The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 632 - 360 The Result of the First Encounter

But although the expression of the Black-clothed Man was extrely ugly, his footsteps were still stable; his left hand had already released Young Master Qingji, and at this mont he had grabbed the Tusk Blade aiming at his neck. Even the sharpest blade needs to hit its target to be effective. His quick reflexes were like pinning down a venomous snake by its vital point, rendering the Tusk unable to pose any further threats to him.

Following closely, he also clenched his right fist tightly and collided directly with her swiftly striking left fist like lightning.

It was as if an invisible wave, centered on these two persons and spreading faster than the speed of sound, passed by, shattering rocks and snapping trees, while the crows and autumn insects fell silent— the scene was no less devastating than the destruction caused by the earlier Wind and Fire Tornado.

Just as this shocking wave was emitted, Xing Da had his top of the skull broken by Feng Shiyu. Everyone in the arena was stunned for a mont, and Miluo glanced in this direction, exclaiming: "Quick, go help!" He had already heard noises from this direction, but everyone had been firmly held back in the arena by Xing Da’s life-risking strike. Now, with one look, he saw the petite figure fighting the Black-clothed Man—it was Ning Xiaoxian!

At that mont, he suddenly felt his soul was flying outside the Heaven. This Black-clothed Man was capricious and unpredictable, having made Xing Da suddenly go mad with a re tap, being completely out of his senses—who knew how many more formidable techniques he had yet to employ? Ning Xiaoxian’s cultivation was not profound compared to the others present; how could she possibly fight against him?

His heart strangely twisted, marked by panic and tenderness, so complex that even his usually proud analytical ability couldn’t dissect his current psychological state. This kind of feeling was foreign to him, as if it had been lost on a rainy night many, many years ago and had never resurfaced.

The fists of the Black-clothed Man and Ning Xiaoxian collided. One big and one small, one black and one white, the contrast was stark. In the mont of collision, the surroundings seed to quiet down.

After Ning Xiaoxian swung that punch, she could hardly believe the power was her own. Her entire arm was gently enveloped by Gang Qi, ensuring it wouldn’t suffer too much damage, but the power transmitted from her body, mixed with the heat of her Innate True Fire, passed through her fist in a spiral pattern, much like the Wind and Fire Tornado unleashed by Bai Songhan. The difference was that everyone could see his Wind and Fire Tornado, but only the Black-clothed Man could feel hers.

At the sa ti, the Divine Skills imbued in the Black-clothed Man’s fist also transmitted over, and like him, it exuded a Yin Cold Power. It was as cold as the deepest and coldest part under the Antarctica’s ice that hasn’t lted for thousands of years, wherever it passed, it destructively eradicated vitality. If it were the current Ning Xiaoxian, she probably wouldn’t even grunt, and even if she wouldn’t die from this strike, she would be frozen into a large block of ice.

But at this mont, the person controlling her body was Changtian. She only felt the alchemy fire inside her being mobilized as if it preemptively knew the path of the Yin Cold Power, blocking the entry way of the ridians first, preventing it from passing through. Her alchemy fire was only at small success, not very powerful, and ordinarily insufficient to counter this caliber of Divine Skills, but Changtian decisively extracted Divine Power stored in her inner core as a copious fuel to feed the alchemy fire.

Her alchemy fire, as if suddenly doused with gasoline, blazed fiercely, completely burning away the Yin Cold Power that penetrated her body, and then firmly controlled the last trace of Yin Cold Power, pulling it into the inner core.

At this mont, she had a clear epiphany. Originally, she thought the faster the Divine Power operated in her body, the better, but under Changtian’s control, it actually slowed down, special and rhythmic, As You Wish but without any waste, every drop of Divine Power used was just right. She understood in her heart that such a realm, even though she could aspire and comprehend, she didn’t know how many battles she’d have to undergo to reach it—like a well-kneaded dough, in the hands of an ordinary housewife it might only beco dumplings, mantous, buns, wontons, at most hand-pulled noodles, but in the hands of a skilled chef, that is the embryo of thousands of kinds of pastry and cakes, a convergence of thousands of flavors. But does the housewife not know the dough can produce so many varieties? She knows, it’s just that her Heart Power is insufficient, and she is daunted by the thought.

This is the vast difference in vision, experience, exposure, and realm.

Although it may seem redundant to say so, all these events occurred in the blink of an eye.