Chapter 1125: Chapter 169: Smoke Without Injury
With effort, Song Haoran pushed away a piece of rubble pressing on his body and glanced at Princess Chuyang, who lay on the ground—there were no apparent injuries.
But one thing wasn’t right… the Suihou Pearl had somehow fallen into Princess Chuyang’s hand.
Probably at the moment he flew forward and tackled her—Princess Chuyang was now looking at Song Haoran with a playful expression.
Young Master Song took a deep breath and spoke earnestly, “Princess, you’ve already seen my body… you need to take responsibility!”
“If you don’t get up, I’ll tear you limb from limb,” Princess Chuyang merely sneered coldly.
Song Haoran shrugged, continued to push away the rubble on his body, and observed the chaos within the medical station hall—no doubt, the sudden entry of the white-clad, sword-wielding woman had made things quite chaotic here.
However, with the principle of ‘the enemy of my enemy may bee a friend’, Song Haoran chose to stay put for the time being—in the corridor, several Song Family warriors were temporarily hidden. Upon seeing Song Haoran’s glance, they hid even more cautiously.
In another place, Song Haoran and Princess Chuyang’s little interactions hadn’t escaped the notice of the man in yellow robe, Gongsun Wuwo, and Gong Fanxing, but they couldn’t afford to pay attention at the moment.
Facing the white-clad woman… the pressure brought by Qin Chuyu pelled the man in yellow robe to frown, “Who is this woman?”
Gong Fanxing smiled slightly, “Master, she is the disciple of Taibai I’ve mentioned to you before… it’s said that she once belonged to the Heavenly Fox Clan among the demons, originally an Eight-tail Heavenly Fox, but willingly abandoned her demon body to bee a human. I have a little grudge with her over some matters, and I didn’t expect this little girl to be so relentless.”
The man in yellow robe nodded with a calm expression, “Well then, I’ll leave it to you to handle.”
Gong Fanxing nodded, then turned to Qin Chuyu with a charming smile, “Little girl, you’re back to challenge me again so quickly? You’ve learned a few moves of Taibai’s sword, but the skill is not quite there yet.”
Qin Chuyu coldly sneered, showing little expression, and slowly wielded her ancient sword, Qinglian Sword Song.
The sword’s resonant sound was clear as if resembling the sound of jade bamboo striking the heart’s fountain… within the medical station, countless green glimmers moved, turning into tangible sword Qi.
Song Haoran felt dazed by these sword Qi, faintly sensing their sharpness, but Princess Chuyang’s expression changed slightly, showing a heavy look.
Over there, Gong Fanxing and Gongsun Wuwo also realized the extraordinary nature of these sword gleams.
Gong Fanxing immediately squinted, “You’ve made progress in such a short time.”
Qin Chuyu calmly said, “There’s something you might have misunderstood… this sword still belongs to my master. I can only unleash a tenth of its power at most, and that’s only now.”
“Oh, little girl, you’re intending to go all out against me?” Gong Fanxing said leisurely… in the Penglai Treasury, Qin Chuyu hadn’t yet activated the Qinglian Sword Song to such an extent.
Seeing the strength of the sword qi indeed made Gong Fanxing wonder if Qin Chuyu forcefully increased her power through some secret technique—of course, such secret techniques often have significant side effects.
“All out?” Qin Chuyu shook her head, “I could naturally unleash to this extent… I said you misunderstood because you simply didn’t know who was outside the Penglai Palace square at the time.”
Qin Chuyu hadn’t wanted to unleash the full power of the Qinglian Sword Song at that time—it’s just that the Qinglian Sword Song was extremely resistant and unwilling then.
Though she criticized the sword’s behavior, since it was her master’s sword, Qin Chuyu couldn’t say much.
But now it’s different… because a certain boss isn’t here, the Qinglian Sword Song’s pride returned in an instant!
“Last time, it was less than a thousandth of the Qinglian Sword Song’s power…” Qin Chuyu coldly hummed, swinging the Qinglian Sword Song, and the numerous green sword gleams halted instantly, turning and pointing directly at Gong Fanxing!
“Oh… I’m curious to see how much true skill Taibai’s most cherished disciple has inherited.” Gong Fanxing immediately emitted several massive waves of true strength.
The sect she once belonged to is one of the rare few that practices martial arts to enter the Way!
“Wuwuo, watch over Master; I’ll deal with this little girl!” At that instant, Gong Fanxing soared into the sky, rising instantly above the medical station.
Qin Chuyu followed suit swiftly, and hundreds of thousands of green sword gleams also soared into the sky at that moment, extremely spectacular!
Song Haoran whistled softly, lowered his hand from his forehead, “Looks like real enemies have e knocking.”
