How could one describe the scene that t Chen Xiaobei’s eyes? In a word: slow.
It was exceptionally slow, like looking at a photograph. The speed of Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens was ant to be incredibly fast, but in Chen Xiaobei’s eyes, Murong Xiaoyi’s body—including the seven afterimages—had slowed to a near-complete standstill.
"What’s going on?" Chen Xiaobei was utterly stunned.
Imdiately after, he felt his left eye suddenly emit an orange light. The stationary afterimages seed to shatter under so invisible force and, with a SWOOSH, darted into his mind. At the sa ti, the thod for using Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens was imprinted on his mind like a brand.
"Fuck! No way. Did I just steal Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens just like that?" Chen Xiaobei could hardly believe it.
He had originally intended to defeat Murong Xiaoyi in one move, but now he simply rolled to the side. Using the Seven Star Tian Gang Step, he made her attack hit nothing but air.
Murong Xiaoyi’s pretty face tensed. With a flip in midair, she leaped backward and landed gracefully in the distance.
"Hey! Tell the truth, how on earth did you dodge my Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens?" Murong Xiaoyi demanded, clutching Moonlight, her expression extrely grave.
"Didn’t I tell you I have X-ray vision? Why won’t you believe !" Chen Xiaobei shrugged smugly. As he spoke, he was already processing the thod for using Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens that he had just acquired.
In essence, it boiled down to one word: fast.
When one’s speed reached a certain threshold, the True Qi released from the body would lower the surrounding air pressure, creating a near-vacuum state. Anyone caught in this environnt would experience greatly diminished senses, which is why they would see multiple afterimages. As one’s power increased, so too would the number of afterimages, with no upper limit.
Right now, Chen Xiaobei had completely grasped Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens. If he combined it with the Seven Star Tian Gang Step, the effect would be far beyond anything Murong Xiaoyi could produce.
Murong Xiaoyi’s lovely face was pale with anger. She huffed, "Don’t give that! I don’t believe you have X-ray vision. It looks like you just got lucky, but your luck won’t last! I must kill you today. I must!"
"Xiaoyi, stop!" Luo Qingcheng was dying of anxiety.
But she was just an ordinary person, completely unable to influence the situation. For the first ti in her life, she felt an intense longing for ancient martial arts.
If only I were as powerful as Murong Xiaoyi, couldn’t I help Chen Xiaobei? At least I wouldn’t need his protection all the ti, feeling like such a burden.
She couldn’t help but think of the female ghost by the river. She wondered if Chen Xiaobei had been pulling her leg, but she truly hoped she could one day be like him.
"Cousin, I’m sorry. I can listen to you about anything else, but not this!" Murong Xiaoyi’s expression was a mixture of conflict and determination. "Chen Xiaobei must die, or my master is dood!"
Seeing this, Murong Qi’s eyes glead with malice. "Murong Xiaoyi, yes! That’s it!" he said fiercely. "As long as you help cripple Chen Xiaobei, I’ll secretly give you ten Seven Extres Life-sustaining Pills. That’s enough to last your master for a year."
"I hope you keep your word."
These words were like a shot of adrenaline. Murong Xiaoyi flew toward Chen Xiaobei once again.
At the sa ti, Chen Xiaobei also moved. He executed the Seven Star Tian Gang Step, and his body shot into the air like a swallow. Following that, he released a formidable torrent of True Qi, compressing the surrounding air pressure to a critical point.
The most direct effect was Murong Xiaoyi feeling as if the very air she breathed was solidifying. Her feet felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move even a single step.
"What... what’s happening to ?" Murong Xiaoyi’s face turned pale with fear.
To her utter astonishnt, she watched as Chen Xiaobei’s figure split into two, then four, then eight, until finally, there were twelve of him. The twelve Chen Xiaobeis flew toward her from all directions like descending hailstones, leaving no blind spots.
"How is this possible!" Murong Xiaoyi scread, thinking she must be dreaming.
At that mont, she lost all courage to fight back. She could only stand there like a fool, watching the afterimages get closer and closer. Finally, she felt a strong hand grip her neck. A powerful sensation of suffocation washed over her, and Murong Xiaoyi was forced to one knee.
Looking up, she saw Chen Xiaobei gazing down at her triumphantly, his dirty hand grasping her fair neck.
"So, what do you think? Is my Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens more aweso than yours?"
With those words, Chen Xiaobei gave her a gentle push, and Murong Xiaoyi fell flat on her butt. She felt no pain, only shouted in amazent, "This... this is impossible! Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens is my master’s ultimate technique! She’s never taught it to anyone but . You can’t possibly know it! Impossible!"
Seeing her on the verge of a breakdown, Chen Xiaobei couldn’t have been more pleased. He clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Murong Xiaoyi, your perspective is too narrow. You can’t even begin to imagine how incredible I am!"
"You—" Murong Xiaoyi was so choked with anger she felt she could die.
Watching Murong Xiaoyi’s defeated expression, Chen Xiaobei felt incredibly satisfied. But he had no desire to bother with this neurotic woman. With his hands still behind his back, he strode toward Murong Qi.
"What... what are you going to do?" Murong Qi was so scared he wet himself. He said weakly, "I’m warning you, our Murong family has a Heaven-Level Martial Artist. If you dare touch , my father and my grandfather won’t let you off!"
"And what does that have to do with anything?" Chen Xiaobei smirked and scoffed. "I already told you to apologize to Qingcheng properly. Why did you insist on trying to act all tough in front of ? Don’t you know I hate it when people do that?"
As he finished speaking, Chen Xiaobei took a silver needle from his robes and, without warning, plunged it into Murong Qi’s chest.
"What did you do to ?" Murong Qi’s face turned deathly white.
Imdiately after, his chest felt as if it were being bitten by thousands of ants. The searing pain made him collapse to the ground.
"AAAH! It hurts! It’s killing ! AAAAAH! Chen Xiaobei, I... I swear this isn’t over! I’ll slaughter... Murong Xiaoyi, kill him for ! AAAAAH, I can’t take it anymore!"
Murong Qi rolled back and forth on the ground in agony. "Chen Xiaobei, I was wrong!" he cried, begging. "Please, spare ! I’ll do anything you say! Cousin, please, say sothing! I... I really know I was wrong now! I’ll never do it again!"
The intense agony caused Murong Qi to lose control of his bowels and bladder, a truly pathetic sight.
In the distance, the Luo grandfather and granddaughter stared at each other, their faces filled with shock. Luo Qingcheng’s pretty face flushed, her heart began to race, and a powerful surge of emotion washed over her.
As for Murong Xiaoyi, she was completely petrified. She knew Chen Xiaobei was formidable, but she never imagined he was *this* formidable. A single silver needle had reduced Murong Qi to a crying, screaming ss. If that needle were used on her, she dared not imagine how terrible the consequences would be.
But then, sothing even more terrifying happened.
She watched as Chen Xiaobei picked up the Moonlight dagger she had dropped and, as he spoke, moved as if to cut at Murong Qi’s crotch.
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