The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 450 Impossible! How could this be?! (6k)

"Kill him! Kill him now!"

At this moment, even the usually calm and collected Xuanyuan Chong could no longer remain composed.

The secret formula for slaying spirits that he had painstakingly hidden for thousands of years was revealed to him by this person as if he knew it by heart.

How can this be?

How did he find out?
How long did it take to find out?

This person must not be allowed to leave alive!

"boom--"

Xuanyuan Chong's body erupted with dazzling golden light, and nine dragon-shaped energies burst forth from his body.

The entire Wuxiang Mountain was instantly dyed gold, and many of the clouds in the sky were dispersed by this imperial dragon aura.

Although Xuanyuan Shuo was unaware of what was going on, seeing his elder brother's loss of composure, he immediately put away his halberd and unhesitatingly activated all his spiritual power.

He spread his arms, and countless phantom images of dragon scales appeared all over his body, each scale gleaming with a sharp, cold light.

Faced with the combined attack of the two powerful figures, Zhou Qing's eyes suddenly flashed with dazzling lightning.

Thirty thousand spiritual seals surged forth from his body like a cascading galaxy, weaving into profound trajectories in the air.

These spiritual imprints merged perfectly with the purple-gold lightning surrounding him, instantly condensing into a three-zhang-long lightning spear.

The lightning spear was enveloped in an aura of destruction, and every slight tremor of its tip caused the surrounding space to distort and crack, emitting a teeth-grinding "crack" sound.

"Well done!"

Zhou Qing let out a long laugh, and with a flick of his wrist, the Thunder Spear transformed into a streak of purple lightning, shooting straight out.

Wherever the gun passed, the air was electrolyzed and emitted a scorching smell, with tiny arcs of electricity moving through the air like living things.

Xuanyuan Chong's face was gloomy. The nine golden dragon energies connected head to tail in the air, transforming into a huge golden ring.

In the center of the circle, a blurry phantom of a dragon emperor is slowly taking shape.

This is precisely the supreme secret of the "Xuanyuan Dragon Emperor's Secret"—"Nine Dragons Bowing"!
Xuanyuan Shuo chose the most direct approach.

His fists were covered with a layer of keratin that resembled dragon scales, and each punch he threw was accompanied by a deafening sonic boom.

Having been stationed on the border for many years, this is his most proficient technique, the "Sky-Splitting Dragon Fist," which is simple, brutal, and incredibly powerful.

Three completely different forces collided violently in mid-air—

"Boom!!!"

A terrifying shockwave spread wildly outwards from the point of impact.

The giant rocks on Wuxiang Mountain, weathered by thousands of years of wind and frost, crumbled under this force, turning into dust and scattering away.

The entire world trembled violently, as if it could not withstand this level of confrontation.

Zhou Qing swayed slightly and took three steps back.

The lightning spear in his hand had dimmed somewhat, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter.

He made a hand seal with his left hand, and the lightning spear suddenly exploded, turning into countless lightning needles as thin as cow hair, which shot towards the two of them in a massive, overwhelming manner.

Xuanyuan Chong snorted coldly, and the phantom of the Dragon Emperor opened its mouth and spat out a golden breath.

The lightning rods melted as soon as they touched the golden light, but hundreds still pierced through the defenses, leaving charred marks on the two men's robes.

"Such exquisite control!" Xuan Yuanshuo was secretly amazed.

To be able to control the power of thunder to such a meticulous degree, this person's understanding of the Dao of Thunder has probably reached a state of perfection.

In a flash, he suddenly remembered a long-lost figure—his second uncle.

That one cultivated the strange Black Fiend Thunder; they became acquainted through a fight back then.

However, aside from that bet, the two had almost no further contact.
Before his thoughts could settle, Zhou Qing suddenly clasped his hands together, and the scattered lightning rods abruptly stopped in mid-air before swirling back like rivers flowing into the sea.

In the blink of an eye, three short spears, their bodies crackling with purple lightning, took shape and hurtled through the air in a triangular formation, each aimed directly at a vital point!

Xuanyuan Chong's expression changed drastically.

Although it was just a tentative exchange, he was already certain that this person's combat strength had definitely reached the late stage of the Spirit Slaying realm!

What's even more terrifying is that this method of transforming lightning into form is completely arbitrary and can change at will, far exceeding the scope of ordinary lightning magic.

"Thirty thousand spirit seals, a high-level fourth-grade array master, when on earth did my Xuanyuan family offend this person!"

