novelraw Chapter 325 : You Are Defeated
Chapter 325 : You Are Defeated
Quan Yi was hit hard by the punch, his face almost twisted.
"I'll kill you!"
"Less talk, draw your sword."
Fire dragons coiled and climbed up the sword. The two long swords clashed, metal against stone, sparking blinding flashes. At the same time, two extremely terrifying divine powers collided.
In an instant, the chaotic divine power fluctuations swept across the entire area. Fierce winds arose, dust filled the sky, as if eternal night had fallen. Everyone's vision was obscured, unable to see clearly what was before them.
"Whoosh!" Chains formed of talisman characters broke through, instantly binding Quan Yi's hands and feet. Immediately after, a sword slashed towards his left shoulder!
Chu Sang gathered all the spiritual power in her body to this point in her right hand, increasing the force in her hand once again. The overpowering divine power even caused the air under the sword to ripple with shock waves. This strike chopped down heavily, as if with the weight of a thousand jin, smashing him down.
"Boom!"
If it had been any deity with slightly less strength, this strike would have sent them to meet their maker. But Quan Yi was clearly no pushover; it wouldn't be so simple to finish him off.
Chu Sang pressed her advantage and followed up. The two swords clashed again, sword shadows flashing like shuttles. As the saying goes, when immortals fight, mortals suffer. The people below couldn't see clearly the movements between the two, only seeing two streams of light colliding and clashing. In just a few breaths, they had clashed over a hundred times. The scene was extremely thrilling. The others couldn't help at all and could only stay far away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
In terms of divine power alone, Chu Sang might not match Quan Yi, who had cultivated in the Upper Realm for who knows how many years. But in terms of sword skill attainment, Quan Yi was absolutely no match for her.
Her sword strikes were fierce and fast, falling like sudden rain, the sword shadows' floating light revealing killing intent.
"Boom!" She kicked Quan Yi from above, the enormous explosive force instantly blasting him from thousands of li above to the ground, smashing a huge crater in the earth.
But Quan Yi vanished in an instant.
A phantom suddenly appeared behind her, a sword piercing through her chest, but it only struck an illusion—who doesn't know how to use divine sense avatars?
Chu Sang had somehow landed thousands of meters away. She pressed down with her sword tip, fire streams curling up. In this moment, myriad sword shadows fell simultaneously. Quan Yi had no time to dodge and was struck by thousands of sword shadows passing through him, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The coldness in Quan Yi's eyes could freeze a person to death. He wiped away the blood at his lips, the half-bloodied handprint falling on his scepter. Using blood as a sacrifice, the scepter emitted a scarlet light.
He raised the scepter high, terrifying divine power fluctuations sweeping out. Countless blades formed of divine power broke through the air to attack!
Mystic Spirit transformed into a long umbrella, barely able to resist the attack for a moment. But the opponent's attack was too fierce; even the umbrella surface gradually developed some small cracks.
"Let's see how long you can hold out!" Quan Yi sneered, raising his hand to close it. The blades swirled to form a trapping formation, confining Chu Sang within. Then he brought down his palm, and simultaneously, a giant palm fell from the sky thousands of li above, slapping down with her at the center!
Chu Sang gritted her teeth, using Primordial Soul-Chaser to cut the palm in half, but she still took half the palm strike. "Boom!" She was heavily smashed into the ruins.
At the same time, bone chains formed of divine power coiled up. Quan Yi's face suddenly pressed close, looking down with disdain and mockery, "You're nothing more than this."
But as he approached, Chu Sang suddenly tilted her head and smiled,
"Have a good journey."
She opened her palm, and a curse imprint blasted out.
"Ugh! My eyes!"
Taking advantage of the moment Quan Yi was struck back, she quickly swung her sword to scatter the bone chains and counterattacked.
Chu Sang's strikes were especially fierce. Mystic Spirit transformed into various forms, each move changing bizarrely, making it impossible to imagine the direction of the next strike. Quan Yi was almost hating her to death, provoked again and again, wanting nothing more than to kill Chu Sang on the spot to eliminate future troubles!
