"Still want to run?" Qin Yu sneered, following closely, stabbing all the way. He knocked Ximen Wudi over more than once, and every time he touched blood, he could absorb the pure essence to nourish himself. This was the first time Ximen Wudi had seen such a domineering cultivation method.

"Your sister, you're not playing by the rules."

"Did your elders not teach you that when facing an enemy, you should leave no survivors?" Qin Yu sneered. "Since you want to kill me, then I might as well kill you completely, to save you from seeking revenge later."

"I give this act a 99."

"Damn it." Ximen Wudi cursed internally, suddenly stopping his form because Qin Yu was in hot pursuit and already within reach. Before he could steady himself, a spear pierced his chest. Then, one hand crushed his dantian, destroyed his sacred body, and finally, used a secret technique to bind him. No matter what secret technique Ximen Wudi used, it was useless; his dantian was suppressed, his meridians and bones sealed, his soul locked, leaving only a withered shell.

"This battle, I've won." Qin Yu licked his scarlet tongue, dragging the battle spear and slowly walking toward Ximen Wudi. "Do you have any more memory crystals? Pass me a few, I'll take them to sell for money."

Ximen Wudi did not speak, just lay quietly in the void, looking at the ethereal, illusory starry sky, and couldn't help but sigh. "Old Seven, I'm sorry."

After these words, he closed his eyes.

Qin Yu was startled, subconsciously turning his head to stare at the unconscious Ximen Wudi, always feeling that Ximen Wudi's demeanor was strange.

This feeling made his hair stand on end. Was he scared? Scared unconscious?

Facts proved that this guy's guess was correct; he really was scared stiff.

You must know, this was on the battle platform, and his cultivation had been suppressed. If it were normal times, a mere Quasi-Saint King would be no match for him. Even with a Quasi-Saint King weapon, he wouldn't be his opponent. Yet today, he had been defeated miserably, defeated by a Quasi-Imperial King, defeated in a total mess.

"You..." Qin Yu frowned slightly, reached out his palm, and pressed it onto Ximen Wudi's crown.

Ugh...!

Ximen Wudi groaned instantly, his memories sealed.

"Sure enough, you understand me." Qin Yu chuckled, pulled out Ximen Wudi's storage bag, rummaged through it, and fished out a jade plaque.

"Ximen Wudi? Profound Heaven true disciple." Qin Yu muttered to himself.

As he spoke, he raised his foot and stomped fiercely toward Ximen Wudi.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Accompanied by wisps of blood mist flying, Ximen Wudi, who had been kicked over a dozen times, was crushed inch by inch. His primordial spirit vanished into smoke, and a generation of young Sacred Body was buried in a mountain forest, leaving only a pile of broken remains.

Qin Yu glanced at it and turned to walk away.

Not long after leaving, he suddenly stopped, looking into the firmament from afar, as if he could see that beautiful figure across ten thousand miles. That figure was Yue Xin, flying rapidly on her sword.

Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes and stepped into the sky.

Clearly, she also recognized Yue Xin. Perhaps she had recognized her long ago but didn't point it out, only because she had a connection with Yue Xin. Although she didn't know Yue Xin's origin, she knew one fact: Ximen Wudi had once loved Yue Xin. It was a love etched into his bones, and for Yue Xin, he had slaughtered too many people, all of which were tragic stories.

The reason he blocked Yue Xin was not because he feared her repaying a debt, but because he didn't want Ximen Wudi to die so miserably. They were brothers, born of the same mother. He didn't want to see Ximen Wudi's regrets become an indelible scar; that would be too unfair to Ximen Wudi.

"Are you following me?" Yue Xin suddenly stopped, cold and indifferent, her words detached and heartless. Her beautiful immortal face was covered in a thin layer of frost, and her temperament was like an ice sculpture, chilling to the bone, even her snow-white clothes were frozen.

"I just want to tell you, you should wake up." Qin Yu said calmly. "Ximen Wudi is not dead; I saved him. You go! He doesn't need your rescue; he is fine with my protection."

Once these words were spoken, Yue Xin's delicate body swayed, nearly falling from the clouds. Her cheeks turned pale instantly, unable to believe these words, but hearing Qin Yu's tone, she had to believe it, because Ximen Wudi was indeed not dead and was hiding in the shadows watching.

"I don't believe it, he must have met with misfortune." Yue Xin said in a panic.

"He is an Ancient Sacred Body; the Primordial tribes dare not provoke him easily." Qin Yu laughed.

"Who exactly is he?" Yue Xin asked again.

"His surname is Ye, his name is Chenyi, from the Profound Heaven Sect of South Chu, also called Ximen Wudi."

"His name is Ximen Wudi?" Yue Xin was stunned, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. She stepped out of the void and disappeared.