He dared not delay and hurriedly summoned the phantom of the Dragon Emperor to block in front of him, while simultaneously summoning a golden shield engraved with a coiled dragon pattern.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Three deafening metallic clangs rang out in succession.

The shield's surface was actually pierced by the lightning spear, leaving three deep dents, and fine cracks appeared along the edges.

"This person must not leave alive!" Xuan Yuanchong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his imperial dragon aura surged like a boiling sea.

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Panlong Shield, and the ancient shield surface immediately glowed with an eerie blood light.

"Roar--"

The dragon pattern on the shield suddenly came to life, transforming into a ten-zhang-long red dragon that burst forth from the sky.

Each dragon scale gleamed with a blood-red, cold light, and wherever the dragon's claws swept, the air was scorched, leaving charred trails.

Xuanyuan Shuo flashed to the side like a ghost, his dragon scale phantoms on his fists solidifying into physical form.

He pulled his right fist back, his entire arm bulging with muscles, preparing for the most powerful move in the "Xuanyuan Dragon Emperor Technique," "Dragon Meteor Fall."

Despite the danger, Zhou Qing remained calm. Suddenly, a rusty ancient sword appeared in his left hand, exuding a chillingly sharp aura.

The lightning spear in his right hand crackled with electricity, creating a strange resonance with the broken sword.

"break!"

The lightning spear thrust out first, colliding head-on with the red dragon.

Purple lightning and crimson flames intertwined and exploded, turning the area within a hundred feet into a hell of thunder and fire.

Just as the energy turbulence reached its peak, Zhou Qing silently slashed out with the broken sword in his left hand—

"Zheng!"

A sword aura, condensed to its fullest extent, pierced through the center of the explosion, heading straight for Xuan Yuanchong's throat.

This sword strike was devoid of any fancy moves, yet it was incredibly fast. Where the sword passed, fine black cracks, as thin as hair, appeared in the space.

Xuanyuan Chong turned his head hastily, and the sword's edge grazed his neck, spraying blood.

He grunted, and the coiled dragon shield in his hand returned to defense in time, blocking the subsequent sword energy.

However, there was already a cut about an inch deep on the shield.

"court death!"

Xuanyuan Shuo's killing move has finally arrived.

His right fist, carrying the force of a falling meteor, slammed towards Zhou Qing's back. Before the fist even arrived, the terrifying pressure of the punch had already plowed a ten-foot trench into the ground.

At the critical moment, Zhou Qing's body twisted strangely, and his lightning spear and broken sword crossed to block.

"boom!"

The shockwave generated by the collision of the three forces simultaneously knocked all three of them back.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Zhou Qing's mouth, but his laughter grew even more unrestrained.

He suddenly switched weapons—the thunder spear went into his left hand, and the broken sword went into his right.

"laugh--"

The moment the Thunder Spear and the Broken Sword were exchanged, Zhou Qing's aura changed drastically.

The lightning spear in his left hand trembled violently, and the purple lightning wrapped around the spear changed from violent to restrained, transforming into plasma flowing slowly across the spear.

Meanwhile, the broken sword in his right hand emitted a blinding cold light, and the edge of the broken blade gleamed with an eerie blue light, as if it were tearing apart even space itself.

Xuan Yuanchong's expression changed drastically; the change in demeanor after the weapon changed hands sent a chill down his spine.

He dared not delay, and quickly formed hand seals. Nine dragon-shaped energies intertwined in the air, with a dazzling golden light condensing in the mouth of each golden dragon.

"Nine Dragons Burning the Sky!"

Nine golden flames of dragon breath were spewed out simultaneously, the intense heat scorching and distorting the air along the way.

This golden flame is no ordinary fire, but the dragon flame unique to the Xuanyuan royal family, which is specifically designed to break through all kinds of protective auras.

Faced with the overwhelming dragon flames, Zhou Qing's lips curled into a cold smile.

Suddenly, the lightning spear in his left hand flew out and spun rapidly in front of him, forming a purple lightning vortex with a diameter of more than ten feet.

The raging dragon flames crashed into the vortex, only to be completely swallowed up as if they had been thrown into the sea.

Just as Xuanyuan Chong was in shock, Zhou Qing's figure had already passed through the vortex of flames, and his right hand drew a stunning arc with the broken sword.

This sword strike appeared slow, but it was actually as fast as lightning. Wherever the sword passed, it left a long-lasting blue sword mark in the air.

"not good!"

Xuanyuan Shuo shouted sharply, disregarding everything else, and directly offered up his life essence blood.

A drop of crimson blood exploded in the air, turning into a cloud of blood mist that instantly enveloped a space of hundreds of feet.

