"I will take your corpse to the family tomb, which can be considered fulfilling your last wish. The woman you see last in your life will be , which is worth your consolation."
Chen Yi took a deep breath; it seed there was nothing left to discuss.
What he desired, the proud Qin Qingluo would not give. Since it had to be a fight to the death, he was already prepared to seize it.
In the blink of an eye, Hou Kang Sword appeared from the void.
His sword resurfaced again.
Qin Qingluo’s eyes narrowed slightly, her aura circulating.
However, her spear did not appear.
The Prince glanced at Chen Yi.
The latter grinned, the smile was as repulsive as possible,
"I forgot to tell you, my Heart Lake is also my world,"
"Sorry about my unfair advantage."
...
Before Chen Yi finished speaking, Hou Kang Sword transford into a cold stream of light, thrusting straight at Qin Qingluo’s face.
Qin Qingluo’s pupils, with their golden vertical line, suddenly contracted like needles.
The spear was not in hand, the hand held no spear, yet there was still a spear in the heart.
Not only did she not retreat, she even stepped forward against the sword light, her tall body twisting like a giant python, waist and hips twisting, energy instantaneously connecting through the spine, fingers closed like a spear tip, arm straightened like a spear shaft, the energy, spirit, and vigor of her entire being condensed at a point!
Hiss!
The fist edge broke through the air, bringing with it a sharp, spear-like whistle.
There was no spear form, yet the soul of the spear, the Martial Intent of the spear, and the lethality of the spear were present.
This spearless yet spear-like strike vaguely approached the threshold of the Third Rank.
For so reason, his words seed to bring Qin Qingluo so kind of epiphany, bringing her closer to the Third Rank.
A trace of surprise flashed in Chen Yi’s eyes, imdiately replaced by solemnity. The sword montum remained unchanged, but his wrist subtly flicked, the sword tip tracing a mysterious arc, avoiding the terrifyingly penetrative fist edge spear intent, slanting towards Qin Qingluo’s wrist pulse gate.
A cold and sharp curve appeared at the corner of Qin Qingluo’s mouth, the fist montum unrelenting, yet her wrist flicked eerily like a spirit snake.
Clang.
A sound not like tal clashing, but more like golden jade striking, resounded sharply.
Her fist back, with an inconceivable angle and speed, precisely smashed onto the spine of Hou Kang Sword, as if it were not flesh and blood, but a gun’s tail forged from tempered steel.
A trendous force surged, Hou Kang Sword emitted a mournful vibration, the sword body jarred to the side, Chen Yi felt a spiral-like domineering force traveling along the sword, penetrating his arm bone, his entire arm instantly going numb.
Such domineering Fist Gang, such pure Spear Intent, and the most comndable was that it all fused into one.
Gaining advantage with one move, Qin Qingluo’s offensive was like a storm, her form approaching, her fists like two short spears, thrusting, sweeping, collapsing, smashing! Layers upon layers of fist shadows, each strike carrying a sharp whistle tearing the air.
The waters of Heart Lake exploded under her feet, furrowed by invisible Fist Gang Spear Intent, water waves soared high, then torn into floating mist by even more violent energy.
To counter her onslaught, Chen Yi’s sword montum abruptly beca dense and viscous, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, or rcury pouring down, instantaneously weaving an invisible sword net. The sword light no longer a sharp line, but transford into countless rotating arcs, layer upon layer, entwining and strangling.
Qin Qingluo’s unmatched fierce Spear Intent Fist Gang collided into this layered sword net whirlpool, like a mud ox entering the sea, visibly slowing down to the naked eye, the brutal force being drawn, dissipated, and worn away by countless subtle Sword Qi.
Qin Qingluo snorted coldly, her eyes filled with even more viciousness, "Petty trick."
Her fists suddenly pulled back and released, changing fists into palms, five fingers like hooks, palms flipping like two venomous pythons erging from a cave, targeting the weak points of the circulating sword net, seemingly about to forcefully tear apart these layers of sword montum.
Rip!
The Heart Lake Space seed to be torn open by invisible claws! The resilient sword net Chen Yi had set up was torn open with brute ’Claw Spear’ force!
A hand covered in green scales, entwined with purple electric light, like a poison dragon’s claw, reached through the sword net gap, carrying a biting chill, directly targeting Chen Yi’s heart, the fingertips gathering a terrifying spear glow capable of piercing tal and stone!