Unfortunately, during the battle, he could hardly gain any advantage. Chu Sang's sword edge was just too fast, too fast. Supreme sword intent like fierce wind and sharp blades cut through his protective divine clothes inch by inch. Before long, his divine robe was stained with streaks of blood, looking particularly miserable and pitiful.
Quan Yi brought out a folding fan, which opened to shoot out thirteen weapons. At such close range, a sneak attack would be as easy as turning over one's hand. Chu Sang quickly retreated, at the same time pushing two fingers forward along her sword body. Flames empowered and coiled up, Mystic Spirit transforming into an endless long whip tightly binding Quan Yi's arm, giving him no chance to escape.
The flames burned along the long whip to his arm. This was her origin fire; once it found the chance to burn completely, it would be a devastating blow to a deity's body, even able to incinerate him entirely in an instant!
Damn it!
Quan Yi's face turned ashen. He had no choice but to cut off his arm to survive. After all, it was just losing an arm; for deities, taking some pills would allow full recovery in two or three days.
He had come this time just wanting to probe how much the fire seed's power had recovered. He hadn't expected her power to recover so much faster than he imagined. Moreover, his injuries from last time hadn't fully healed. If they continued fighting like this, for him, the disadvantages would definitely outweigh the advantages.
Wanting to run?
It's not that easy!
Chu Sang's fingertips quickly drew curse imprints, waving her hand to surround his escape route. Her right palm suddenly retracted, and Quan Yi, bound by chains formed of curse imprints, was smashed heavily into the mountain wall. "Boom!" The force of this strike caused half the mountain to collapse and cave in. His torn back was pierced by broken rocks, the pain twisting his face. But the unwillingness and hatred in his eyes deepened, wishing he could cut her into a thousand pieces.
Chu Sang hated it most when people looked at her with that kind of gaze. The defeated should be trampled under her feet, begging for mercy, not challenging her again and again.
Gripping his neck, Chu Sang dove down, slamming him against the rock wall, coldly saying, "Quan Yi, you are defeated."
"This time, no one can save you!"
She didn't relax her grip at all, blood marks appearing on Quan Yi's neck.
"You... you dare kill me?!" he said through gritted teeth.
"I told you, you would die by my sword."
She had always been an honest person who kept her word.
"Ha... Hahahahaha! It's the first time I've felt so excited. Worthy indeed of the power of the creation fire, even stronger than I imagined... You're becoming more and more like the creation fire of the past, equally cold and merciless, taking life and giving death without hesitation!"
The dense unwillingness and hatred in Quan Yi's eyes suddenly turned into maniacal laughter, "If you have the guts, then kill me. Let's see who ends up dying at whose hands in the end!"
Chu Sang's face darkened, "Go to hell!"
She wasted no more time, thrusting her sword through his chest. But a dense black mist suddenly burst out from Quan Yi's body, enveloping him completely. That suddenly emerging black qi carried a strong putrid smell. Even Chu Sang's arm, which had accidentally touched a bit of the black qi, showed signs of corrosion.
She quickly let go and retreated. That black qi instantly vanished, along with Quan Yi.
Countless disciples wearing Quan family robes had appeared outside the trapping formation at some unknown time. They had already arranged their formation, a huge array appearing under their feet. Countless sands flowed downwards, as if there was a huge abyss below, about to devour everyone.
External chains trapped dozens of people inside, unable to escape. Countless giant hands formed of sand quickly emerged from the formation, waving like ghost hands, trying to drag people in. Several people were almost dragged in. Chu Sang cut through the sand with her sword, but after being cut, new tentacles would form, churning even more frantically.
"When did these people come?!"
"Quick! Break the formation, otherwise we won't be able to escape!" someone shouted.
Chu Sang took a deep breath. Quan Yi's goal had always been her from the start. How could he come alone to die in vain? So he had brought Quan family disciples to wait in ambush...
How cunning.
She tried to break the outer formation. Suddenly, a giant sand hand emerged from below, tightly gripping her leg.