He immediately appeared in front of Xuanyuan Chong, crossed his arms to block, and the dragon scale phantoms on his arms instantly solidified.

"Clang—" Amidst the ear-piercing clang of metal clashing, the broken sword pierced the dragon scales three inches before being unable to advance any further.

Xuanyuan Shuo groaned, his sleeves ripped open, revealing his bloodied arms.

"Second brother!"

Xuanyuan Chong's eyes were bloodshot, and he seized the opportunity to strike out with his palm, the dragon pattern on his palm shining with a dazzling golden light.

The dragon-shaped palm print, solid as a physical object, tore through the sky, causing the air to explode with unbearable force wherever it passed.

Before the palm strike even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already created spiderweb-like bloodstains on Zhou Qing's chest.

"Kakaka-"

Zhou Qing's clothes tore apart inch by inch, revealing his chest covered with thunder patterns.

At the critical moment, his body twisted strangely, and the dragon's palm grazed his ribs, kicking up a cloud of blood mist.

Three ribs snapped instantly, but he used the momentum to spin around. As blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter.

"You shouldn't have let me get so close!"

His broken sword suddenly slipped from his right hand, but his left hand caught the spinning lightning spear with lightning speed.

This stroke of genius in changing hands left both the Xuanyuan brothers stunned.

Zhou Qing held the gun in his left hand, the tip of which precisely touched the floating blue sword mark.

"boom!"

Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the sword mark suddenly emitted a blinding light.

Countless fine sword energies burst forth from the sword marks, each one precisely targeting the vital acupoints on the Xuanyuan brothers' bodies.

Even more terrifying, these sword energies were mixed with the purple lightning power of the thunder spear, increasing their speed and power several times over. "Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

The sound of breaking through the air is endless.

The dragon energy barrier that Xuanyuan Chong hastily erected was instantly riddled with holes, and his clothes were torn in dozens of places.

The protective mirror that Xuanyuan Shuo hastily summoned had just lit up when it was pierced by a sword aura, exploding into a bloody spray on his right shoulder with a "clang".

"What kind of move is this?" Xuan Yuanshuo was utterly shocked.

After Zhou Qing landed a successful blow, he immediately retreated a hundred feet, holding the Purple Lightning Spear horizontally in front of his chest.

The Xuanyuan brothers also retreated hastily, each taking out their treasured healing pills from their storage bags and swallowing them.

The pill melts instantly upon entering the mouth, and its medicinal power rapidly circulates throughout the body.

However, just a moment later, Xuanyuan Shuo's face suddenly turned ashen.

He stared intently at the gruesome wound on his right arm—blood was still gushing out.

Not only were the pills ineffective, but even the spiritual power he activated could not seal the wound in the slightest.

"Poisonous?" Xuan Yuanshuo murmured in surprise and doubt, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He then immediately looked at Zhou Qing, his pupils suddenly contracting.

On Zhou Qing's abdomen, where the dragon's palm had torn open, dense golden Sanskrit characters appeared.

As the ethereal chanting of Buddhist hymns echoed, flesh and broken ribs regenerated and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Qing suddenly laughed loudly, his right hand emitting a blue light from a tetanus ointment, while his left hand was wrapped in purple lightning from a thunder spear.

Under the horrified gazes of the two men, he slowly removed the bronze mask.

When Zhou Qing's face was fully revealed, the Xuanyuan brothers were struck dumb, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Zhou Qing?! How could it be you!" Xuan Yuanshuo exclaimed in shock.

Xuanyuan Chong also recognized him. He stared at that familiar face, his expression instantly turning ashen.

This was the same junior who had advanced to the fourth level of array master in the capital and caused a celestial phenomenon.

I never imagined that he would grow to the point where he could fight against the two brothers on his own!
"This mask is really uncomfortable to wear, it really obstructs my vision!"

Zhou Qing casually tossed the mask aside. The mask traced an arc in the air before dissipating into specks of spiritual light.

He then stared coldly at the two of them, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Why can't it be me? Now, you should understand the grudge between us, shouldn't you?"

The two men's faces turned extremely grim, and all the clues came together at that moment.

Zhou Qing's eyes sharpened as he continued, "I'll give you one last piece of advice. I've already killed Xuan Yuanhao and Xuan Yuansha, trespassed on your ancestral land, destroyed the Blood Spirit Dao-Slaying Pill, and I know your Xuan Yuan family's secret formula inside and out."

The broken sword and thunder spear in his hands glowed simultaneously. "If you continue to hide things and let me slip away unnoticed..."

