It turns out that although her action was as quick as lightning, under the locked target of her mind’s eye, it was as slow as a gentle dance.
Ling Chuxi did not seem to even need to think before she directly slapped the devilish man across the face.
“This is what the Core of Martial Path enables you to do,” Huangfu Qingjue calmly explained upon seeing the astonished look on Ling Chuxi’s face.
It turns out that this was the benefit of the Core of Martial Path! It turns out that it actually had such a wondrous use. The pain was worth it after all! Ling Chuxi was extremely delighted.
“You, you slapped me! My face… my face…” said the devilish man as he climbed back up and took out a jade mirror from who knows where and examined his face. Upon seeing the fresh red handprint on his face in the mirror, his small mouth flattened and he almost cried out loud on the spot.
Seeing him looking as if he was about to cry, it really made one feel that he was so pitiful and lovable. Urgh, no, it should make one feel like vomiting. Even the food from last night should be vomited out.
The devilish man was angry. Really, really angry. Since he was young, no one had ever hit him. At least there still hadn’t been anyone who had dared to hit his face until now.
With a twist of his figure, the devilish man flew across the sky as two beautifully arched and exquisite daggers appeared in his hands, piercing towards Ling Chuxi. His figure was as swift as a clear wind and his movements were oddly hard to predict.
An illusionary shadow of a vague slender and lithe snake figure with a crown upon its head appeared around his body.
“It turns out that you are of the bloodline of a demon king. No wonder you are able to transform into a human form with Level 8 cultivation,” commented Huangfu Qingjue with both hands placed leisurely behind his back, as if he had not seen the two daggers that were piercing over.
Ling Chuxi had just been promoted to the realm of True Essence not too long ago, and be it her usage of True Qi or her comprehension of her Core of Martial Path, both needed to be used in actual combat to be improved. This devilish man that was of the bloodline of a demon king yet only had Level 8 cultivation was just right to be used for practice.
Being of the bloodline of a demon king meant that he was a descendent of the four great demon kings from ancient times. Even in the heyday of all the various kinds of monster beasts tens of thousands of years ago, a descendent of such a bloodline was hard to encounter even in a thousand years.
If this devilish man whose heart was full of anger knew that he as a dignified descendent of ancient demon kings was actually carrying out the simple function of being a practice sandbag right now, who knew if he would have been angered to the point of vomiting blood on the spot.
Close, closer. In the air, quick hissing sounds of friction could be heard. Amongst the monster beasts, the python types were amongst the swiftest and most peculiar. Monsters of the bloodlines of demon kings were even more outstanding.
At the moment when he appeared before Ling Chuxi, the devilish man’s slightly folded body suddenly sprung upright as the snake-tooth-like dagger in his hand sliced through the air, causing bursts of flame-like red lights to ignite.
Huangfu Qingjue’s gaze turned slightly cold as his hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes. As long as Ling Chuxi was in the least bit of danger, he would kill off this monster who was a descendent of demon kings that was hard to meet even in a thousand years without hesitation. However very quickly, Huangfu Qingjue loosened his grip.
Although in the midst of anger, the devilish man’s dagger was actually pierced towards Ling Chuxi’s arm and he did not actually have any notion of murderous intent. At this moment, that devilish man did not know that he had just walked along the gates of ghosts without having to enter alongside them.
“Pa!” Another slap landed squarely on the devilish man’s face and his body twisted one hundred and eighty degrees with his waist and thighs folding to form an extremely weird and extremely difficult but extraordinarily elegant posture before he powerfully flew away into the distance once again.
“Ah, I’m sorry,” said Ling Chuxi as she looked at her own palm and blinked. “My hands are a little faster than my thoughts,” Ling Chuxi continued honestly. Seeing the devilish man before her, Ling Chuxi had subconsciously sent out another slap.