Chapter – 68
Death Battle
Qin Mo stared at Qing Wei in surprise, and Qing Wei equally stared at Qin Mo. The reason was simple: they were both shocked by each other’s strength.
But the two of them ultimately looked at the same person—the young corpse clan member from Yongkui Star, Qian Xing.
“You’re not an ordinary Toppling Stage corpse clan member!” Qing Wei said with a serious expression.
“Of course not,” Qian Xing smiled. “Among all the star regions across the myriad worlds, I am the unrivaled pride of the corpse clan. If I hadn’t been injured while breaking through the human race’s Xuan Gate, and if your Pangu Holy Emperor hadn’t altered the heavens and earth to suppress my strength, the two of you would never have managed to land a single strike.”
Qing Wei remained expressionless, but the look in her eyes was grim.
Before the ancient era was the age of gods and demons, when humans were used as blood food. When the Pangu Holy Emperor emerged, he initiated the War of Opening Heaven. In a single battle, he drove the hundred races out of the Xuan Huang Continent. Then, transforming into the Xuan Huang Great World, he sealed the races outside of it. Only then could humanity breathe. Pangu replaced the Xuan Huang Will with the Opening Heaven Will, becoming the human race’s heavenly path.
Later, in the second era, the human race’s Nuwa Holy Emperor appeared. At that time, humanity had not yet fully occupied the Xuan Huang Continent and was attacked by the hundred races in alliance.
The Xuan Huang Great World shattered in many places. The ensuing War of Repairing Heaven allowed humanity to survive.
Then Nuwa sacrificed herself to repair the sky, opening the third era—the age of the Holy Emperor Suiren.
Suiren cultivated through fire. When he attained the Holy Emperor path, humanity was on the brink of collapse. Outside the Xuan Huang Great World, he ignited a great flame, reversing the war’s outcome. It became known as the War of Burning Heaven.
From then on, humanity established dominance over the Xuan Huang Continent and gained a place for billions to live and thrive.
The Three Sovereigns brought prosperity. This was the ancient era, when humanity gained the foundation to resist the hundred races—the Three Sovereigns era.
Then five generations of Holy Emperors appeared. Humanity became more stable in the Xuan Huang Continent, using their own strength to resist attacks from the hundred races. There were victories and losses, but none of them mattered.
However, during the Three Sovereigns era, humanity brought the entire Xuan Huang Continent under their control, creating the Three Sovereigns’ Will.
Any foreign race entering the Xuan Huang Continent would have their strength suppressed. The stronger the race, the greater the suppression. This was so that every time a human Holy Emperor fell, humanity still had the foundation to fight the hundred races.
Even if the hundred races invaded, as long as they didn’t destroy the ancestral dragon vein in Central Continent, the Xuan Huang Continent would always be humanity’s battlefield, protected by the Three Sovereigns’ Will.
Qian Xing was not a normal Toppling Stage corpse clan member. He had simply been wounded when he broke through the human race’s Xuan Gate. In the Xuan Huang Continent, the Holy Emperor’s will suppressed his strength, causing him to fall from a higher realm to his current Toppling Stage Third Level.
Even so, facing Qing Wei and Qin Mo, he was still far stronger. Although his realm was suppressed, his understanding of vital energy and cultivation could not be suppressed.
His body could not fully exert its true power, but his spirit was far stronger than Qin Mo’s and Qing Wei’s. That was why their attacks failed.
The corpse clan members Qin Mo had killed, Bennu and Bei Hou, were Toppling Stage First Level. But their former selves were far beyond that.
With Qin Mo’s current strength, even facing a Toppling Stage Second Level human would still be a fight he could win. Unfortunately, he faced Qian Xing—a suppressed yet powerful corpse clan elite.
Even with Qing Wei’s help, the chance of victory was almost nonexistent.
“But you are still on the Xuan Huang Continent. This is the human race’s land,” Qing Wei said.
“Hahaha,” Qian Xing laughed suddenly. “I admit that after your Pangu Holy Emperor, this is indeed your land. But before Pangu, it was the ancestral homeland of the hundred races—only stolen by your human race. This time, the hundred races will attack again, and we will win completely. Your human race will be wiped out.”
“When my race’s ninth generation Holy Emperor appears, that will be the day your human race is destroyed!” Qing Wei said coldly. Every human believed the ninth Holy Emperor would appear.
But before that, humanity would face invasion by the hundred races. This battle would be a bloodbath, but humanity would still have hope.
“Ridiculous!” Qian Xing mocked. “Your human race has already seen eight Holy Emperors. Now it’s the ninth era. Our hundred races have planned to eliminate the ninth Holy Emperor. Your human race will end with the ninth generation. Nine is the peak. After the peak comes the day our hundred races return to our homeland. That will also be the day your human race is annihilated!”
Qing Wei fell silent. She understood that without the ninth Holy Emperor, humanity would face extinction.
