Chu Ge assumed that the other party had provoked Qiu Wuji, and with her prowess; he wasnât worried at all.
However, in reality, it was on Qiu Wujiâs side that the situation was even more challengingâ¦
On his side, rendering the opponentâs previously proud ability that turned ninety-nine percent of opponents into trash essentially meaningless against him. When it came to combat ability, what comparison could be made between him who had trained in the world of fantasy and martial arts and them? It was clearly an overwhelming advantage.
On the other hand, Qiu Wujiâs side didnât have this kind of restraint; it was a pure clash of raw power.
And the strength of this mysterious sonic attacker was by no means weak. How could someone weak possibly counter Qiu Wuji, engage in a swirling confrontation of sound waves, from an unknown place?
The opponent was clearly deeply immersed in this domain of abilities, having reached a terrifying level of control and power over sound. No one knew where they were, but their control over sound had already transcended dimensions, resonating throughout space.
If Qiu Wuji were a practitioner of sound manipulation, she could counter with sound, but she was a sword cultivator.
Thus, she would counter with the sword!
The sword didnât need to know where to attack.
No need for an attack; the sword had its own resonance.
âSwoosh, swoosh, swoosh!â
Amid the wind dragon formed by the manipulated sound waves, countless illusory sword shadows suddenly appeared, swirling around the wind. The sword shadows trembled, intertwining in the air as if playing the music of ancient bells and drums, with the echo of thunder resounding.
In the distance, the ocean surged, waves billowed, crystallizing into sword intent, myriad and boundless, surging toward the sky.
The waves were boundless, the water swords sang, the sea and sky harmonized, and a celestial sword song resonated through the heavens and earth.
The night sky became resplendent and enchanting, with the special effects of the Immortal Cultivation world filling the earthly night, rendering the neon lights of the urban city pale in comparison.
In the midst of the neon city of the metropolis, countless people turned their heads to look. âWhat is that?â
âOh my god! Which Daoist friend is transcending their tribulation here!â
âIs it some kind of celestial phenomenon?â
âPerhaps itâs a phenomenon caused by the interaction of air currents over the sea. It just happens to look like the âMyriad Sword Art.â Itâs so beautiful!â
In the distance, thunder suddenly roared.
The rumbling thunder resounded over the distant sea, but the sword shadows that had been swirling amid the wind seemed unable to be sustained any longer. They began to distort and dissipate, while the water swords within the sea also seemed to scatter amidst the sound of thunder, transforming back into mist and falling into the sea.
People couldnât clearly discern these details, and while they sighed at the fleeting nature of the sword song, they concluded that it wasnât some Daoist friend transcending their tribulation. Only a few individuals could guess what was happening, and each felt a sense of astonishment.
Was this the result of a clash between super ability users?
It had even impacted the heavens and earth!
Amidst the muffled thunder, a vague and unclear voice echoed: âWho⦠are you? Could you be from Chinaâs SSS?â
Chinaâs SSS? The tone of the question⦠Qiu Wuji hesitated for a moment, then smiled: âWhy donât you guess?â
The other party didnât answer directly, their voice transmitting through unknown space: âThis woman is dueling with me; she wonât easily divert her attention. Act opportunistically!â
The atmosphere stagnated briefly, and soon a group of black-suited individuals emerged from all directions, charging straight toward the factory.
âForeigners too?â Wan Zijun leaned against the doorframe, looking bewildered at the people rushing toward him. Apart from Chinese faces, there were actually several foreigners mixed in.
âItâs truly a conglomerate of Shanghai. They even have foreigners as their hired hands?â Wan Zijun nervously wrote the word âdragonâ on his left cheek, thinking that foreigners living in China should at least recognize Chinese characters, right?
But on second thought, maybe not necessarily. There were countless âinternational studentsâ who couldnât even speak proper Chinese yet still received scholarships and found study partnersâwhatâs to say they could recognize characters?
As people rushed right up to him, Wan Zijun quickly added the word âdragonâ in english to his right cheek.
The black-suited individuals in front saw the word on Wan Zijunâs face. Before they could even start laughing, they witnessed a golden dragon with five claws winding through the heavens and earth, occupying the entire space above them. The massive factory building looked like a matchbox beneath the belly of the dragon.
The foreigners, seeing the enormous-winged black dragon lying atop shimmering treasures, flames emanating from its mouth and its back split open like magma, blood dripping onto the ground and sizzling, exclaimed: âWhat the hell?â
âWhat the f**k?â
Whether Chinese or foreign, all the black-suited individuals were dumbfounded. They all urgently hit the brakes and turned to run.
Damn it! Who can fight against a dragon this size! If we donât run, we might end up as its meal, and then we wonât have anywhere to reason!
