Chapter 27: Fairy, Spare My Life

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A gray, faint shadow darted rapidly from the opposite side of the clear mountain stream. It was ethereal and left no trace, truly like a ghost. It stepped on the water of the stream without even splashing a drop, simply flashing past in a blink. It landed just a dozen or so yards away from where Lei Qing was hiding.

Lei Qing’s mouth twitched, and he cursed in his heart. I said you idiot Situ Nan, didn’t you keep saying you were ready to fight to the death? What are you doing right in front of me? He held the Thousand-Mechanism Crossbow, feeling a sudden urge to shoot him dead with it. Of course, that was just a moment of idle fantasy. A power house at Situ Nan’s level had extremely keen perception. If he aimed a crossbow at him, Situ Nan would definitely sense it. At that moment, he might come over to settle things with Lei Qing first.

Then, that shadow flickered slightly. With the help of the shadows on the cliff, his figure merged into the darkness and vanished from Lei Qing’s sight completely, without leaving the slightest fluctuation.

Lei Qing’s pupils shrank. This Situ Nan had been arrogant for so long and was still free and unfettered, so he really had considerable skills. That stealth movement, similar to the Shadow Step Zuo Qianqian had learned, had been practiced to a superb level. In broad daylight, by merely borrowing the shadows of the cliff, he could vanish without a trace.

Lei Qing finally understood why Situ Nan had chosen this place as the battlefield; he wanted to take advantage of the shadows of the cliffs here.

Just as he vanished into thin air, another woman floated down from the opposite mountain stream. This woman was dressed in clothes as white as snow, with her long hair pinned up. Although her face was covered by a white veil, hiding her true appearance, one could feel from afar the intense cold and the aura that kept others away. Her feet did not touch the ground, nor did she step on the water. She simply floated across dozens of yards, drifting gracefully. Truly, she looked like a Fairy descending from the Moon Palace.

Her movements appeared slow but were actually fast. In a daze, her toes touched the ground, and she landed on a clean pebble by the stream. Her figure was tall, slender, and elegant, with an aura that seemed detached from the mortal world. The hem of her white gauze skirt fluttered in the wind. The pair of eyes above the white veil were as deep as a Cold Pool from ten thousand years ago and as vast as a starry sky of ten thousand fathoms.

The cold light in her eyes intensified, as if she had discovered something. A semi-transparent long sword appeared out of nowhere, emitting an aura like ice and snow. Her feet tapped lightly, and her body flew out as a faint white shadow. The Ice Sword, moving at a speed that Lei Qing could hardly perceive, transformed into a streak of light and stabbed far away. Leng Yuewu was known as the Ice Sword Saint, and her Fighting Qi cultivation was undoubtedly of the Ice element. The Cold Moon Divine Technique she practiced was also one of the most top-tier and famous Fighting Qi Techniques on the continent.

The calm space rippled like a thrown stone, revealing a barely visible fluctuation. Situ Nan’s despicable body appeared, his expression panicked as he tried to flee in disgrace.

“Situ Nan, you have committed many evils. I, Ben Gong, will act on behalf of Heaven and send you into reincarnation.” Leng Yuewu’s cold voice floated in the mountain stream, like a clear echo. Her momentum suddenly increased by several points, and an icy aura spread out along with her sword and her body.

Hisss~ The long sword, filled with icy aura, extended a three-foot-long dark cold sword glare under the support of Ice Fighting Qi. With a tearing sound, it broke through the air and split Situ Nan in half with one sword. The two halves of his body did not bleed at all; instead, they dispersed into nothingness like particles.

Lei Qing, hiding tens of yards away, felt a thud in his heart. Oh no, he thought secretly. Leng Yuewu was deceived.

Indeed, from behind Leng Yuewu, a space fluctuation rose suddenly. Situ Nan jumped out from it, and a pitch-black dagger burst with a black streak of light, quietly stabbing towards Leng Yuewu’s back. At the same time, Situ Nan laughed triumphantly: “Ice Sword Saint, die.”

Although Situ Nan had bad character, he was still one of the top assassins in the world. Perhaps in a frontal fight, he was no match for Leng Yuewu. But when it came to stealth and assassination, Leng Yuewu could not catch up even with her horse. That ghost-like stab was fast and swift, while Leng Yuewu was in a suspended state.