Song Haoran actually knows how to gauge the situation… every mission could encounter sudden events; although he seems carefree in ordinary days, without ensuring to protect or at least preserve his side during hazards, he couldn’t gradually earn the Song Family warriors’ recognition.
At this time, the appearance of the white-clad woman, challenging and taking one from the man in yellow robe’s side, naturally eased much of Song Haoran’s pressure—the remaining were the yellow-robed man who claimed to be Elder Chen and the burly Gongsun Wuwo.
Perhaps Qin Chuyu was much stronger now pared to when in the Penglai Treasury, but Gongsun Wuwo believed Gong Fanxing could still handle it—following an order from the man in yellow robe, Gongsun Wuwo kept executing it.
He needed the man in yellow robe to stay alive.
From extreme stillness to motion at lightning speed, Gongsun Wuwo’s sudden move surprised Song Haoran—when he reacted, he only felt a force attacking from his side.
Gongsun Wuwo unleashed a simple whip-like kick, and Song Haoran could only reluctantly fold his arms to block it… this was still due to his innate strong intuition.
This intuition, surpassing his natural reaction ability, allowed him to momentarily withstand Gongsun Wuwo’s unexpected swift strike!
“You are a good warrior!” Gongsun Wuwo sneered, “Don’t worry, I won’t ruin you… after all, you still need to give your all to the Master; it would be a pity if you died!”
Though Song Haoran bore the whip-like kick hard, he ultimately couldn’t resist Gongsun Wuwo’s overwhelming power, and his body was once again swept, crashing directly against the wall.
Upon hearing this, Young Master Song wiped the blood off his lips with fingers, “A game of cat and mouse… looks like I’m the mouse this time.”
Gongsun Wuwo pressed his fists, meanwhile cautiously observing Princess Chuyang’s movements… yet Princess Chuyang seemed unconcerned, appearing indifferent to Song Haoran’s life and death.
Gongsun Wuwo once more attacked Song Haoran.
Young Master Song took a deep breath, preparing to resist desperately, when suddenly Princess Chuyang’s voice echoed in his ear.
—Relax your mind, don’t think about anything.
But surprisingly to Gongsun Wuwo, Song Haoran managed to block once again… not only that, but Song Haoran’s body twisted with an unusual angle, punching toward Gongsun Wuwo’s Qihai acupoint!
This punch’s force wasn’t enough to break through Gongsun Wuwo’s defense, but it stunned him… because at that moment, he felt the punch contained a series of nine consecutive waves of power.
The power layered upon each other, ultimately stacking nine layers, making it significantly powerful!
“Phoenix Dance Nine Strikes?” Gongsun Wuwo furrowed his brows, surprised, “You… you also know martial arts from Xuanyuan Palace?”
Song Haoran didn’t respond, once again delivering an extremely skillful punch, again with that peculiar technique, catching Gongsun Wuwo off guard—Song Haoran forced Gongsun Wuwo back for the first time.
Young Master Song wasn’t particularly pleased with this—because, although the actions were his, they weren’t guided by his own will.
Because… it was Princess Chuyang, secretly controlling his body!
It was as if his brain had been taken over by someone else at that moment… Princess Chuyang. It was a rather peculiar feeling, as though Princess Chuyang’s consciousness infiltrated his body and pletely seized control over it.
Whether it was the flow of internal strength or using the techniques to attack Gongsun Wuwo, everything seemed tempered and refined!
Under the mand of Princess Chuyang’s will, Song Haoran’s hands moved, creating countless shadows of palms!
Facing these countless palm shadows, Gongsun Wuwo showed a serious expression for the first time, “Exquisite Palm, Dry Sky Dragon Claw Hand, Flying Star Nine Rotation Seal, Innate Bagua Qiankun Palm…”
A string of martial arts names spouted from Gongsun Wuwo’s mouth, some of which were unfamiliar to him… What excited Gongsun Wuwo was that these palm prints were not mere imitations; each and every one of them had reached an advanced level!
Originally a martial artist of passion, encountering dozens of exquisite palm techniques at once—someone capable of applying so many different techniques simultaneously and enhanced with the Phoenix Dance Nine Strikes was genuinely stirring his battle instincts to the peak!
Gongsun Wuwo let out a laugh and punched directly, his overwhelming aura like a tiger devouring heaven, destroying the frenzied palm prints one after another!
However, the prints struck out from Song Haoran’s hands grew increasingly plex and dense, seemingly infinite… Pure power could not seal Gongsun Wuwo’s fists, yet superior skill wove different palm techniques into a web, entangling Gongsun Wuwo, leaving his formidable strength no chance to fully unleash!
“You brat! This manner feels like a woman’s! If you are a man, face me and fight intensely for three hundred rounds!” Gongsun Wuwo roared angrily and burst out his internal strength, instantly breaking free from the web of palm techniques!
