Condensing Battle Qi to one point was not a difficult matter for an expert in the realm of Great Fulfilment. But not anybody could condense it to one point on one’s fingertips. Even if one could do it at such a critical moment, one might not necessarily have the courage to do so. Besides Ling Chuxi who had undergone that insane nine flashes of heavenly lightning striking the body and her meridians and muscles, how many people could endure condensing their Battle Qi which was full of destructive power at such a high degree? And who else had such ability to control?
Ding. Her fingertips and the tip of the sword had not even touched when a crisp sound of gold and iron clanging in symphony drifted by.
A sharp pain was transmitted from her fingertips. Ling Chuxi knew that even if it was so, she would not be able to withstand the other party’s sword just by relying on her own flesh and blood. They had the same cultivation at the realm of Great Fulfilment. How could her fingers withstand the fine iron sword?
However Ling Chuxi had already used her other hand to draw out her sword as she took advantage of this moment of delay. She did not hide or avoid and with one move she stabbed toward the other party’s chest. It was not a big deal as she would just injure her finger, but the other party must pay the price of his life.
Ling Chuxi was never a nice person. If one were to compare ruthlessness, she would be more ruthless than anybody else, and she was even more ruthless toward herself.
There was another trace of astonishment in the shocked eyes of the other party. He knew of course what the outcome of this move was and was shocked by Ling Chuxi’s ruthlessness as well. He did not hesitate in the slightest, kept his sword and retreated suddenly.
But Ling Chuxi would not give him such an opportunity. At the same time that she had stabbed with her sword, the pointing of her fingertips followed as well. Although her fingers were not harder than the sword, it was more agile than the sword by a hundred times.
Poof. Ling Chuxi’s fingertips had hit the other party right on his chest. Although it was not fatal, it still made him emit a muffled groan.
The other party knew that he would definitely fail today. His cultivation did not differ much from Ling Chuxi’s initially. But he was injured now and Ling Chuxi’s ruthlessness was greatly beyond his expectations as well. If he continued to stay any further, it was feared that his life would even be left here as well. With a leap of his body, he flew out from behind.
As he was suspended in mid-air, a strange gleam from the sword which hissed like a snake swept across his throat. A natural and unrestrained figure flashed across the skies immediately after that.
That person wiped his throat and gave out a wheezing sound. He could not say a word at all and could only look at that vague and misty figure in disbelief.
With his cultivation, even if he had been sneak-attacked, it was impossible that someone could so easily succeed in doing so when he was on his full guard. Who was the other party actually? What kind of cultivation was it? He did not think too long on this question, because very soon his whole body became ice cold and his conscience gradually left his body and everything turned blank.
That figure did not stay as well. A strange afterimage swept pass like a wind from the sides of the two figures that attacked Ling Yichen and Fu Chengyu.
Those two figures became sluggish and collapsed to the ground after that. They did not even have the time to be shocked or think about what happened as they had just lost their lives.
Everything had ended. That vague and misty figure gently drifted and fell slowly to the ground. Ling Chuxi and the few of them stayed put. The scene earlier on was still floating before their eyes. There was no heaven-shocking or earth-shattering aura, and there was also no murderous intent that could silence all things on the earth. Yet the few of them were extremely shocked. If this person’s target was them, no matter if it was Ling Chuxi or Ling Yichen, they did not have the confidence to ward off that sword which had no shadow or form to it. Fu Chengyu was even further not worth mentioning.
That figure slowly turned around. A faint smile was hung on that sallow face which was covered in freckles.
“Mu Liufeng!” Ling Chuxi exclaimed. Although that face was really not considered good looking, Ling Chuxi could recognize who this person was at one glance. It was very simple. That mask was made by her.