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying golden light flashed in Xuanyuan Chong's eyes, and then his hands suddenly formed a hand seal.

Profound golden runes flowed from his fingertips, soaring straight towards the distant palace phantom in the clouds.

"The imperial destiny, heed my command!"

With a loud shout, the clouds above the nine-tiered palace suddenly began to churn violently.

Immediately afterwards, countless golden points of light rose from all parts of the palace, converging in mid-air to form a dazzling golden river.

This golden river meandered through the clouds, gradually revealing its claws and whiskers. Finally, it transformed into a hundred-zhang-long golden dragon of fortune!
The moment the golden dragon took shape, the entire world trembled.

The dragon's body was not a physical entity, but rather formed from the purest imperial destiny, with the phantom of the vast land reflected on each scale.

As the dragon's eyes opened and closed, it seemed as if the sounds of millions of people worshipping echoed.

"hold head high--"

The dragon's roar resounded through the sky, and with a flick of its tail, the golden dragon of fortune tore the vast sea of ​​clouds to shreds.

It spiraled down, dyeing the space in its path with a golden hue, and in an instant appeared above Xuan Yuanchong's head, enveloping him in a majestic aura.

A sharp light flashed in Zhou Qing's eyes, and a blood-red crack suddenly appeared in the void behind him.

With a phoenix cry that pierced through gold and shattered stone, a hundred-foot-long blood phoenix, its body entirely crimson, flapped its wings and emerged.

Most shockingly, every feather of this Blood Phoenix was inscribed with countless ancient runes.

Those runes were not acquired later, but were innate Dao patterns that the Blood Phoenix was born with!
"Inscription-level divine power?!" Xuan Yuanchong's expression changed drastically, his eyes fixed intently on the inscriptions, then a greedy glint flashed in his eyes, "I never expected you to have such an opportunity!"

Xuanyuan Shuo, who was standing to the side, also stopped holding back and immediately took out a jade box from his storage bag.

The moment the box was opened, a scarlet, blood-red feather lay quietly inside, emanating a chilling aura.

Zhou Qing, who was already prepared for battle, suddenly felt his spiritual energy stagnate.

His pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the blood-red feather in Xuan Yuan Shuo's hand.

Because at this moment he clearly felt a tremor coming from the blood phoenix phantom behind him, a sensation of attraction between people of the same origin.

"Blood Phoenix Feather?!" Zhou Qing was shocked, then his eyes filled with excitement, "Where did you get this from?"

Xuanyuan Shuo's eyes were sinister, and the blood-red feather in his hand gleamed with an eerie light: "I originally didn't want to kill you because you were a junior favored by my second uncle, and because we had made a few deals together."

He suddenly clenched the red feather between his five fingers: "But you shouldn't have done this, you shouldn't have killed Hao'er, you shouldn't have touched the third brother, and you shouldn't have ruined my Xuanyuan family's thousand-year plan!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and stabbed the red feather hard into his bleeding wound.

The moment the feather pierced the flesh, it seemed to burrow into the bloodstream as if it were a living thing.

"Ugh—" Xuan Yuanshuo let out a beast-like growl, and his body suddenly erupted with towering blood flames.

His skin turned crimson at a visible speed, with fine beads of blood seeping from his pores, which were then instantly vaporized into a blood mist that swirled around his body.

Zhou Qing's expression changed drastically. He could clearly feel that Xuan Yuan Shuo's cultivation level was increasing wildly!
The power of the Blood Phoenix contained in that red feather actually allowed this expert, who had already reached the mid-stage of the Spirit Slaying realm, to break through to the late stage!
"I'm asking you, where did those feathers come from?" Zhou Qing persisted, ignoring all else.

At this moment, Xuan Yuanshuo's face was flushed, and he showed an intoxicated expression: "You will never have the chance to know."

"Second brother, we can't be careless!" Xuan Yuanchong warned sternly. "This person possesses a secret technique that can temporarily raise one's cultivation to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Severing Realm, as well as this inscription-level divine ability, which, according to records, is incredibly powerful."

"But if we can kill him, all of this will be ours!"

Xuanyuan Shuo licked his lips and said with a sinister smile, "Don't worry, brother, today Wuxiang Mountain will be his burial place!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Yuanshuo's right arm suddenly grew three times its original size, transforming into a ferocious blood claw that lashed out at Zhou Qing with a blood-red trail that tore through space!
The excitement in Zhou Qing's eyes turned completely cold.

He released his weapons, and the thunder spear and broken sword floated and spun around him on their own.