It’s a woman fighting with you!
Song Haoran thought to himself—however, he had no time for verbal sparring with Gongsun Wuwo.
While his body was controlled by Princess Chuyang, the movement of internal strength still followed his body’s operations, including all the exquisite palm techniques.
Young Master Song was frantically memorizing each move of his body, every trajectory of strength flow with his incredible memory, leaving no room for anything else!
Nonetheless, Song Haoran stopped striking with palms, instead, he began to circle around Gongsun Wuwo, employing a series of extraordinary steps that transitioned fluidly like flowing water, leaving no sign!
Gongsun Wuwo had never fought such a stifling battle, with immense cultivation being pletely cornered by someone two levels below him, making him furious!
“Damn you!!!!”
Gongsun Wuwo roared, his fist no longer aimed at Song Haoran, but heavily struck the floor!
Instantly, half of the medical station collapsed, the shattered floor disrupting Song Haoran’s steps, offering Gongsun Wuwo the chance to fiercely punch toward Song Haoran’s chest!
This solid punch was unavoidable for Song Haoran, directly sending him tumbling into the medical station wreckage—Gongsun Wuwo’s ferociousness had been awakened, without a word he stepped on the air and charged into the medical station’s ruins, “Hahaha, brat, aren’t you resilient! e on, continue your antics!! Let’s see how many moves you have left!”
Meanwhile, due to Gongsun Wuwo’s wide-ranging destruction, Princess Chuyang had retreated to the edge of the collapsed medical station, opening her eyes slowly and exhaling softly, “To train to this level with Shocking World Fist, he truly is a genius… is he on a path of dominance.”
As for Song Haoran, she was no longer concerned.
Though this man escorted her out of the underground palace, to Princess Chuyang, he was merely a utilizable modern person with some value.
The traits of an emperor are favorable, and possessing unique abnormal powers may be enough, but without surviving, all is void… Throughout history, there have been many with emperor-like traits, yet only one in each era ascends the throne.
If one cannot bee emperor, having emperor-like traits is merely having fortuitous encounters; without a long journey, it’s just not meant to be.
Gongsun Wuwo’s punch shattered all the meridians in Song Haoran’s body, prompting Princess Chuyang to withdraw her consciousness.
She raised her head, gazing at the man clad in a yellow robe standing fortably at the opposite edge, her eyebrows knit, pondering.
The man in the yellow robe simply stood with his hands folded, looking expressionlessly at the scene, indifferent to the life and death of descendants…
…
“Little dog, hiding somewhere? Here?”
Gongsun Wuwo, now pletely revealing his ferocity, threw and smashed several large rocks, delving into the relatively intact areas of the medical station.
Using the aura, Gongsun Wuwo could easily locate Song Haoran’s position… but he relished this little game.
“Found you…”
His presence was overwhelming, as if every ounce of air in the hallway was filled with Gongsun Wuwo’s essence, thick like a solid.
Song Haoran leaned against the end of the hallway, spitting blood continuously, watching Gongsun Wuwo approach step by step.
“Little dog, no more hiding!”
“Tired, don’t want to move…” Song Haoran shrugged, showing a pitiful look yet refusing to beg, “Fighting for just a few minutes almost drained me.”
“Then obediently face your end.” Gongsun Wuwo grinned wickedly and said: “Relax, I won’t kill you… so you, entertain me more!”
Bang—!
Suddenly, outside the corridor window, a loud bang echoed, meanwhile, Gongsun Wuwo’s head tilted slightly!
Yet Gongsun Wuwo reset his head, revealing a deformed bullet dropping to the floor from his temple!
Song Haoran, seeing this, couldn’t help but slightly gape… the bullet was fired by a sniper he had ordered earlier, lying in ambush.
Using a powerful sniper rifle!
The sniper on the hallway was terrified, repeatedly pulling the trigger! Alongside each gunshot, Gongsun Wuwo’s body would shake… but the bullets could not damage him!
With another gunshot, Gongsun Wuwo suddenly reached out and caught the bullet right between his fingers!
He flicked the bullet backhandedly, a scream rang out from the hallway! Clearly, the sniper had perished.
Song Haoran squinted his eyes, watching Gongsun Wuwo advance once more, he took a deep breath and rolled aside.
Simultaneously, the hallway was swallowed into a frenzy of explosions… this was the best explosives the Song Family could acquire.
Boom——!!
Song Haoran coughed as he climbed, blown by the explosive shockwave amidst the swirling dust and collapsed hallway, his face looking grim.
For amidst the smoke, a figure slowly emerged.
“Damn… next time someone tells me smoke leaves no harm!”
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