The Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon is suspended in mid-air, his upper body showcasing a fine, muscular silhouette.
However, what’s truly eye-catching is the tattoo on his body... it’s a dragon!
The dragon’s head rests on his shoulder, its eyes blood-red and nacing, exuding an eerie aura that seems to devour the soul.
The dragon’s tail coils around his arm, extending to the little finger.
The entire body of the dragon must be hidden on his back, its scales vividly detailed in a bluish hue.
At this mont, the entire tattoo is emanating steam, as if enveloping the Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon in mist and clouds.
Thus, this punch of the Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon seems to stretch out from within the mist.
The dragon’s tail sweeps, carrying formidable montum!
At this critical mont, Chu Qing’s Sword Intent is pressing forward, intent on striking down the Bitter-faced Ascetic with a single sword strike.
This punch arrives now, a classic ’Besieging Wei to Rescue Zhao’ tactic.
Determined to kill, Chu Qing is bound to take damage from this punch.
Yet if he withdraws, he must face the assault of two people.
The Bitter-faced Ascetic, understanding the situation, looks at Chu Qing, his eyes beneath the mask asking clearly... what will you choose?
Chu Qing’s lips curl beneath his mask.
He doesn’t want to follow the path set by others!
Everything changes in this instant, the surroundings rendered entirely black and white.
The swirling dust clouds in mid-air, the dry leaves stirred up by Sword Qi and Inner Strength, and the Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon in mid-air.
At this mont, it all seems to stand still.
The Bitter-faced Ascetic’s expression changes, sensing the alterations around him, yet unaware of their origin.
He tries to think, but finds his ability to do so painfully slow.
When he realizes that this is caused by Chu Qing and is an exceedingly strange martial art... his eyes widen in terror.
He forgot to defend against Chu Qing’s sword!
Buzz!!!
The sharp Sword Qi, carrying Chu Qing’s imnse Inner Strength, pierces through the heart of the Bitter-faced Ascetic.
The Sword Qi charges onward, not only piercing through the Bitter-faced Ascetic, but also bursting through the rock wall behind him.
Under the night sky, from a high vantage point, one could see a piercing beam of sword light, traversing the entire Ghost God Gorge, crossing over a hundred feet before stabbing into the opposite mountain wall.
A fleeting glimpse of amazent!!
Bang!!!!
The punch from the Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon finally lands.
In that brief instant, his Inner Strength never wavered.
Thus, the ti Heaven and Earth Lose Color held him was not long...
This punch finally lands, but it fails to hit Chu Qing.
The fist strikes the ground, but Chu Qing’s form is nowhere to be seen.
Leaving only the Bitter-faced Ascetic behind.
The Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon stands upright, coming to the side of the Bitter-faced Ascetic:
"Ascetic, today we shall first kill the Night Emperor, then slay Tie Lingyun!"
However, as the words leave his mouth, there is no response.
The Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon starts, turning to look at the Bitter-faced Ascetic beside him, only to find him still with palms pressed together, silent and motionless.
"At a ti like this, you’re still..."
Mid-sentence, the Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon pats him on the shoulder.
With a thud, the Bitter-faced Ascetic falls over.
Imdiately following, Chu Qing’s voice reaches the ears of the Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon:
"If I’m not mistaken, the techniques you use should originate from the ’Celestial Map Pavilion’ of North Ridge.
"It’s said that disciples within the Celestial Map Pavilion have a special ink tattooed onto their bodies.
"This ink, combined with martial arts, manifests visibly once activated.
"Through special techniques, the dicinal properties of the tattoo can be stimulated, thereby unleashing one’s potential and escalating strength, Inner Strength, speed, and physical power to a terrifying degree in a short ti fra.
"This martial art has a beautiful na... ’Ink Dyeing Sky Cyan Technique’...
"It seems your true identity is that of a disciple from the Celestial Map Pavilion.
"To have a dragon tattooed on your body, you must not be a common character.
"Might I ask your esteed na?"
The Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon, with a darkened face, turns around and indeed sees Chu Qing standing not far away with his sword in hand.
The words carry an air of slight leisure.
The Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon has no intention to answer Chu Qing; he knows what Chu Qing is thinking.
From the mont they t today, Chu Qing used a Flying Saber to kill Granny Withered Butterfly.
Then, without giving him a mont to react, ca directly to kill him with a sword.
If not for the Bitter-faced Ascetic saving him, he’d have been dead long ago.
Now the Bitter-faced Ascetic is dead, why would Chu Qing be so kind as to stand here chatting idly with him?
The intent is deep, he must yearn to kill him instantly.
The only reason to chat... is to wait for the dicinal potency of his tattoo to dissipate.
All thods of amplifying one’s potential have ti limits.
When the ti limit is reached, weakness is inevitable.
If he doesn’t seize this peak mont to face off against Chu Qing, is he to wait weakly for death?
"Do you think I’ll fall for your ploy?"
He walks with the gait of a dragon, charging boldly forward, opting for an aggressive approach.
But just as he is about to reach Chu Qing, within arm’s reach of touching him.
The surrounding heaven and earth suddenly lose their colors once more.
Everything is frozen in place...
"Ah, how did I forget?"
Yes, he still has this move...he doesn’t need to wait for his ti limit.
In this world of black and white, Chu Qing raises his sword and strikes.
The sword blade swiftly pierces through the throat of the Scholar with the Tattooed Dragon.
He sheathes the sword.
Every movent is carried out with such ease, as if it wasn’t a matter of life and death.
Instead, there’s an effortless elegance, like a leisurely stroll.
His sword was already swift, and in the realm where Heaven and Earth Lose Color, no one could block his strike.
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