Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

Chapter 294 Battle with Murong Qingge

At this moment, in the dark demon realm that outsiders could not see through, Wang Kong and Yao Qianfeng were both powerless against each other.

The Buddhist light around Monk Wangkong vanished, but a layer of golden light still flowed around his body. The terrifying killing intent and death aura dissipated as soon as it touched his body, unable to penetrate it at all.

However, he was trapped in a confined space, and could only put his hands together and utter Sanskrit chants to dispel the demonic power, but as soon as the Sanskrit was uttered, it was all swallowed up by darkness.

"You monk, you've got no end to your chanting." Yao Qianfeng snorted coldly, flashed forward, and appeared in front of Wang Kong, throwing a punch.

Boom boom!

Wang Kong remained unmoved, his face serene. Yao Qianfeng's punches, one after another, felt as if they were striking a divine weapon, making Wang Kong's hands go numb.

"Death Fist." Yao Qianfeng refused to believe it and unleashed a terrifying punch at his gleaming forehead.

"Amitabha." Wang Kong suddenly stretched out a hand that was shimmering with golden light and caught his fist.

"Hmm?" His fist went numb, so Yao Qianfeng raised his other hand, gathered all his strength, and blasted it forward.

Gradually, he began to use both his hands and feet, but could only stir up a burst of golden light; Wang Kong never retreated an inch.

"Is Senior Brother Yao really that amazing?"

With no sound coming from her, Xiao Xin'er was both bored and somewhat surprised.

"Isn't he your senior brother? Don't you know?" Ye Wuxi sipped her tea leisurely.

“Most people in our sect act alone, and Senior Brother Yao and I don’t share the same master. We just happened to be traveling together this time,” Xiao Xin’er explained, then stroked her chin. “The monk wasn’t really beaten to death, was he?”

"Still alive," Ye Wuxi affirmed.

"What do you think of these two compared to your second senior brother and third senior sister, Wuxi?" Xiao Xin'er asked with great interest.

“Naturally, my second senior brother and third senior sister are stronger.”

Ye Wuxi replied without hesitation that she could not boost the morale of others while diminishing the prestige of her own people.

These people have extraordinary physical constitutions, and her senior sisters and brothers in the wine academy are no ordinary people either.

Putting aside the difference in skill levels, Monk Wangkong's Great Compassion Palm is far inferior to Second Senior Brother's Dragon Elephant Prajna. Yao Qianfeng's demonic power is not bad, but it still seems a bit immature in front of Third Senior Sister.

Soon, the darkness on the Mirror Platform completely dissipated. Monk Wangkong stood there with his hands clasped together, his face expressionless. Only the golden Buddha phantom he once possessed had already vanished.

Yao Qianfeng concealed his aura, standing opposite him in a flowing black robe, subtly rotating his wrist and twitching the corner of his mouth.

"What happened? Why did they make such a big fuss, yet the monk is completely unharmed?"

"Weird!"

"Yao Qianfeng is fine too. Who will win between these two?"

The surrounding crowd was puzzled.

"Amitabha, in this battle, Benefactor Yao has won." Wang Kong said calmly, turning back to the pavilion.

"Senior brother, are you putting on a performance here?" Yao Qianfeng returned to the pavilion and sat down, and Xiao Xin'er couldn't help but ask.

Yao Qianfeng shook his head and sent a telepathic message to Ye Wuxi, "This monk has an indestructible body; he can't be killed."

"Oh?" Ye Wuxi was quite interested. She wanted to see if the indestructible constitution was really that hard to kill.

"Miss Ye, would you like to give it a try?" Yao Qianfeng sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, I'll go and see Murong Qingge instead."

Ye Wuxi thought for a moment. Yao Qianfeng's last move was not weak either. Since Monk Wangkong was still unharmed, she estimated that it would take several profound techniques to inflict damage on him.

But she already knew the monk's background, and using all sorts of methods just to make him vomit blood seemed like a losing proposition.

Next, after the disciples of the second and third tiers had finished their free sparring, Ning Shu went on stage again, winning against Li Chang'an and losing to Xue Hanzhou.

