All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 61 A Fight to the Death

Li Qiushui felt that the old woman was at her last gasp and that she had the upper hand, so she went to meet her alone.

The two locked eyes and attacked simultaneously. Palm shadows danced, and a gust of wind howled.

Although Tong Lao was seriously injured, she fought desperately, and her attacks remained fierce. Li Qiushui, on the other hand, was at ease, parrying her moves while occasionally making sarcastic remarks.

The two fought swiftly, exchanging more than a dozen blows in the blink of an eye. The Old Woman's internal energy was waning, and her moves gradually revealed weaknesses.

Li Qiushui seized an opportunity and slapped her across the face!

"Slap!" The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the tunnel.

The old woman was thrown to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, looking utterly disheveled.

Li Qiushui looked down at her, a bright smile on her face: "Senior sister, what do you think I should do to you later? Hmm?"

She slowly approached the fallen Tong Lao, each step taken very slowly, as if she were enjoying the process.

"How about we sever your tendons first? Then slash your old face? And hang you at the entrance of Lingjiu Palace so those maids you usually boss around can have a good look at what their palace mistress looks like?"

The old woman was panting heavily, without saying a word. Her head was down, and her shoulders were trembling slightly, as if she was suppressing something.

Li Qiushui became increasingly smug as she looked at it.

Just as she was about to say something more, the old woman lying paralyzed on the ground suddenly raised her hand and struck her own crown with a palm!

Li Qiushui's expression changed. The two harbored deep-seated hatred; how could she allow this vile woman to die so easily?

She immediately leaped forward and reached out to stop him.

Just as she lunged at the old woman—

The old woman's palm strike suddenly changed direction. The force, which was clearly directed at her, turned towards Li Qiushui at the last moment.

Li Qiushui's pupils contracted sharply. Oh no! She was too close; there was no time to dodge.

Just then, Kumārajīva thrust out from the other side with a palm strike, barely blocking the old woman's attack.

He had no grudge against the Child Granny, so he naturally wouldn't be as smug as Li Qiushui. From beginning to end, he secretly guarded against this top expert's dying counterattack. That's why he was able to barely block that palm strike at the last moment.

"Bang—!" The two palms collided, and the force exploded!

With her severely injured body, Tong Lao unleashed her full power in this move, her palm strike surging like a tidal wave.

Although Kumārajīva blocked the attack in time, the force was hard to dissipate, and he was pushed backward repeatedly, dragging Li Qiushui behind him with him, and they slid back more than ten feet.

As she retreated, Li Qiushui seized the opportunity and struck out with her palm, hitting Tong Lao squarely in the chest.

"Pfft—!" After the Tong Lao's attack, her inner strength was almost exhausted. How could she have any strength left to resist? This palm easily broke through her protective energy and landed solidly on her chest.

She immediately coughed up blood incessantly, with fresh blood mixed with bits of flesh gushing from her mouth.

But she knew this was her last chance. Ignoring her injuries, she forced herself to breathe and staggered out of the tunnel.

Li Qiushui steadied herself, looked at the staggering figure receding into the distance, and unusually, she restrained her seductive manner, her tone becoming serious: "Grand Preceptor, thank you very much this time."

If that palm strike had landed squarely, even if she survived by sheer luck, she would have been severely injured.

Kumārajīva nodded slightly, without saying a word.

Li Qiushui listened intently to the chaotic footsteps above the tunnel, guessing that her senior sister's maids had already joined her.

Without further delay, she stepped out of the tunnel.

Outside the tunnel is a spacious platform.

As soon as Li Qiushui showed her face, more than ten young women came charging at her from all directions with swords.

She chuckled and stood still, circulating her inner energy.

Before the disciples' swords could even reach her, they were blocked by her protective aura, suspended in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

The women's expressions changed, and they all exerted their strength, but the sword tip just wouldn't pierce through.

"Heh." Li Qiushui chuckled lightly, releasing her inner strength. The force spread outwards, sending the sword-wielding women flying backwards and scattering them in all directions.

She stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at the maids who were struggling to their feet, and said calmly, "Lingjiu Palace has changed masters. You lowly maids are unaware of this, but I, being magnanimous, have spared your offense. Why don't you quickly pay your respects to your new master?"

The women of Lingjiu Palace, who had just been knocked down, struggled to their feet. Knowing they were no match for the enemy, none of them answered.

They exchanged a glance, drew their swords again, and charged at Li Qiushui.

"You're courting death." Li Qiushui looked displeased, and with a flick of her sleeve, she prepared to send these maids to meet the King of Hell.

Just as the palm strike was unleashed, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and gripped her wrist.

It was Kumārajīva who came up from the underground passage.

He exchanged a blow with Li Qiushui, neutralizing the palm strike, while simultaneously raising his other hand.

The inner force of the Flaming Blade split out from his palm, transforming into countless fine blade energies that shot out.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh—!" The female disciples of Lingjiu Palace who had just rushed up were all hit by the sword energy and fell to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, although everyone was injured and unable to get up, no one had died.

Li Qiushui looked at him with a smile, her tone playful: "What does the Imperial Advisor mean by this?"

Kumārajīva released his grip on her wrist, took a step back, and clasped his hands together: "Senior's divine skills are unparalleled. It would be beneath your dignity to argue with these juniors."

Li Qiushui narrowed her eyes: "Little monk, what does it matter to you if I kill someone?"

Kumārajīva said calmly, "These women lost their backing because of me. If they are killed by you, senior, it will be my fault."

"Hehe." Li Qiushui laughed again. "This little monk is quite amusing. You don't want to see these maids killed, yet you're willing to come with me to kill my senior sister. Are these two things weighed on you in reverse?"

Kumārajīva's expression remained unchanged. "This humble monk made an agreement with you, senior, to do something for each other. What I promised was to help you defeat your senior sister, not to kill someone for you."

Li Qiushui found it amusing.

This monk agreed to help me kill someone for his own benefit, but now that there's no conflict of interest, he's pretending to be a virtuous and enlightened monk again.

However, she was unwilling to go against the other party's wishes for the sake of a few lowly maids' lives, which would cause a rift between the two.

The battle just now made her realize one thing: although she and her senior sister's skills have become more profound with age, their combat strength is actually declining.

Even though the internal energy cultivation techniques of the Xiaoyao Sect are extremely profound, their bodies remain almost the same as when they were young, as long as their energy doesn't dissipate. However, their energy levels are clearly not as high as they used to be.

Normally, you wouldn't notice much difference when fighting mediocre opponents, but today, the difference became apparent when the three of them clashed.

Their reactions in the heat of battle were noticeably slower than Kumārajīva's. This wasn't a difference in strength, but rather a matter of age; their minds were less focused than his.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them could rely on their experience and some anticipation when they made their moves, they might not be a match for this little monk now.

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