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None of the previous four keys felt this way. But with the fifth key, he suddenly felt explosively powerful. Even as he cried out, he took a step forward, and when he lunged at Xiao Qing to strike, a trendous rumbling could be heard.
The image of the Heavenly Demon behind him also launched an equally fierce attack, its power far surpassing that of Bai Xiaochun. It was an explosive outburst, seemingly capable of breaking anything into pieces. As he tired of Xiao Qing, even the air twisted and distorted.
Just as Xiao Qing was about to dodge, Yan Xiaobao’s charge suddenly extended his right hand, and a powerful gravitational force emanated from his palm as if gripping Xiao Qing’s neck.
Then, the hand turned into a fist. As strong waves spread out, the air vibrated, locking the entire area and preventing Xiao Qing from moving.
Xiao Qing’s eyes widened, and as he flickered in a spell-casting stance, he roared. A bright scarlet light instantly spread out, transforming into a massive, deep crimson Giant Sword, rushing straight at Yan Xiaobao!
Though all this took so ti to describe, it happened in the blink of an eye. Yan Xiaobao’s strike fell on Xiao Qing, and the deafening uproar resonated in all directions. Instantly, the two of them flew out, until they were 3000 ters apart. The ground was shattered and destroyed, a great wind rose up, shaking everything.
The blood sword shattered, and the Heavenly Demon Corpse split in two. Xiao Qing fell from the sky, and Yan Xiaobao spat out blood from his mouth.
When the dust settled, Xiao Qing walked from afar, with a gray face, looking at Bai Xiaochun, his eyes gleaming, while Bai Xiaochun was currently wiping blood from his mouth. Yan Xiaobao had consud more than half of his stored energy and no longer felt about to explode. anwhile, he stood there gazing at Xiao Qing, his physical strength seed to grow stronger.
"Satisfied with the fight so far, Xiao Qing?!" Yan Xiaobao said with a smile, his eyes filled with bloodstains.
Xiao Qing did not respond. From Yan Xiaobao’s explosive attack, he just felt a sense of danger, partly due to his physical strength, and partly due to other reasons from Yan Xiaobao that made him completely uneasy.
"He must still be hiding sothing!" he thought. Although he still had confidence to kill Yan Xiaobao, he knew he was likely to get seriously injured in the process. By now, in the trial by fire, most others had reached the point where they had to fight to the death. However, Xiao Qing knew about Xue i’s secret plan, and everything happening now was just a smokescreen. Therefore, he was not ready to risk his life.
There was another reason for making such a decision. Xiao Qing glanced at a place far away from Yan Xiaobao, then turned and left without saying another word.
Yan Xiaobao did not take any action to stop him; in fact, seeing him leave, he felt sowhat relieved. Just like that, he turned and looked in the direction Xiao Qing had just left, his eyes gleaming brightly.
"You’ve been shadowing , brother. Why don’t you show yourself?"
As the air distorted, laughter echoed, as if soone were warping the space itself with magic items. A frail middle-aged man appeared, a hunched-back man, radiating a feeling, from the mont Yan Xiaobao stared at him, comparable to Xiao Qing.
Yan Xiaobao had seen this person before among Song Junwan’s Dharma Protectors. However, no one, not even Song Qu, seed to have noticed him concealing the true power of his cultivation base. He was one of Song Junwan’s aces, similar to Xiao Qing.
Yan Xiaobao’s eyes widened a bit. As far as he knew, this person was an important reason for Xiao Qing’s escape.
"I am your humble servant, Song Zhen...." the man said with a gruff voice. He looked Yan Xiaobao up and down, still a bit unsure that he was worthy to be one of Song Junwan’s Dharma Protectors. As he knew, there was sothing else going on between Song Junwan and Nightcrypt. That was the only explanation for why she brought him along.
"I am not a gambler," he said slowly and calmly. "Nor do I want to be obliterated by the winds of this place. I prefer to stitch things up. Soon, thirteen hours will pass. Let have the seventh blood key, and I will not act against you."
Yan Xiaobao thought for a mont, then nodded. "Of course. Once the seventh key appears, I’ll back off. But don’t forget, those thugs like to pursue . Whether you can catch it depends on you. If you’re slow, I don’t want to hear any complaints."
Song Zhen chuckled, then said: "Don’t worry, Nightcrypt brother. As long as you don’t intentionally absorb the key, I’ll snatch it once it appears. However, if you do take action, don’t bla for failing."
"Why don’t we sit down and ditate while we wait for the thirteenth hour?"
Yan Xiaobao was pleased with the idea. Although these keys were extrely helpful for his cultivation, overall, the Blood Flow Sect was a Holy Land for his Undying Manual. In his view, there was no need to engage in a dangerous battle with this person over a single key.
Regarding the threat of becoming a loser and being eliminated, Yan Xiaobao was actually not worried at all. After all the strange things that happened inside the Ancestor’s body, he was confident that no matter who else got killed, he definitely wouldn’t...
He was at ease, sitting cross-legged to ditate. In case Song Zhen did sothing unexpected, he remained vigilant, adjusting his cultivation base slightly, slowly recovering while increasing his physical strength.
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