Capítulo 936: Chapter 453: A Path of Unbroken Mistakes
Qin Ming was brimming with fighting spirit, as if he erged bathed in the Fierce Sun, clad in a radiance ford by the Immortal Tao scripture. With Divine Wisdom, Heavenly Light, and consciousness rging into one, he went all out.
His left hand ford a palm and the right a fist, both dazzling and terrifyingly encircled by Sacred Evil, causing the Night Fog to burst open. Before him was nothing but brilliance; in the world, only blinding light remained!
Li Heng “argued with reason” and naturally also exerted himself to the fullest, with his Spiritual Field expanding outward from his center, seemingly twisting the Void.
However, at this mont, his hackles rose, as if facing a ferocious night beast escaping from the Abyss, a strong sense of unease deep in his heart.
Yet, with the arrow on the string, he had no choice but to release, with no retreat to speak of.
In an instant of contact, Li Heng experienced a sensation akin to being devoured by a giant beast; his Spiritual Field was torn apart, and the Divine Embryo seated within the “field” was lanting.
His scalp tingled, his heart pounded, and a sense of dread arose; he knew he couldn’t withstand this person.
How could the light emanating from the opponent’s fist be more terrifying than Sword Evil? Indestructible, it instantly pierced through his Spiritual Field and tore apart his Domain.
Furthermore, Li Heng felt a draft in his chest, even his body was penetrated by that fist light, leaving a large, translucent fist-sized hole.
His shattered organs, broken ribs, and copious blood flowing out, along with his cracked body, assembled into a frightening sense of fragntation.
Li Heng was sent flying, crashing into the dilapidated courtyard dozens of ters away, his entire body stained with blood, almost exploding on the spot. His body was riddled with countless cracks.
At this mont, if he stepped into the Sea of Night Fog, a slight breeze would blow him into pieces.
At the mont Qin Ming struck, a surge of emotion rose in him. He ranked top in the Third Realm of the New List and had fought through a cadre of masters from the Black Tower Civilization to earn rewards like the Wishing Pool. Now soone dare to intercept, boasting about being preordained.
Yet after striking, he felt sowhat bewildered, and muttered to himself, “Is this it?”
At this point, Li Heng was overwheld, shocked, fearful, and bitter. Various emotions intertwined, rendering him unable to believe what he had just experienced.
It was rely an encounter, and he was already crippled. His face turned deathly pale, with cracks radiating from the fist hole, spreading into his internal organs and reaching his face.
Even his cheeks and forehead bore bloody marks, making him resemble a porcelain that could shatter at any mont, likely to fall apart with a gentle touch.
“I think, I misunderstood sothing.” He spoke with difficulty, his face bitter. What kind of monster was this? How could he possibly be the kind of person he thought he was!
In reality, Li Heng was very strong, otherwise, he wouldn’t dare tread this path.
He endured Qin Ming’s full-strength blow, clearly no re mortal.
Qin Ming looked at him, then down at his own hands, silent for a long ti, feeling a sense of spatial dislocation. Had he fought a fake Saint?
Li Heng was horrified, now seeing clearly that the opponent’s fist was entwined with multiple Sacred Evils, already rged into one, comparable to the strongest Sword Evil, at least over eight. No wonder the fist light alone could tear and penetrate him.
He couldn’t help but inhale the Night Fog, only for it to leak out through the huge hole in his chest. His expression stiffened, filled with shock. Even an Unparalleled Sword Immortal couldn’t rge more Sacred Evils than this, could they?
What kind of person had he encountered? He felt the youth on this Saint’s path could probably rival the prince, with unrivaled talent.
Qin Ming spoke, “Could it be that you are the one with connections?”
Otherwise, how to explain, how could soone on such a difficult path be this weak?
Li Heng was naturally very strong, but far from the formidable enemy Qin Ming imagined. He thought it would require a bloody battle, a life-and-death struggle.
“This… is!” Li Heng responded brazenly. In terms of strength, he was qualified to walk this path, but he indeed used connections to learn about the Wishing Pool’s reopening, hence the hurried attempt to get involved.
Qin Ming pondered for a whole ten breaths but still couldn’t fathom why such a person would dare to challenge him.
Li Heng arrived with great montum, high posture, full of confidence, but ultimately it turned into a battle for survival.
This left Qin Ming utterly bewildered. Where did the other party’s confidence co from? He had to remain silent for another ten breaths.
Li Heng quickly spoke, “Brother, with heaven-given talent, don’t argue with like this. I previously misunderstood you, thinking that the Wishing Pool was preordained for you.”
“It was originally ant for ,” Qin Ming said.
“…” Li Heng was at a loss for words. This formidable competitor was frighteningly powerful but also spoke with complete dominance, not even concealing any prearrangent.
He felt stifled and said, “In this Separate Courtyard, only victory and defeat are distinguished, life and death are not. I concede.”
As he spoke, he blinked his peach-blossom eyes, enduring intense pain to smile, trying to add so friendliness.
Li Heng was very handso and had cultivated a special Spiritual Domain, developed a Divine Embryo. His every move normally influenced the minds around him, adding to his appeal.
“Your lousy peach blossom, don’t wink at !” Qin Ming warned.
Then, he communicated briefly with Li Heng, asking about the situation, why he dared intercept his Wishing Pool.
Li Heng sighed inwardly; this opponent, who had borrowed a body, was indeed audacious, constantly emphasizing that the Wishing Pool was his “private domain.”
He had to respond patiently, saying what could be said, quickly glossing over what couldn’t, to deal with this person.
But then he took another slap, even his skull forming fine cracks, leaking blood. His face turned pale; he quickly bowed his head, maintaining a respectful attitude, not daring to be perfunctory anymore.
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