Chapter 953: Qingjun

Heavenly Demon Transformation, Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman, Sword Qi Thunder Sound... Qin Sang unleashed all his abilities, fleeing towards the sword path without a backward glance.

If this person wasn't Qingzhu, then who was he? Where had Qingzhu gone? Why had Qingzhu become like this? What was he doing on the eighth floor?

Despite the myriad doubts in his heart, Qin Sang didn't hesitate for a moment. Sensing the ominous tone in Qingzhu's voice, his cautious nature led him to prioritize escaping the danger before considering anything else.

His current strength was nowhere near enough to negotiate with a Nascent Soul master. With two Nascent Soul cultivators from different races on the seventh floor, fleeing there might offer a glimmer of hope.

As it turned out, Qin Sang's decision was correct. Qingzhu showed a flicker of surprise when he saw Qin Sang's decisive escape, but then he sneered. Without any apparent movement, he suddenly vanished from his spot, reappearing hundreds of yards away, directly above the external manifestation.

The external manifestation paused momentarily before, without hesitation, raising the Blood Sword. It transformed into a blood-red rainbow, aiming directly for Qingzhu's vital points. The sword's screech was deafening, and the blood-red rainbow's momentum was earth-shattering.

The external manifestation's cultivation was already considerable, and wielding the mid-grade magic treasure, the Blood Sword, made his strength among Core Formation cultivators undoubtedly top-tier. Yet, facing this assault, Qingzhu neither dodged nor avoided.

"You're seeking death!" Qingzhu snorted coldly, glancing at the Blood Rainbow. He then flipped his palm downwards, seemingly striking out with a light touch. A mass of black light surged from his palm, eventually forming a square black seal. With black energy swirling, the seal descended from the sky with thunderous might.

"Boom!" After an earth-shattering roar, the Blood Rainbow disintegrated instantly. The Blood Sword let out a mournful cry, and then a figure flew back at an even greater speed than before, smashing through several black mountain rocks before barely managing to steady himself.

The external manifestation's face turned ashen; he wasn't even Qingzhu's match in a single exchange. Witnessing this, Qin Sang's eyelids twitched, and his heart instantly sank to rock bottom.

"Hiss..." Bai's anxious voice came from the Corpse Puppet Bag. "Run! This person's strength is definitely no weaker than the one who blocked you before. Why do you always provoke such powerful enemies?"

Bai now deeply regretted following Qin Sang. Less than a day after making an oath with him, he had fallen into such a predicament, and now he couldn't even run away. He suddenly had an ominous premonition that he was in for a miserable time.

Qin Sang gave a bitter, silent laugh, feeling wronged. He had always been low-key and dedicated to his cultivation; how could he possibly actively provoke such powerful enemies? They always came looking for him. The one outside the Ghost Land was understandable, but Qingzhu's appearance was completely unheralded. No one could have anticipated such a situation. He had initially thought it was a good thing, but it turned out this Qingzhu was not the Qingzhu he knew.

Senior Qingzhu had not only broken through to Nascent Soul, but was at least a mid-stage Nascent Soul expert, yet for some unknown reason, he had become like this.

After sending the external manifestation flying with a single palm, Qingzhu suddenly frowned deeply. For some unknown reason, his arm began to tremble violently, and the black seal that was about to continue smashing the external manifestation suddenly shattered.

Qingzhu's face was contorted with ferocity as he gritted his teeth and snarled, "You're on your last legs, yet you still dare to stir up trouble! It seems this brat indeed has a deep connection with us. This is good; once I catch him, I'll make you watch with your own eyes how your closest kin are tortured, and see how long you can last!"

What was strange was that there was no one in front of Qingzhu.

"Swish!" The external manifestation formed a sword seal, channeling all his true essence into the Blood Sword without reservation. The sword qi surged dramatically, like an abnormally thick blood-red lightning bolt, piercing through the air in the blink of an eye.

Qingzhu abruptly brought that arm behind his back and extended his other hand forward, snatching fiercely towards the external manifestation.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Five black threads shot out, and in a flash, intertwined in the void to form a large black net. At the same time, the Blood Sword crashed into the net.

The net rolled up, proving exceptionally sharp, easily tearing through the sword qi. After a series of grating metallic friction sounds, the sword qi scattered, revealing the Blood Sword's true form. Deep, fine marks appeared on its blade as it darted erratically within the net like a headless fly, in precarious danger.

A fierce gleam flashed in Qingzhu's eyes. He clenched his hand, and the net abruptly pulled inward.

"Bang!" The Blood Sword stiffened, on the verge of being cut into pieces by the net. Just then, Qingzhu's arm also began to tremble, and the large net became unstable. The Blood Sword seized the opportunity to escape through a gap.

Qingzhu roared in anger, forcibly suppressing the resistance within his body. He flung his hand out, striking the external manifestation with a palm. The collapsing net gathered into a ball and violently flung the external manifestation away, leaving its fate unknown.

"Dare to ruin my plans, and I'll make your successor taste a fate worse than death!" Qingzhu was utterly furious. He no longer paid attention to the external manifestation, glanced at the direction Qin Sang had fled, and vanished, pursuing him rapidly.

Qin Sang had already given his all, but he seemed so slow in front of Qingzhu; his escape technique was far inferior. The distance between them rapidly closed.

Qin Sang could almost feel the strong wind assailing his head. Before he even reached the sword path, Qingzhu had caught up. Facing such an opponent, Qin Sang couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. This was perhaps one of the most dangerous situations he had encountered since embarking on the path of cultivation, with no glimmer of hope for victory.

"Daoist friend, we can only fight with all we have and leave the rest to fate!" Qin Sang transmitted to Bai. Even in despair, he wouldn't surrender. His hand seals rapidly changed as he secretly prepared the Thunder Summoning Art. Then, his escape light abruptly halted, and he turned to face Qingzhu, abandoning his flight.

The Ebony Sword flew out from between his eyebrows. The precious sword hummed softly, its sound mournful, as if it sensed its master's state of mind. The sword wheel appeared, and sword qi crisscrossed.

"A praying mantis trying to stop a chariot!" By now, Qingzhu had suppressed the resistance within his body. He resorted to his old trick again; the large net reappeared, enveloping everything like a shroud.

While Qin Sang's swordsmanship was far superior to the avatar's, the outcome against the net was the same. The sword wheel was enveloped by the large net, and its momentum was immediately suppressed.

Qin Sang was not surprised by this. Thunder rumbled within his body, and the jade bottle containing the Three-Light Jade Liquid had already secretly fallen into his palm.

Just at this critical moment, an unexpected scene unfolded. Qingzhu's body suddenly trembled. He clutched his chest with one hand, a flush spreading across his face, and roared in anger repeatedly. Meanwhile, the net began to oscillate again, allowing the Ebony Sword to seize the chance to escape.

Qin Sang had noticed a hint of abnormality earlier, and seeing this, he suddenly realized something. As Qingzhu's internal trembling began to weaken, a flash of inspiration struck Qin Sang's mind. His divine sense quickly swept into his Qianjun Ring, locating an item.

"Senior, do you still remember the person who carved this sword?" Qin Sang shouted loudly, holding up an ordinary wooden sword. It was precisely the peach wood sword he had chosen from Granny Jing's shop back then! Granny Jing's carving artistry was the most unique Qin Sang had ever seen; even a simple wooden sword contained her unique charm.

"Qingjun!" A startled cry echoed from within Qingzhu's body, clearly the voice of another being.