As he slowly raised his hand, the five most dazzling feathers on the chest of the Blood Phoenix phantom behind him fell off, turning into five streams of blood-red light that all disappeared into his right index finger.

“Since you’re unwilling to talk—” The crimson light gathering at Zhou Qing’s index fingertip instantly subsided, transforming into a single, dazzling red glow, “then I will personally search your soul.”

The moment the crimson light left the finger, the world fell silent.

The crimson light swelled in the wind and transformed into a blood-red phoenix, only a few feet in size, yet solid and lifelike, in the void.

Although the Blood Phoenix was small, the inscriptions on each of its feathers were dazzlingly bright, and wherever it passed, the space shattered like a mirror!

"boom--!!!"

The moment the crimson claws collided with the Blood Phoenix, the sinister smile on Xuan Yuan Shuo's face froze.

His blood claws began to crumble the moment they touched the inscriptions, the crimson runes melting away like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun.

"Impossible!" Xuan Yuanshuo cried out in horror, hastily forming several blood-red barriers in front of his chest.

But the Blood Phoenix was unstoppable, piercing through all the barriers in succession before precisely striking his heart.

"Pfft-"

A jet of blood shot out from Xuanyuan Shuo's back, and he looked down in disbelief at the bowl-sized hole in his chest.

The golden runes at the edge of the wound writhed like living things, frantically devouring his life force.

He had barely uttered the word "you" when he was thrown into the air by the residual impact, like a rag doll.

After crashing into and collapsing three mountain peaks, it was eventually buried in the rubble and never heard from again.

"Second Brother!!!" Xuan Yuanchong's eyes were bloodshot and his dragon aura surged violently. He turned into a golden afterimage and rushed straight at Zhou Qing!

Zhou Qing's face was slightly pale, and her breathing was a little rapid.

Although the inscription-level divine power is powerful, it consumes a great deal of energy. Even with his foundation, using it once would almost drain most of his spiritual power.

however--

With a thought, the golden flower in the Four Flowers Gathering at the Top of His Head suddenly bloomed within his sea of ​​consciousness!

A surge of vital energy and spiritual power rushed in like a river, instantly restoring him to his peak condition!
"Even Yama, a late-stage Spirit Severing cultivator, couldn't withstand a single strike from an Inscription-level divine power, let alone him?"

Zhou Qing sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Xuan Yuanchong charging towards him.

"However, I have another gift for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Qing suddenly formed a hand seal.

As his fingers flew across the ground, countless golden runes burst forth from his palms, weaving together in front of him to form an ancient and obscure sealing array!

"Great Luo Demon-Sealing Seal - Suppress Demons!"

"boom--"

A golden seal materialized out of thin air, its base engraved with profound inscriptions, surrounded by runes that writhed like living things, exuding a terrifying aura that sealed the heavens and earth!
Xuan Yuanchong, who was charging forward, suddenly narrowed his eyes and his expression changed drastically: "Another inscription-level divine ability?!"

His voice changed tone, "You... just how many have you mastered?!"

Zhou Qing remained silent, then suddenly pressed down the mark in his hand!
"town!!!"

The golden seal crashed down, freezing the entire space in place, and Xuan Yuanchong's attack was instantly crushed!

In his panic, he immediately switched from offense to defense, with nine dragon energies surrounding his body, forming nine layers of protective barriers!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

First level, shatter!
The second level: Shatter!
……

The sixth level, shattered!
Xuanyuan Chong's forehead veins bulged, he felt a sweet taste in his throat, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood!

He frantically burned his primordial spirit power in an attempt to resist, but the suppressive force of the golden seal did not diminish in the slightest!

"No--!!"

The seventh and eighth layers exploded one after another!

Finally, the ninth layer of dragon energy barrier shattered!
"Pfft!"

The golden seal pressed down mercilessly, and Xuan Yuanchong's physical body instantly disintegrated, with blood and flesh flying everywhere!
"Shh-"

A seven-colored primordial spirit frantically fled, its face filled with terror and disbelief!

"Escape! We must escape!"

Without hesitation, he transformed into a streak of light, attempting to tear through the void and escape!
but--

"Buzz!"

Four-colored restrictions rose into the sky around the entire Wuxiang Mountain, sealing off the heavens and earth!
The space was as solid as an iron plate, impossible to tear apart!
"What?!" Xuan Yuan Chong's primordial spirit was shocked. He turned his head and saw Zhou Qing standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold.

"I told you, none of you are leaving today!"

(End of this chapter)