But Leng Yuewu was also one of the most outstanding experts in the world, with abundant combat experience and peerless purity in her Ice Fighting Qi. In the air, she rotated the Fighting Qi around her body, forcing her delicate figure to twist around mid-air. With a cold gaze, she swung her sword, and the Ice Sword Qi, like a streak of light, intensified greatly. There was even a posture of dying with the enemy, refusing to stop until death.

“Crazy woman.” Situ Nan’s triumphant smile vanished completely. He turned his two daggers from offense to defense, dancing out streaks of black light, like a bright black lotus.

Clang clang clang, in the blink of an eye, he struck Leng Yuewu’s killing blow more than ten times, unraveling all her offensive moves.

Unfortunately, once the surprise attack failed, he had already lost the greatest advantage of an assassin. With his aura locked by Leng Yuewu, no matter how strong his stealth and concealment skills were, it was impossible for him to vanish completely in front of Leng Yuewu.

However, Situ Nan was also remarkable. In such an adverse situation, he did not lose his fighting spirit. He restrained all expressions and danced his two daggers brilliantly, with diverse trajectories. Especially his movement technique, which was illusory and real, ethereal and unpredictable.

In just a dozen breaths, the two had exchanged dozens of moves. Although assassins were not good at frontal assaults, “not good at” did not mean “did not know how to do.” Situ Nan released his pure and profound Nether Fighting Qi completely, making his body hazy, as if covered by a layer of black fog. In a life-and-death situation, this also caused him to burst with strength beyond his previous abilities. For a moment, he was clearly fighting on equal terms with the Ice Sword Saint Leng Yuewu, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Lei Qing, hiding in the distance watching the battle, was also captivated. Holy Rank experts, indeed worthy of being Holy Rank experts. Whether in movement techniques, moves, or Fighting Qi, they had all reached a superb level. Lei Qing imagined himself in their place and felt a chill, estimating that he would lose after holding out for only two or three moves.

Originally, Lei Qing was afraid that their battle would affect him, for example, being accidentally cut by a streak of Sword Qi. But now it seemed that was an overreaction. Cultivators at the level of Leng Yuewu and the others had controlled their power to a microscopic level. They would absolutely not cause phenomena like wild Flying Sword Qi or exploding Fighting Qi. Although the Fighting Qi of Holy Rank powerhouses was incredibly pure and profound, rich combat experience told them that recklessly squandering Fighting Qi was a luxurious waste, or even an act of seeking death.

By watching for just this short while, besides feeling how terrifying the power of Holy Rank experts was, Lei Qing also benefited a great deal.

The battle between the two continued. Perhaps because she couldn’t break through after attacking for a long time, Leng Yuewu lost some patience. Suddenly, her eyes sharpened. She operated the Cold Moon Divine Technique to the limit, and the Ice Fighting Qi in her body dispersed like a snow-white mist, covering dozens of yards in an instant.

Within this area of dozens of yards, the already low temperature dropped rapidly. When it reached the extreme cold, the water vapor in the air actually condensed into snowflakes, which continued to spin around Leng Yuewu’s body.

Situ Nan’s originally smooth movement technique froze slightly due to the sudden extremely low temperature, and his speed instantly slowed down a bit. His face turned pale, and he cried out: “You actually cultivated the Extreme Cold Domain?”

In a battle between experts, a tiny difference means a world of difference. Under the Extreme Cold Domain, Situ Nan’s elusive movement technique was forced to reveal flaws. Leng Yuewu seized this flaw, and her sword, wrapped in crystal snowflakes, pierced Situ Nan’s thigh like a streak of light.

Situ Nan let out a piercing scream. Not only was his thigh seriously injured, but due to the Ice Fighting Qi, his entire thigh had frozen into a block of ice. He flailed and fell to the ground. His pupils revealed extreme fear: “Fairy Leng, Fairy, spare my life, spare my life! I dare not do it again. Please give me one more chance.”

Under the forced activation of the Extreme Cold Domain, a ultimate skill, Leng Yuewu’s eyes also showed some weakness and fatigue. But she still said coldly: “Situ Nan, save your repentant words for Hell and tell them to those women you have harmed. Die~”

As she casually stabbed her sword towards Situ Nan’s heart, she did not notice that a trace of cunning satisfaction, faint and barely visible, appeared in Situ Nan’s terrified eyes.

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