Chapter 31: Why Did Zhipianxian Explode?
Accompanied by a severe burning pain in his eyes, the high-intensity spirit energy fluctuation caused a ringing in Lu Xianbei’s ears.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the panicked footsteps and screams of people fleeing in the distant mall, gradually becoming very far away, as if his consciousness was about to float away with those sounds.
Then…
It was as if someone had suddenly poured a bucket of ice water over him; a bone-chilling cold spread through his chest into his limbs, pulling his awareness back to reality. The chaotic noise in his ears suddenly vanished, and his eyes, which had just flickered with a golden glow, extinguished, leaving only a deep, dark red.
It was a reflection of a figure, like a coagulated scab of bl**d.
The figure, over six feet tall, was draped in a filthy sheepskin coat. The honest expression was completely ruined by a fierce glare. The long hair, seemingly untouched for ages, was messily splayed behind him, contrasting starkly with the curved dagger in his waist, inlaid with various colored agate.
As he watched the dark-skinned strongman approach little by little, an indescribable sense of fury quietly surged within Lu Xianbei.
This killer, who had once participated in an attempt to assassinate Lu Ming, actually dared to appear before him, akin to stealing in front of a duty officer—an outright provocation.
However, as he watched Solang Pema approach, Lu Xianbei found that his body seemed frozen, utterly unable to move.
Not due to spirit abilities or some spell formula’s influence, but purely out of fear—fear that rendered him immobile.
His body trembled slightly, his chest felt heavy as if a massive stone weighed it down, and a slight spasm in his stomach brought waves of nausea.
The figure of Solang Pema resembled a towering, cold mountain, devouring all curious and probing life, leaving no hope for anything but despair.
He was a monster like an abyss.
Yet, Lu Xianbei understood very well that he was not afraid of Solang Pema. In terms of spirit energy fluctuation and the pressure it brought, he hardly compared to the Big Boss of Dream Come True Entertainment City.
Just watching Solang Pema from this distance, Lu Xianbei’s heart wasn’t even stirred significantly.
What he feared was something else—a connection that involved both him and Solang Pema.
And that fear was not psychological; it felt more like a physical memory of pain formed after experiencing a terrifying event. When confronted with related things again, the painful memory was awakened, and his body instinctively reacted.
In modern medical terms, this could be described as post-traumatic stress disorder. However, Lu Xianbei felt that his current state was far more severe than PTSD, even his soul trembled, and spirit energy fluctuations seemed unable to coalesce smoothly.
Was it that accident caused by spiritual ability users and urban legends? Or that massive shadow his father once faced?
Lu Xianbei thought. Just then, Solang Pema had already walked in front of him.
That tall, dangerous figure paused slightly, casting a glance at the boy who hadn’t fainted under his spirit energy fluctuations. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by a scornful cold laugh, before he ignored him and continued walking forward.
Like looking at a small cat on the verge of freezing to d*ath on the roadside.
There was no threat at all.
Not coming for me? Then what is he doing here? Lu Xianbei thought in a daze.
After a while, when he barely managed to break free from the intense fear, he stiffly turned his head to search for Solang Pema’s figure, when a deafening sound suddenly pierced his ear.
“Boom—!”
A violent airwave surged unexpectedly from the women’s restroom of the cinema, like a rampaging bull, abruptly ripping apart the restroom door. The splintered debris flew out along with Fu Xinyi’s slender figure.
Her entire body felt as if it would fall apart in pain. The overwhelming force sent Fu Xinyi flying into the air, twisting several times before crashing heavily to the ground and sliding far away, smashing against the wall and shattering it into a spiderweb of cracks, spewing out a mouthful of dark red bl**d.
“……”
That killer… actually attacked Fu Xinyi?
Aren’t they on the same side?
Am I encountering a black-on-black situation again?
Looking at the scene in front of him, Lu Xianbei felt a bit dazed. Just then, an even more unexpected scene unfolded.
Fu Xinyi, with her stubborn eyes shining fiercely, stared ahead at the figure shrouded in smoke and dust. One hand propped against the wall as she struggled to get up, while the other slowly drew a soft sword from her bag.
With spirit energy infusing it, the softly swaying sword, resembling cicada wings in the wind, glimmered, accompanied by a slight buzzing sound, revealing sharpness.
Then…
She suddenly took a stance that was incredibly familiar to Lu Xianbei, stepping forward and unleashing a sword move that was both familiar and foreign to him.
“Taihe Gentleman Sword · Wind Pursuing Command!”
With a delicate cry, Fu Xinyi unleashed a storm-like radiant flow.
Blue with a hint of purple.
Where the flow swept past, deep and shallow scratches were left on the walls of the cinema hall.
Lu Xianbei was astonished; though Fu Xinyi’s sword move had some minor differences from his memory, the name of the sword move and the blue-purple sword energy that surged after the strike undoubtedly came from the “Taiji Gentleman Sword Diagram” taught by the Ancestor.
How could she, an insider, wield the Ancestor’s sword technique?