Hope was just hope. And this was already the ninth era. According to human legend, if the ninth Holy Emperor appeared, it would be the day humanity established dominion. The ninth Holy Emperor would be the strongest Holy Emperor. But if he did not appear, humanity would face destruction.
“Whether the ninth Holy Emperor appears or not, our human race will fight until the last moment. Blood won’t dry, and we won’t stop fighting!” Qin Mo said suddenly. “And today will be the day you die on the Xuan Huang Continent!”
“Earlier, you two attacked. Now it’s my turn,” Qian Xing said without refuting. He didn’t need to waste words when his strength surpassed theirs. As soon as his voice fell, his aura surged.
Qing Wei’s face darkened. This pressure came from Qian Xing’s true realm—an upper-level suppressing a lower-level. It could not be resisted.
Qin Mo wore the Straw Raincoat and used the Divine Prison Concealment Technique. He was not greatly affected. Even though Qian Xing was strong, he was still no match for the Five-Star Peak Ape Demon Beast.
So when Qin Mo was not seriously affected, Qing Wei was shocked—and Qian Xing’s expression also turned serious.
“You’re more unusual than I thought. I’m starting to suspect you’re a genius from some great human tribe,” Qian Xing said.
Qin Mo did not reply. He looked at Qing Wei and said, “You leave. With you here, I cannot fully fight.”
He was telling the truth. He did not want to reveal the Bawang Divine Blade. He still had the Hammer Stone tribe behind him, and he believed the old man from the Demon Tribe had not left.
If his identity was exposed, he could not face the Demon Tribe’s anger. Even that old man would be too much.
He needed time. And what he lacked most now was time. He could not defeat Qian Xing, but he believed if he could hold him off until the Frost Leaf tribe’s war ended, until reinforcements from the major tribes arrived, Qian Xing and the corpse clan would not be able to stay.
Once true human elites arrived, the situation would reverse.
Qin Mo didn’t know how many Xuan Gates the hundred races had broken, but he knew this was human territory. The corpse clan could not win unless major forces attacked.
“You must be expecting human reinforcements to return and save you,” Qian Xing seemed to read Qin Mo’s thoughts. “But this time, our hundred races will not be so simple. You have no reinforcements. The major human tribes are dealing with our elite forces. Your lives are in my hands.”
“I won’t leave,” Qing Wei said, her face grim but her voice firm. She turned to Qian Xing, gripping her sword. “Witness my Qing Rain Sword Technique!”
Her body became a blur, and her long sword rushed toward Qian Xing. As the sword moved, layers of sword energy appeared.
Like continuous rain, wherever the sword passed, it carried death.
Although it looked like one sword, it was the power of a thousand swords combined. The force was enough to injure even Toppling Stage elites.
Qian Xing couldn’t underestimate it. His expression became serious. His death energy intensified as he dropped his feather arrow and drew his long sword with a bright “zing.”
Instantly, death energy spread. The blue light released from Qing Wei’s sword formed a contrast with it.
One side carried a strong life force within the killing intent. The other carried terrifying death energy.
“Clang!” The two swords met, producing a faint hum. The death energy and the blue sword energy intertwined.
Qing Wei’s sword move was clever.
Even though Qian Xing’s sword power struck it, it continued forward without hesitation. It had no domineering force, but it used softness to overcome hardness.
Her sword moved at a precise angle, slipping past Qian Xing’s sword and aiming for his heart. This was the corpse clan’s greatest weakness.
If the corpse heart is broken, no matter how strong the corpse clan member, they will die.
However, just as the sword was about to pierce his heart, Qian Xing suddenly stretched out his hand.
“Clink.”
With two fingers, he pinched the tip of Qing Wei’s sword. His long sword was like a wall, stopping her blade instantly.
The sword trembled with a faint hum, unwilling but unable to advance. The blade bent, but could not move forward a single inch.
Just two inches further, and it would pierce his corpse heart.
But not even a millimeter could pass.
“Pfft!” Qing Wei spat blood. She could barely stand. She had poured all her energy into the sword, yet still failed.
“You might have a chance to fight me if you become a Toppling Stage elite,” Qian Xing said, shaking his head. His smile was full of ridicule.
“Clink.” Another faint sound. Qian Xing snapped the tip of the sword with his fingers. The blade trembled and the blue light faded.
Qing Wei was thrown backward, still holding her sword. Her face lost all color, as dull as the blade. She spat blood repeatedly in midair.
Just one move had severely injured her.
Qian Xing stepped forward and thrust his sword toward Qing Wei’s heart. With a rotating death energy, the attack was unstoppable.
Just as the sword was about to strike Qing Wei’s heart, his face changed suddenly.
He felt a terrifying crisis lock onto him.
At the critical moment, Qing Wei reversed her sword’s momentum and twisted her body, redirecting her attack.
At the same time, Qin Mo lifted his blade and brought it down rapidly toward Qian Xing’s head. Overwhelming and unstoppable—this was the Bawang Divine Blade…
