Chapter 18 Qian Renxue VS Zhao Wuji! Instant Kill!
Since agreeing to Ma Hongjun's request that day, Zhao Wuji immediately set off to search for the so-called white-robed youth in the vicinity.
But after several days, they found nothing.
Ma Hongjun was terrified and gave a vague description of the man's appearance, only saying that he was a young man wearing a white robe and carrying a sword.
Soul Masters dressed like this are not uncommon on the continent, though not exactly a dime a dozen.
"So annoying!!"
Zhao Wuji grew increasingly agitated, a nameless anger burning within him with nowhere to vent it.
As it was getting dark, he dejectedly decided to go back to the city to rest and have a couple of drinks to drown his sorrows.
He strolled casually along the dirt road back to Luoyun City, still pondering which direction to continue his search the next day.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure walking slowly and leisurely not far ahead.
He wore a white robe, spotless.
Behind him, a simple, ancient longsword was slung diagonally.
Tall and slender, with an ethereal air.
Zhao Wuji suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He squinted, carefully examining the man's back, and a surge of rage suddenly ignited within him.
That's him!
Although it was just a view from behind, the feeling was exactly as Ma Hongjun described!
Zhao Wuji grinned maliciously, no longer concealing his aura. He unleashed the pressure of a Soul Saint and charged forward, blocking the man's path in a few leaps.
"Kid, I've finally found you!"
Qian Daobai stopped and looked up at the burly man with a face full of scars who had suddenly jumped out, his eyes calm.
Zhao Wuji looked Qian Daobai up and down, noticing his handsome face and that he looked to be no more than twenty years old, and his disdain deepened.
He chuckled a few times.
"Wow, so young!"
How much skill could such a young kid possibly have?
They must have used some underhanded sneak attack to trick the fat man.
Zhao Wuji had already sentenced Qian Daobai to death in his heart.
I am a level 76 Soul Saint, the Immovable King!
Dealing with such juniors is as simple as crushing an ant.
He cracked his knuckles, making a series of popping sounds, and looked at Qian Daobai as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Boy, you injured one of my Shrek students. Today, you'll leave your life here!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Daobai's face showed a hint of amusement.
"Immovable King, Zhao Wuji."
Zhao Wuji was taken aback, not expecting the other party to call out his name so readily. His initial contempt subsided slightly, but was quickly replaced by an even stronger murderous aura.
"Since you know who I am, you should understand that you're not leaving today!"
"Enough with the nonsense, prepare to die!"
He let out a low shout, his soul power surged, and seven soul rings suddenly lit up beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black. His powerful aura pressed down on Qian Daobai like a mountain.
However, this oppressive aura, which would have terrified even a Soul Master of the same level, vanished without a trace as soon as it landed three feet in front of Qian Daobai.
Qian Daobai ignored him completely and turned his head to look at Qian Renxue beside him.
"Xiaoxue".
"Um?"
Qian Renxue raised her head slightly.
"Go."
Qian Daobai spoke in a very calm tone, as if he were talking about something extremely ordinary.
"Use the sword I taught you."
"Yes, Master."
Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Renxue respectfully responded and took a step forward.
Zhao Wuji almost laughed in anger when he saw this.
"ha?"
"Sending a little girl to her death?"
He looked at Qian Renxue's stunningly beautiful face and slender figure, his disdain almost overflowing.
"Boy, you look down on me, Zhao Wuji?"
Qian Daobai did not answer, but just watched quietly, like a teacher testing a student.
This complete disregard enraged Zhao Wuji more than any mockery.
"Great! Excellent!"
"I'll kill this girl first, then I'll take your dog's life!"
With a roar, Zhao Wuji's third and fourth spirit rings shone simultaneously.
"Third Soul Skill: Gravity Enhancement!"
"Fourth Soul Skill: Location Tracking!"
An invisible gravitational field instantly enveloped Qian Renxue, while a locking force firmly bound her, leaving her with no way to escape.
Faced with this dual control, Qian Renxue remained unmoved.
She did not release her martial spirit and spirit rings.
She simply extended her right hand and slowly grasped the Qiankun Reversal Sword at her waist.
"Zheng".
The longsword was drawn from its sheath, its blade gleaming faintly white in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Zhao Wuji grinned maliciously, his enormous fist, imbued with immense power, crashing down towards Qian Renxue's head!
He could almost see the scene of this arrogant beauty being smashed into a pulp by his punch.
But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The snow-capped peaks stirred.
There were no fancy moves; he simply thrust his sword forward.
The movement looked incredibly gentle, like a lover's caress, devoid of any worldly passion.
But this seemingly powerless sword strike made the hairs on Zhao Wuji's body stand on end!
He tried to dodge, but his body was locked in place by his own soul skill, making it impossible for him to escape.
He tried to defend with his soul power, but the wisp of white sword energy contained in the sword tip gave him a sense of despair that he could not block it no matter what.
"Pfft—"
A soft sound, like a sharp blade piercing flesh, rang out.
Zhao Wuji's tall and muscular body suddenly stiffened.
He slowly lowered his head, staring incredulously at his chest.
There was no huge wound there, only a tiny red dot.
But his proud, powerful body, capable of withstanding the full force of a powerful Soul Emperor, was now like a punctured balloon.
An extremely sharp sword aura pierced through the red dot and raged wildly within his body.
His meridians, soul power, and internal organs were all cut and shredded by this sword energy!
"Well..."
Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.
He tried to use his soul power to fight back, but was horrified to find that his sea of soul power had turned into a pot of boiling water, and he could not mobilize it at all.
That sword energy became the king within him, dominating everything.
"Bang!"
The imposing body of Fudo Myo-o crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
He struggled to lift his head, his large, bell-like eyes filled with terror and confusion.
Defeated?
How could a level 76 offensive Soul Saint be instantly killed by a little girl who hadn't even opened her Martial Soul?
How is that possible!
Qianrenxue sheathed her sword with fluid, graceful movements.
She turned around and returned to Qian Daobai's side, standing silently.
Zhao Wuji lay on the ground, panting heavily, each breath aggravating the excruciating pain within his body.
He knew he had kicked a hornet's nest today, a hornet's nest that could crush him into powder.
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