Chapter 467 - 280: Successive Blood, the Efficacy of Many Arts
Chapter 467: Chapter 280: Successive Blood, the Efficacy of Many Arts
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Ye Qingwu’s colorful clothes fluttered without a breeze, and an aura far more dangerous and strange than before began to emanate from her.
But when she saw the scene before her—Mo Zhaoli stepping forward to protect this Green Robe Cultivator, who in turn shamelessly hid behind Mo Zhaoli—a scornful smile touched her lips.
At the same time, she sent a voice transmission directly to Mo Zhaoli, her tone laced with bewitchment and provocation:
"Junior Sister Mo, what a touching display of deep affection. It’s a shame that while you protect him so, he only dares to hide behind you like a cowardly turtle, lacking even the courage to face me directly. Tsk, tsk, as your senior sister, I truly feel you’re wasting your efforts. How can such a weak man who relies on a woman for protection be worthy of your devotion? You should see his true colors now, lest you suffer for it later."
Her words were like a viper’s flicking tongue, striking at the weaknesses of the human heart, attempting to plant seeds of doubt and dissatisfaction in Mo Zhaoli’s mind.
Meanwhile, a strange, dream-like crimson light quietly rose in her pupils, silently enveloping Mo Zhaoli.
However, upon hearing this, Mo Zhaoli’s gentle face showed no ripple of emotion; even her eyes didn’t flicker. The Spiritual Artifact floating before her remained steady as a rock, pointed directly at Ye Qingwu, and the cold aura around her intensified.
Far from being provoked, she responded in kind, her voice cold and firm, clearly reaching Ye Qingwu’s ears:
"Senior Sister Ye, put away your little mind-tricking games. Your Enchantment Technique is useless against me. I know better than you what kind of person Brother Lin is. If he isn’t moving, he has his reasons. You, on the other hand, with your scheming and sowing of discord, only make yourself look more ridiculous and... insecure."
Mo Zhaoli emphasized the last word slightly, her tone filled with undisguised ridicule.
The sneer on Ye Qingwu’s face instantly froze. A flash of disbelieving astonishment, followed by a surge of fury, crossed her eyes.
She had never imagined that Mo Zhaoli’s trust in this man was so unshakable, so absolute that it allowed no room for doubt! Her provocation, like a stone tossed into a deep pool, had failed to create even a single ripple. Instead, she had only humiliated herself!
"Fine! Fine! Since you insist on being delusional, don’t blame your senior sister... for being merciless!" With her plot foiled and her pride wounded, Ye Qingwu’s killing intent erupted, no longer concealed!
This was the best opportunity. She had to strike, no matter what!
Not to mention all she had invested in setting up this scheme, but more importantly, this incident would serve as a wake-up call. No matter how foolish Mo Zhaoli might be, she would certainly be more cautious from now on. She would either lock herself away or use that fortuitous opportunity she possessed.
Then, all her efforts would truly be for naught, and that was something she absolutely could not allow.
Besides, the time and place were in her favor, everything was proceeding according to plan. She had no reason to back down. The struggle for the Great Dao was inescapable!
But she didn’t know that the greatest variable had already been silently factored into the equation.
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At this moment, on the hidden palm of Lin Changheng, who appeared to be cowering behind Mo Zhaoli, the strange, shimmering turquoise energy had already dissipated.
Only then did Lin Changheng slowly step forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Mo Zhaoli.
Facing Ye Qingwu, his expression remained calm, but a dense killing intent swirled in the depths of his eyes. He spoke lightly:
"Fellow Daoist Ye, if you want my prey, you are welcome to come and take it yourself."
BOOM!
Before Lin Changheng could even finish his sentence, Ye Qingwu attacked, striking out with the full might of a Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator!
The woman’s slender, jade-like fingers traced rapidly in the air before her. Where her fingertips passed, they left trails of ghastly green Spiritual Light that did not disperse, instantly forming a twisted, demonic totem!
HISS—!
The totem writhed like a living creature, letting out a skin-crawling hiss as three giant pythons, conjured entirely from Poison Spirits, burst forth from the Void! The three Poisonous Pythons were translucent, shimmering with three different, eerie lusters—emerald green, spectral purple, and dark crimson—corresponding to the three distinct poison attributes of "Rotting Bone," "Soul Erosion," and "Blood Burning"!
They had no physical bodies, their flight paths erratic and unpredictable. Like three life-reaping phantoms, they lunged straight for the pair!
"Poison Spirit Transformation!" Mo Zhaoli’s expression changed slightly. She recognized this as an extremely profound technique from the Gu Refining Dao, one of the Hundred Arts. Ordinary defenses were largely ineffective against it.
She had encountered it once before when she was hunting down Demonic Cultivators near the Immortal City. She and the other Purple Extreme Sect Cultivators had suffered considerable losses. She never expected to see it a second time, and from Ye Qingwu of all people!
She immediately sent a voice transmission to Lin Changheng, worried he would suffer a loss if he tried to counter it with conventional methods.
"So that’s how it is."
Lin Changheng raised an eyebrow, a look of great interest on his face. "The Gu Refining Dao..."
Among the Hundred Skills of Cultivation, besides the four core arts of Alchemy, Array Formation, Artifact Refining, and Talisman Making, all sorts of other skills were now beginning to appear, slowly revealing a magnificent and mysterious corner of the Cultivation Realm.
His expression didn’t change. He slapped his Storage Bag, and a Skull reeking of a foul, black miasma flew out. The ghostly flames in its empty eye sockets leaped, and it opened its mouth to spew at the three Poisonous Pythons!
In an instant, a thick, ink-like, ghastly green Poisonous Smoke billowed out.
The ghastly green Poisonous Smoke collided violently with the three Poisonous Pythons, producing a fierce, sizzling, corrosive sound.
The three colorful Poisonous Pythons thrashed violently within the Poisonous Smoke. Their forms began to blur and dim as the toxic energy they contained was continuously neutralized and eroded by the smoke from the Ten Thousand Poison Skull. Their forward momentum was immediately halted.
’It’s working!’
At this moment, Mo Zhaoli also made her move. She formed a hand seal and struck the palm of her hand against her Short Blade Spiritual Artifact, performing the Borrowed Blade Golden Light technique.