Qin Qingluo’s face curled into a sinister smile.
He was about to lose.
On this day three years later, after breaking her spear, he was finally about to be defeated by her.
The vertical pupils could already clearly see, Chen Yi’s hair standing on end, and the sharp claw wind that reached first left clear tears on his lapel.
Her spear light was inches away from Chen Yi, however, it suddenly stopped, only because a sentence suddenly fell into her ear:
"Father?"
The unstoppable spear light stagnated for an instant, and the subsequent backlash almost split her arm with blood, she looked over in fright and confusion.
Qin Yue... seed to be awakened from a dream, her eyes unable to open, trying to reach forward.
The tall woman turned her head to face the person, her heart almost splitting.
But the person just smiled and said,
"Prince, I’ve apologized to you before, I said... it’s a victory without honor."
.......
Chen Yi didn’t like hearing the Prince call him a bitch.
Being called a despicable person is fine, being called heartless is bearable, he can endure being called harsh and ungrateful, but being called a bitch, that’s hard to bear, second only to Yin Tingxue calling him arrogant.
Qin Qingluo could argue well, but he actually wanted to duel him fairly, truly to break the sword with the spear and to perfect the Martial Intent, even to reach Third Rank.
If that’s the case, then if he used so outside tricks, wouldn’t that be letting down her "bitch" comnt?
Chen Yi turned his face, looking at the sleepy Qin Yue, complex emotions arose, not expecting that in the end he’d still have to involve his daughter.
Even if it’s just in a dream.
Dostic matters are countless and hard to resolve, so he had previously discussed a three-step plan with the ancestor: the first step is for the ancestor to suppress, while he cos forward to protect; the second step is to express heartfelt concerns, share difficulties, and resolve emotional knots; the last step is to bring the child out.
In front of children, even if a couple is like water and fire, it’s hard to fully break faces, only able to pause their internal conflicts temporarily.
If the first step can settle things, it’s naturally a great joy, and if the second can end it, it still doesn’t lose face for the couple, but it’s unfortunate things went to the last step.
The ancestor had no choice but to also give dreams to Qin Yue, while Chen Yi pulled her into the Heart Lake space to hide.
Qin Yue was drowsy and didn’t know what was happening, only feeling her eyes unable to open, with two blurry figures in front, one was father, the other... unknown, yet giving her an indescribable familiarity and closeness.
"Qin Yue, hide behind ."
The tall woman’s face was as calm as water.
Father calling her na for the first ti, Qin Yue instinctively wanted to run to him, but after just a few steps, the person slightly gestured, and Qin Yue uncontrollably flew in a completely different direction, landing in front of that person.
Qin Yue felt scared, tightly closing her eyes, while his hand pressed down, lightly stroking her head, softly saying:
"Look, you’ve grown so much."
The tall woman already struck in horror, a terrifying purple lightning flashed across the Heart Lake again!
However, her mind was chaotic, and this rush-for-success move was full of flaws everywhere.
Chen Yi easily found a spot, needing no sword, just a light fingertip touch.
With two fingers, he intercepted her fist peak in mid-air.
Qin Qingluo still wanted to exert force, yet the two fingers saw the Sword Qi enter the orifice, her arm now bulging with veins, still completely immobile, her complexion growing paler.
That person seed to apply a bit of force, Qin Qingluo, even using all her strength, ultimately was pressed by his fingers to kneel on the ground.
This tall woman, once again knelt before him, just like that ti.
Qin Yue’s breath grew inexplicably rapid, wanting to open her eyes to see, but Chen Yi had already covered Qin Yue’s eyes, allowing his daughter to clench her fists and struggle in his embrace, yet still holding on tightly.
His mood was indeed complex, not even as rational as he had planned beforehand.
Qin Qingluo struggled to raise her head, that person’s face, now pulling a playful smile.
Also pulling up her long-lost, almost smoothed by ti’s offspring, painful mories.
"Don’t hit my father!"
Qin Yue yelled with tearing eyes, her fists trembling, yet still tightly held.
Looking at the complexion of his daughter, Chen Yi’s lips moved slightly, and after a long ti he said:
"I won’t hit her."
"Dad... won’t hit her."
"Dad can’t... hit her."
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