Meanwhile, the knife-wielding Chef Jin and the others were also taken aback. âWe havenât even acted yet?â
In the rear, Zhong Yi stood beneath a window, calmly observing the scene ahead. âThis path is blocked.â
Mi Xiaolin sneered, âZhong Yi, others might be wary of you, but Iâm not afraid of you.â
Zhong Yi responded indifferently, âYes, indeed. You donât even know me.â
âAlthough I donât know you, your reputation precedes you.â Mi Xiaolinâs thoughts werenât on exchanging pleasantries with Zhong Yi. The fact that the woman inside could hold her own against the host without falling behind amazed and worried her. With the situation having escalated to this point, if she didnât resolve it quickly, she might never find peace.
Gritting her teeth, a shadow of a black butterfly suddenly appeared on her palm.
Simultaneously, Zhong Yi furrowed his brows, observing a nearly identical butterfly shadow appear on his own palm.
âThis thing is unlikely to manifest directly on a personâs body⦠Could it be that it manifested now due to her ability, after we shook hands during the meeting?â A thought crossed Zhong Yiâs mind, but he hadnât determined the purpose of this butterfly shadow when he saw Mi Xiaolin crush her own butterfly in her palm.
As the butterfly shattered, Zhong Yiâs right hand also exploded completely, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Supernatural ability: Butterfly Effect.
Zhong Yi let out a pained grunt, a hint of delight unexpectedly showing on his face. âVery good, very good⦠very painful.â
With merely six words, his right hand returned to its original state.
Mi Xiaolin wasnât surprised either and sneered, âI donât know the principle behind your recovery from injuries, but it canât possibly come without a cost. Your hand exploding for no reason, you must be many times weaker than usual right now. Still trying to intimidate me?â
Before she finished speaking, a whip-like leg was already aimed at Zhong Yiâs face.
Zhong Yiâs figure swayed slightly, his right hand that was supposedly âmany times weakerâ struck like an iron hammer, heavily landing on Mi Xiaolinâs abdomen. With a punch, he sent her flying over ten meters, heavily collapsing into the muddy ground.
âCough⦠coughâ¦â Mi Xiaolin struggled to lift her head, her gaze full of disbelief as she looked at Zhong Yi approaching. âHow⦠is this possible?â
âIâm sorry, but my recovery from injuries really wonât result in weakness. Otherwise, what do you think others fear about me? Arrogant fool.â Zhong Yi stepped forward, about to deliver another kick.
Suddenly, Mi Xiaolin transformed into an entire butterfly shadow and disappeared.
Her last words resonated in the air, âYouâre the same.â
A frown creased Zhong Yiâs brow.
This womanâs peculiar ability⦠He needed to be careful when facing her in the future. Who knows when she might inadvertently stick a butterfly on a crucial area of someoneâs body? Would that person still have a chance at survival?
How many people has she slept with?
No wonderâ¦
The attackers in front scattered like birds and beasts, and the sonic clash at the epicenter almost simultaneously yielded results.
After Qiu Wujiâs form of a myriad of swords was dispersed, she also became a bit competitive. The song of the myriad swords receded, re-converging high above into an immense and primitive sword form.
The air around them seemed to shrink and collapse as this colossal sword appeared, all vitality extinguished, leaving only the most primitive void.
As if a vacuum.
Was there still sound existing?
Regarding the primary objective of protecting the two targets, Qiu Wuji had long achieved overwhelming victory. The opponent couldnât break through the range of sword shadows surrounding her.
Within the guardianship of the sword, she was the sovereign.
But merely safeguarding didnât quite satisfy Qiu Wuji.
She tilted her head slightly, looking towards the sky above the factory that had a gaping hole torn through it. The sonic tornado still lingered.
Qiu Wujiâs long hair moved without wind as she murmured softly, âGo.â
The form of the ancient sword soared into the sky, directly breaking into the core of the tornado.
No clash of sounds occurred.
Silent, and invisible.
The entire location of the tornado transformed into a vacuum, as if erasing a drawing with an eraser. As the ancient sword passed through, the space was instantly cleansed. How could there be sound in a vacuum?
However, upon careful inspection, one would discover it wasnât a true vacuum; there were tiny flickers of light within the air, seeming to exist and not exist.
Qiu Wujiâs unique sword technique, the residual effect from her full-powered ultimate move.
Sword Breaking the Void!
In a certain villa in Shanghai, someone abruptly spewed out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground. With shock, they whispered in disbelief, âWho could this possibly be⦠Could it really be your deities of China?â
A black butterfly shadow crashed onto his back, transforming into Mi Xiaolin.
The âmasterâ who had been injured from a distance couldnât even withstand this impact. The two of them tumbled clumsily, like gourds rolling.
However, at this moment, they were too preoccupied to think about their disheveled state. Mi Xiaolinâs previous words came to their minds: âWith the master personally involved, even if they have protection of deities, theyâre as good as done!â
How dare they as mortals⦠rashly claim to defy gods and immortals!