Could it be that the Ancestor has another apprentice hidden from Great Ancestor Grandma?
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As Fu Xinyi’s flowing light swept out, just as it broke through the smoke, Solang Pema instinctively squinted his eyes, as if a common person had suddenly been dazzled by bright light. When he opened his eyes again, the flowing light was right in front of him.
“Hmph—!”
Solang Pema sneered, stepping forward instead of retreating. He took a giant step towards several unconscious civilians and swiftly kicked them, sending their bodies flying toward the flowing light like balls.
When man and sword energy clashed, a muffled sound erupted as flesh was torn apart, bl**d blossomed like flowers in the air, staining the walls red. The speeding fragments of bones pierced through the innocent’s bodies and embedded into the walls.
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The heavy scent of bl**d invaded Lu Xianbei’s nostrils, pulling his thoughts out of his suspicions about Fu Xinyi’s identity. He looked at the burly figure rushing toward Fu Xinyi, his gaze filled with uncertainty.
Right, this is a notorious killer.
According to the information from the Urban Legends Chat Group, he had caused over twenty m*rder incidents involving spirit ability users, many of whom were operatives from the Siye Association.
Such a vicious character wouldn’t care about the lives of others.
Those unconscious civilians were probably no more valuable to him than stones or weeds.
I must do something, or not only will Fu Xinyi and I d*e today, but those innocent civilians probably won’t have a good ending either.
Lu Xianbei thought, forcing himself to overcome the fear stemming from his soul, his breathing became increasingly rapid.
As his chest heaved violently, an air thick with bl**d mist filled his lungs, and following that, it felt as if something awakened. His heart achingly surged.
It was a greedy, bloodthirsty pulse…
Coldness rapidly spread to every corner of his body, as if his bl**d was frozen, but…
He felt an inexplicable excitement.
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After a brief exchange, Fu Xinyi realized the terror of her enemy. In a flurry, she rummaged through her bag for various talismans and sealed spell jade slips, throwing them forward.
This fake genius of Dachunyang Palace, though she had achieved strength beyond most of her peers through hard work, was ultimately just a B-level spirit ability user. How could she compete against a monster like Solang Pema?
Her swordsmanship was completely suppressed, and there was no chance to cast spells; her opponent wouldn’t grant her even a moment to chant.
In merely a few moves, still constrained within the relatively narrow space of the mall, Fu Xinyi was already unable to defend herself.
I’m going to d*e; I’ve been seriously let down by my senior sister this time!
This person is too strong; it won’t be easy to escape. Fu Xinyi thought.
At that moment, a sinister laughter resonated, a dull, obscure sound boiling in the throat like a beast’s roar, chilling to the bone.
Facing the continuously exploding spell formulas, using the cover of the stunning bl**d mist, Solang Pema lunged forward, drawing out the golden kn*fe at his waist. The blade swept through, accompanied by wind and snow, embodying a sharp momentum as oppressive as a collapsing snow mountain, shattering the floor beneath him in the half of the hall.
His spirit pattern was the Nine-Colored Lotus, a legendary snow lotus that grows on the holy mountain in the snowy region, representing the soul of the snow mountain—an existence that best understands the divine rhythms of the snow mountain.
Fu Xinyi was still buried in her bag, searching for the protective treasures bestowed by her master and senior sister when she suddenly heard a sound cutting through the air. Her heart jolted, and she hurriedly raised her sword to guard herself.
The next moment, there was a thunderous clash of metal, an intense clash of spirit energy, and blue and white chaotic currents danced in the confined space, violently spreading.
Then, in an instant of eerie silence, her figure flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall and tumbling to the ground.
On the ground, Fu Xinyi glanced at her mangled hand and felt her vision blur.
She thought that the strike just now had not hit a human but rather a derailed high-speed train; an overwhelming force surged through the blade into her body, causing her organs to be displaced almost entirely for a moment.
She struggled to reach for her fallen bag, but a large foot in straw sandals viciously stomped down on it. Then a large hand reached in, gripping her neck tightly and lifting her effortlessly off the ground.
Like picking up a dead dog.
Am I going to d*e? Fu Xinyi wondered.
Just then, she suddenly heard a rustling sound. Struggling to shift her gaze in the direction of the sound, she saw a pale paper figure, slightly larger than a palm and adorably clumsy, had climbed onto Solang Pema’s shoulder at some point, waving at her with a silly expression.
Then…
The pale paper figure “popped!” as it embraced Solang Pema’s shoulder, its abdomen glowing, gradually intensifying, leading to a violent explosion.
Accompanied by a fierce roar, Fu Xinyi felt herself being thrown into the air, amidst the dazzling firelight; she saw a group of pale little paper figures rushing towards Solang Pema, tightly packed, like a toy army.
It’s the secret technique of my Dachunyang Palace—Zhipianxian! Could it be that reinforcements from the same sect have arrived?
But……
Why did Zhipianxian explode? Fu Xinyi thought.
(As is well known, I am a mediocre writer not good at writing battles, so… today’s update is a little short.)
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