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Chapter 338: 154: "The Master of the Sword is Doomed to Die by the Blade."_3

Chapter 338: Chapter 154: “The Master of the Sword is Doomed to Die by the Blade.”_3
 

He was of course aware of Brother Qiu’s plan.

After all, before boarding the Flying Boat, Brother Qiu had specifically left the scholar behind in Great Yuan City.

But according to Brother Qiu’s plan, they should have traveled further before making a move. Now the schedule had been moved up—Qi Mei was really so impatient for what?

“Hmm.”

Chen Qiu opened his Divine Sense fully, tilting his head he sensed a Nascent Soul with a terrifying level of cultivation, shooting towards him from a hundred miles away. It was only after that he grasped the Twelfth Grade Golden Core that had been floating outside his body in his hand.

Then he tossed it to the ground.

He also collapsed the opened Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella, gripping the handle with the tip pointed at the Twelfth Grade Golden Core on the ground. After aiming for a moment, he looked toward the three people in a line, Qi Mei’s group, before slowly swinging the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella up into the air.

And just at that moment—

“Ant, stop!!!”

A roar carrying the power of heaven and earth shot from tens of miles away, and following closely behind was the Nascent Soul Elder from Yuan Sect with an extremely terrifying level of cultivation!

“Elder, save me!”

At the sound, Qi Mei immediately burst out in an excited roar, like one who has survived a great calamity. Then he hysterically said to Chen Qiu, “Boy, you’re dead meat!”

The miss of the Liu Family also showed a trace of a smile in her eyes. This was considered a merit, after all, she had been risking her life to protect Qi Mei. She wondered what reward Yuan Sect would bestow upon the Liu Family.

“Amitabha.”

The little monk at the forefront repeated the phrase, then muttered softly, “A wielder of the sword must die by the sword, benefactor, your life ends here.”

“Don’t rush…”

Chen Qiu completely ignored the Nascent Soul that was shooting towards him from tens of miles away and just took a deep breath. Gripping the handle, he swung the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella almost full circle in midair, striking the Twelfth Grade Golden Core heavily upon the ground.

In an instant!

That Twelfth Grade Golden Core shot towards the little monk at a speed too fast for the naked eye to catch!

It was but the blink of an eye, and countless trails of blood mist exploded in the air along with fragments of flesh. The Twelfth Grade Golden Core, unscathed and not a speck of blood on it, circled through the air and returned to Chen Qiu’s side, orbiting around him like a satellite.

And the three from Qi Mei’s group!

The Protective Spirit Qi, Lifebound Treasures, and the like on their bodies were instantly shattered by the Twelfth Grade Golden Core, not even having a chance to release their Golden Cores, they turned into blood mist on the spot along with their Golden Cores.

“Three birds with one stone.”

Chen Qiu, leaning on the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella, laughed as he looked at the blood mist filling the sky.

And Fat Long, squatting on the ground and eating melon seeds, also looked up at Chen Qiu, gave him a thumbs up, and called out loudly.

“Nice!”

Just at that moment—

An incredibly terrifying aura was already within a few miles of them, and they saw a roughly three-foot-tall infant enveloped by Spiritual Energy shooting towards them with an expression of Buddha’s wrath.

This was Divine Travel, a unique method to Nascent Soul Cultivators!

Faster than their physical bodies and possessing seventy percent of their original strength, this technique was extremely effective when crushing cultivators of lesser cultivation, though incapable of using Spiritual Energy and other abilities.

And at that time.

Chen Qiu’s Divine Sense detected the owner of this astral Nascent Soul entering his range of perception. Clearly, the Nascent Soul Elder from Yuan Sect, worried about not arriving in time, had sent his Nascent Soul ahead to suppress Chen Qiu.

“Damn it! Ant, die!!”

Realizing he was one step too late, the astral Nascent Soul immediately released an extremely terrifying cultivation aura, charging straight at Chen Qiu!

This was a strike from a Nascent Soul!

Without any spells, without any Spiritual Energy, a pure suppression of realms!

Just like how Chen Qiu had shattered Qi Mei’s group of three with a mere Twelfth Grade Golden Core, it was pure suppression of the Golden Core.

“A second-grade Nascent Soul, huh…”

Noticing the two Cloud Patterns on that Nascent Soul’s head, Chen Qiu suddenly wanted to test whether his Twelfth Grade Golden Core or a second-grade Nascent Soul was more powerful. Without hiding in his small world, he once again swung the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella heavily against the Twelfth Grade Golden Core orbiting his body.

The next moment!

The Twelfth Grade Golden Core, carrying an astounding deterrent force, shot towards that Nascent Soul pressing towards him with a frightful oppression!

This was his newly invented method of attack.

Channeling the purest Spiritual Energy to the tip of the Heavenly Mechanism Stone on the umbrella, and then swinging the umbrella with full strength onto the Twelfth Grade Golden Core, it could give the Golden Core a phenomenal acceleration, much faster than controlling the Golden Core with his Divine Sense.

Most importantly, his Golden Core was sturdy enough to withstand such violent treatment.

Another person’s Golden Core would’ve shattered under such a blow, the Golden Core broken, the person dead.

This was no joke—no one in their right mind would play with their Golden Core like that.

But… Chen Qiu would.

…

“BOOM!!!”

The Twelfth Grade Golden Core that shot out pierced through the Nascent Soul in front of it in the blink of an eye. Although his Divine Sense felt it was a bit more difficult than before, it wasn’t much harder to detect with the naked eye.

This Nascent Soul, which had just emitted a terrifying level of cultivation, was pierced through the heart by his Twelfth Grade Golden Core in an instant.

“What… what happened.”

Feeling its life force rapidly draining, this astral Nascent Soul looked down incredulously at its pierced chest. Soon after, the three-foot-tall infant rapidly shrank and solidified into a “Nascent Soul Pill” that fell onto the deck.

There were two Cloud Patterns on the pill.

Signifying it was from a second-grade Nascent Soul.

And at that time—

The Nascent Soul finally arrived belatedly, an old man with a full beard and a sullen expression watching the Nascent Soul Pill formed from his own Nascent Soul on the deck. Divine Travel was a unique method to Nascent Soul Cultivators.