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Chapter 219: The Cliff of Nine Deaths
🕑 Added 2024-10-13 10:16:04 +0000 UTCBai Li Changqing's pupils constricted sharply. His body instantly shifted to the side, dodging the attack.
"You're fast."
A middle-aged man appeared at the spot where Bai Li Changqing had just been standing. He glanced at Bai Li Changqing, who had narrowly escaped, with a mocking smile.
Panting heavily, Bai Li Changqing found himself with numerous wounds across his body. His clothes were torn, and blood seeped from his injuries, staining his tattered attire. He had barely avoided death in that instant.
His eyes cautiously watched the man standing a short distance away.
A Martial Saint!
The person who attacked him was undoubtedly a Martial Saint!
"Martial Saint... Atam!"
The four Martial Kings gasped in excitement upon seeing the man who had appeared.
The middle-aged man was tall and muscular, with long silver hair flowing down his back. In his hand, he held a gleaming silver sword, his eyes fixed on Bai Li Changqing.
"The sword is in his hands, isn't it?"
Another voice echoed from the distance. Bai Li Changqing's gaze shifted, and he saw another massive figure approaching.
His senses, honed by years of combat, immediately confirmed it—another Martial Saint!
Two Martial Saints!?
His heart raced. While Bai Li Changqing had killed many powerful warriors, he had never encountered a Martial Saint before. Against someone of that level, the assassination techniques he relied on would be useless.
There was only one option now—escape!
"You won’t escape."
The two Martial Saints sneered as they saw Bai Li Changqing dart away.
Whoosh, whoosh—
In a flash, they appeared right in front of him, one wielding a sword, the other a large blade, striking simultaneously.
Clang!
Bai Li Changqing reacted swiftly, raising Jiemie to block their attacks.
But the sheer force of their blows was overwhelming. The impact sent him flying through the air.
Boom—
He crashed heavily against a large boulder, which cracked under the force.
Spurt—
Blood spewed from Bai Li Changqing's mouth. Pain wracked his body.
Damn it. The gap between a Martial King and a Martial Saint is just too vast.
"Marqi."
"Did you notice? His sword is truly sharp."
Atam glanced at the edge of his blade, where a fine crack had appeared.
And that was with his source energy reinforcing the weapon. Without it, his sword might have suffered even greater damage from just one clash.
"Of course, I noticed."
"There's no doubt about it now. That sword is definitely the legendary Demon Sword."
Marqi, the other Martial Saint, replied coldly. He couldn't hide his amazement. Though they had heard about the sword's terrifying sharpness, witnessing it firsthand was something else entirely.
"But in the hands of a mere Martial King, it’s not living up to its full potential."
As Marqi finished speaking, they prepared to strike again.
But before they could act, Bai Li Changqing swung Jiemie in the air.
[Inferno Soul Shattering Slash]!
Boom—
In that instant, a terrifying white flame shot forward!
This was no ordinary fire. And now that Jiemie had ascended to an SS-tier weapon, the technique's power had also advanced to SS-tier!
The two Martial Saints' expressions shifted dramatically as the overwhelming flames surged toward them.
They immediately leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.
The flames crashed into the spot they had just vacated, exploding with a deafening roar.
The ground was scorched black, and the white fire continued to burn, reducing even the earth beneath it to ash.
The nearby Martial Kings watched in horror. They hadn't expected Bai Li Changqing to possess such terrifying techniques, let alone this white flame.
…
Run, run, run!
Bai Li Changqing was sprinting with all his might. Fighting these two was suicide. His only chance was to flee.
"Don't let him escape!"
"Damn him!"
Atam and Marqi quickly gave chase. They had genuinely thought Bai Li Changqing would stand his ground and fight, but instead, he had unleashed a powerful attack and then fled.
"He can't escape."
Marqi sneered. He knew the terrain well. Ahead of Bai Li Changqing lay a cliff—a dead end.
Bai Li Changqing ran desperately, ignoring his injuries. But after a short distance, he saw it—a sheer cliff ahead.
"Damn it..."
His face darkened.
"A cliff... Again with a cliff," Ye Fan quipped from within, finding the situation all too familiar. Cliffs seemed to be a common theme in this world.
"If you want this sword, dream on!"
Bai Li Changqing glanced back at his pursuers, then swiftly stowed Jiemie in his storage ring and leaped off the edge.
But the moment he jumped, he felt something wrong. His body became unnaturally heavy.
What’s going on!?
He couldn’t fly! His ability to soar through the air had vanished, and his body was plummeting uncontrollably.
"This is the Nine Deaths Cliff."
Marqi, now standing at the cliff’s edge, frowned as he surveyed the scene below.
"That fool actually jumped."
Atam's face also darkened.
The Nine Deaths Cliff was a place where, due to its strange energy, warriors couldn’t fly. Even their internal source energy would be severely affected.
This cliff was one of the most mysterious and dangerous places in the entire Canglong Empire.
"What do we do now?"
Atam looked toward Marqi.
"Search from below. Falling from here means certain death. Even for us, it’s a near-death experience."
Marqi sneered. For Bai Li Changqing, falling from this height was almost a guaranteed death sentence.
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