Huo Yun also challenged Li Chang'an with his sword, but his cultivation level was too low, and he was defeated.

As the tea party was drawing to a close, Ye Wuxi stepped onto the platform again, looked at the woman whose face was veiled, and said, "I invite Miss Murong to come and fight."

Murong Qingge floated onto the platform, nodded slightly, and said in a clear, cold voice, "Miss Ye's bloodline swordsmanship is extraordinary, but I'm afraid it's not enough to fight me with that alone."

The Immortal Spirit Ancient Body is a favorite of the heavens, compatible with the power of heaven and earth, and is incomparable to the Great Sun Flame Body, a pseudo-divine body evolved from the Sun God Body in the Eastern Continent.

"Further words are useless; I have a sword to shatter it." Ye Wuxi uttered softly, revealing his confidence.

"Immortal Slaughter." Murong Qingge stopped wasting words and moved her hands slightly, causing strange immortal light to spread wildly.

Bathed in celestial light, her face was obscured, yet she was imbued with a mysterious glow, resembling a true fairy.

As she reached out, countless showers of celestial light rained down, and a giant celestial hand lunged out, intending to crush Ye Wuxi.

"Destroy." Ye Wuxi remained unmoved, his bloodline blazing, and terrifying flames engulfed his body.

As she met the attack with her palm, a rain of killing swords erupted from her body, rushing towards the immortal light.

boom!

The black palm, carrying an inextinguishable flame, instantly incinerated the immortal hand. The sword energy, imbued with the power of the four profound mysteries of water, fire, wood, and slaughter, rapidly eroded the immortal light.

The Killing Profound Art is primarily for attack, while the other profound arts perfectly match the bloodline attributes. When the bloodline blooms, the sword moves formed by the fusion of these profound arts become several times more powerful.

"Immortal Spirit Curse Kill." Murong Qingge uttered a celestial sound, which transformed into an immortal killing curse. Waves of celestial spiritual power materialized in the void, aiming to purify Ye Wuxi.

Roar!

The Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird roared, extinguishing the celestial music. Ye Wuxi flashed through the air, approached Murong Qingge, and slashed down with his sword.

Murong Qingge's gaze sharpened, and her Saintly Immortal power erupted, leaving only a celestial shadow in place before she drifted away.

"The spirit of heaven and earth shall be at my disposal!"

Knowing how troublesome Ye Wuxi would be, Murong Qingge immediately distanced herself, and several illusory figures of saintly immortals appeared around her.

These illusory figures of saints and immortals seemed to be able to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, causing terrifying patterns to ripple in the void. Then, her cultivation level rose steadily, directly borrowing the power of heaven and earth to advance from the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm to the second level of the King Realm.

"The Immortal Spirit Ancient Body truly lives up to its reputation."

"This is a real improvement in cultivation level, how can we fight now?"

"Yes, Ye Wuxi's cultivation level is already two levels lower. Even if he has many profound skills, it will be difficult to make up for this gap."

Those standing in the surrounding pavilions felt a tremor in their hearts as they gazed upon Murong Qingge's ethereal figure.

Reaching the Martial King realm in this day is a huge step forward. Even with powerful secret techniques, it is difficult to advance one's cultivation by leaping over such a large realm.

Even if they could, it would only be a superficially high level of cultivation; their comprehension and application of power would remain at the same level.

The Immortal Spirit Ancient Body is different; it borrows the power of heaven and earth for a comprehensive upgrade, and not just one level.

"Senior brother, can Wuxi win?" Xiao Xin'er was starting to doubt herself.

Generally, those with powerful physiques will only appear in the world after they reach the high-level Heavenly Martial or King realms, when they are no longer so easily killed.

Murong Qingge has only been in the world for a short time and has always been mysterious. Most people are aware of their own limitations and will not challenge her. This is the first time they have seen her fight so openly.

"Yes," Yao Qianfeng affirmed.

"That's a second-level Martial King."

Xiao Xin'er didn't know where he got his confidence from. When he fought Pang Tianchen in the trial battlefield that day, Wu Xi had only crossed a minor realm, but now he was truly crossing a major realm.

"That's okay."

Xiao Xin'er remained silent. "Then it's possible."