Chapter 922

As for anything else, I simply can't do it.

What the hell is this?

Why did my own punch turn out so bad, even breaking my arm?

Yet when Duan Tianya cut me, nothing serious happened?

Chi Laowen couldn't figure it out for a moment, but then realized that since Duan Tianya couldn't harm him, there was no point in dodging anymore.

So he simply stood still, letting Duan Tianya move freely around him.

Sometimes slashing at the head, sometimes chopping at the shoulder, even targeting the groin.

The many sword techniques were dazzling and varied, making one's eyes spin.

Liusheng Ma Shou, watching from the side, secretly marveled at the sword techniques Duan Tianya unleashed in his frenzy.

Although Duan Tianya's arrival in You Dongying was deliberately arranged, his insight and learning ability were terrifying.

Aside from the killing technique Godslayer Slash, which he hadn't learned, Liusheng's entire arsenal of sword techniques likely had all been taken by him.

Coupled with the Illusionary Sword he acquired from Min Kuangsilang, Duan Tianya innovated further.

He fused the Illusionary Sword with Liusheng's sword techniques.

It incorporated Central Plains sword and knife arts.

As a result, the knife techniques Duan Tianya now used looked like Liusheng's, but were in fact vastly different—and their power had increased significantly.

Yet this varied and ruthless knife art had no effect whatsoever on this Central Plains oddity.

Liusheng Ma Shou was also baffled.

Why had this Central Plains oddity's punch injured his own arm earlier, yet now, under Duan Tianya's relentless assault, he showed not a single wound?

Duan Tianya slashed and chopped for over a thousand strikes.

Finally, his True Qi dwindled to nothing; he stepped back dozens of paces, leaning on his broken blade, standing in the snow.

He wiped blood from his lips and realized that, aside from tearing this Central Plains oddity's clothes, he had left not a single other mark.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel discouraged.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"Hmph! Boy, I was just curious to see your knife techniques."

Chi Laowen adopted the demeanor of a lofty master, placing his severed hand behind his back.

One arm cradling Liusheng Xueji's corpse, the other pretending to be a nobleman.

"Have you seen enough now?"

Hearing this, Duan Tianya froze—so all his exhausting effort had just been a demonstration for this man?

Thinking of it, he felt even more disheartened, yet still refused to accept defeat.

"Can you return Xueji to me now?"

Although Duan Tianya himself had accidentally killed Liusheng Xueji, he had loved her deeply.

Otherwise, when she was still alive, why would he have gone mad and rushed to seize her corpse?

He could have easily hidden in the snowy mountains—neither Chi Laowen nor Liusheng Ma Shou would have bothered checking whether he was truly dead.

Only now did Chi Laowen realize how absurdly he had mistaken this woman for Temür.

In his crazed state of mind, he had acted so irrationally.

As a result, he had lost an arm mere moments after arriving.

It wasn't crippling, but his combat power had taken a severe hit for now.

If he now gave Liusheng Xueji to Duan Tianya, first, he had lost an arm because of him.

Second, what about the face of the Thirteen Wings of the Great Yuan, the Grand General?

But if he didn't give her up!

What use was holding onto a corpse?

Chi Laowen wasn't someone like Jamuq, who'd even desecrate corpses!

While he hesitated, Duan Tianya suddenly changed expression and said,

"Are you trying to desecrate Xueji's corpse?"

"..."

Chi Laowen was left speechless.

I am the former Thirteen Wings of the Great Yuan—I'm a supreme Mythical Realm expert, you know?

Do I look so desperate that I'd even covet a corpse?

Even if Liusheng Xueji did match my taste, that's still impossible, right?!

But these words, of course, he wouldn't say aloud.

That would be far too humiliating.

Seeing Chi Laowen silent, Duan Tianya assumed he had guessed right.

"Ah! You shameless scoundrel—you won't even spare a corpse!

Today, Duan Tianya will kill you, even if it means descending into Avici Hell!"

As he spoke, Duan Tianya's aura changed drastically.

Then, gripping his broken blade, he once again became a streak of light, charging at Chi Laowen.

Chi Laowen didn't care—how many times did you slash me just now?

Not a single cut broke through my defense!

Why should I fear you?

721 What kind of demonic art are you using?

Duan Tianya's first slash this time was a direct overhead strike!

Theoretically, the head is a vital point of the human body, and even more so a taboo for Wu Zhiren.

This slash, Chilaowen should have dodged.

But he remembered how, just moments ago, Duan Tianya had unleashed over a thousand rapid strikes—and not one had broken his defense.

Why would Chilaowen dodge?

Not only did he not dodge—he precisely timed Duan Tianya's blade trajectory and deliberately thrust his own head forward into the blade's path.

He even condensed his true qi atop his skull, determined to shatter Duan Tianya's broken blade into fragments.

Let's see if you still dare to be arrogant!

Yet halfway through thrusting his head forward, Chilaowen suddenly sensed it.

This time, Duan Tianya's blade carried a mysterious aura!

It was that!

The very aura that had shattered his arm clean at the elbow when he punched Duan Tianya before!

How could it appear again?

What kind of power was this?

But there was no time to ponder further.

This aura had already severed his arm at the elbow.

Now, if he let his skull meet the blade, wouldn't his head split open like a watermelon?

Realizing this, Chilaowen's heart froze.

He immediately abandoned all dignity, frantically retreating and dodging backward.

It was strange—given Chilaowen's cultivation and skill.

Even with the attack already upon him, he should have been able to evade it easily.

Yet at this very moment, another profoundly mysterious aura disrupted the space around him.

Chilaowen's heart reeled; with all his strength, he finally managed to tilt his skull aside.

But while his head had shifted, his arm remained fully exposed beneath Duan Tianya's broken blade.

Crack!

Another sharp crack—Duan Tianya's broken blade plunged straight into Chilaowen's arm.

It nearly severed the entire limb.

In agony, Chilaowen instinctively raised his fist to counterattack.

Then he remembered the strange aura on Duan Tianya's body—if he missed, fine; but if he landed a hit, his arm might be ruined too.