Chapter – 69
This Little Woman, I…
Suddenly sensing an intense surge of danger, Qian Xing had no choice but to turn his sword back and stab in reverse. What he faced, however, was that terrifying, blazing-white blade aura.
Within that blade aura surged a destructive force, and the blade intent itself was incomparably domineering—capable of breaking through everything. Qian Xing’s expression changed drastically. Knowing it would be difficult to block with his sword, he simply gave up trying to parry. Instead, he pointed his sword tip directly at the blade’s edge. At the same time, a horrifying aura of death suddenly spread densely over his body, complementing his black battle armor.
As that deathly aura poured into the black armor, a black flood dragon unexpectedly appeared upon it, faintly visible. The dragon coiled around itself, wrapping Qian Xing entirely within.
Qin Mo did not hesitate. This was exactly the moment he had been waiting for. He no longer cared whether the Tyrant God Blade would be exposed—at this moment, he could only bring the blade down.
With a loud clang, a violent crash rang out. The blade’s momentum did not diminish in the slightest. The flood dragon on the armor was shattered in an instant, and the blade edge pointed straight at Qian Xing’s head.
Qing Wei stared at the scene before her in shock. She could naturally sense the terrifying power contained within that blade, especially the blade intent—it sent chills crawling over her scalp.
Watching the blade fall, she was not only stunned but also gained insight. The blade intent was far too intense; it was impossible not to perceive it.
“Corpse Remnant Shedding.”
Just as the blade was about to land on Qian Xing’s head, he muttered in a solemn voice. Immediately afterward, his body began to writhe from within.
With a puff, the corpse body was split into two. Under the ravaging blade intent, it turned into dust. At that very instant, a streak of black light escaped, disappearing from its original spot and reappearing a hundred zhang away, transforming into a child of seven or eight years old.
The child’s gaze was sinister, his expression gloomy. He looked extremely similar to Qian Xing, only much smaller—as if he had returned to childhood.
“What kind of blade is that?” the child suddenly spoke, staring gravely at Qin Mo.
Failing to kill him with one strike had instead left Qin Mo feeling utterly drained. He looked at Qian Xing and countered, “Then what kind of secret technique is yours?”
“The Corpse Clan’s Corpse Remnant Shedding Art. Without it, even if I survived that strike, I would have been severely injured,” the child replied. He was none other than Qian Xing.
Although his strength had not diminished, his consumption was enormous. Still, dealing with the exhausted Qin Mo and Qing Wei was more than sufficient.
More importantly, he clearly understood the terrifying nature of that blade art. The man before him was undoubtedly a true human genius—perhaps even born in a great tribe, with a high status.
“How many times can you use it?” Qin Mo asked. He had no intention of revealing the name of the blade art. Though it had already been exposed, as long as Qian Xing was killed, it could be hidden once more.
As for Qing Wei, he trusted that she would never expose what happened today. It would bring her no benefit—unless she planned to kill Qin Mo and seize the blade art herself.
“How is it? You still think you can kill me?” Qian Xing answered in surprise. He knew both sides were at the end of their strength. “Fine, I’ll tell you. At my former strength, three times. Now, only once.”
“It’s a pity. If this blade art were paired with a truly good blade, it would be even more terrifying—faster, too. I wouldn’t even have had the chance to use Corpse Remnant Shedding,” Qian Xing continued. “In my judgment, this must be a sixth-tier high-grade blade art. You likely come from at least a six-star or seven-star tribe.”
Just as Qin Mo refused to name his blade art, Qian Xing also had no idea that it was actually a king-tier battle technique.
Even if Qian Xing killed Qin Mo, he would never obtain this blade art. It would only vanish completely from the world.
Yet Qin Mo clearly saw the greed in Qian Xing’s eyes. This blade art had already deeply tempted him. Even if Qin Mo told him the technique was engraved in his mind and impossible to steal, it would not extinguish that greed.
That was exactly Qin Mo’s plan—to provoke Qian Xing’s greed so he could carry out his next move.
“Judging by your expression, you really want this blade art,” Qin Mo suddenly laughed. “Heh. I might as well tell you—it’s a seventh-tier blade art, and a top-grade one at that, just one step away from the king tier. Unfortunately, you’ll never obtain it.”
This was the truth, but Qian Xing did not believe him. Instead, he found it strange, though he could not grasp Qin Mo’s true meaning.
At that moment, Qin Mo suddenly pulled his straw cloak over himself and activated the Divine Prison Concealment Art. Smiling faintly, he said, “If you want the blade art, find me first.”
And just like that, he vanished from the spot.
Qian Xing’s expression turned solemn, yet he was not surprised. He believed he could find Qin Mo. However, when he activated his unique Corpse Eyes to search the surroundings, he discovered there was not the slightest trace of Qin Mo’s presence or aura.
It was as though Qin Mo had never existed at all.
Qian Xing’s face darkened to an extreme.
Yet at that moment, he let out a gloomy smile. He became even more convinced that Qin Mo was a genius from a great human tribe, and even more certain that the blade art was seventh-tier top-grade.
“If you don’t want her to die, come out immediately. Otherwise, I will—” Qian Xing’s words were cut off by Qin Mo’s voice.
“I can’t let you have your way. My apologies—this little woman, I’m protecting her for sure.”
As his voice appeared, so did his figure. He domineeringly pulled Qing Wei into his arms. Wrapped together beneath the straw cloak, they vanished without a trace.
Almost simultaneously, Qian Xing’s sword struck—but the terrifying sword momentum hit nothing. Their auras and figures disappeared completely.
Qian Xing was furious. He felt utterly played by Qin Mo and roared, “If you don’t come out, I’ll turn back and slaughter those humans!”
His meaning was clear—he intended to wipe out the Hammerstone Tribe.
If this had happened earlier, Qin Mo would have emerged without hesitation to fight him to the death. But now that Qian Xing believed he was a genius from a great tribe, the situation was no longer under Qian Xing’s control.
“If you go back, you can indeed kill those people,” Qin Mo’s voice rang out. “They may be of my race, but what does that have to do with me?”
Qian Xing tried to locate the source of the voice but failed. He also understood Qin Mo’s implication. Yes—he was a human genius from a great tribe.
While human powerhouses had a tradition of protecting the weak, that tradition meant almost nothing under certain circumstances—especially when a genius faced mortal danger.
It was like when the myriad races threatened to slaughter all weak humans to lure the strong into the Profound Yellow World to die. No human powerhouse would ever fall for such a trick.
“When I grow strong enough, I’ll avenge them,” Qin Mo’s voice appeared again. “As for you, I think it won’t be long before I surpass you. How many humans you kill today, I’ll slaughter ten times as many Corpse Clan members in the future—to repay today’s humiliation.”
“You—” Qian Xing ground his teeth in fury, completely helpless against Qin Mo. He sensed something was off, yet could not pinpoint what.
Before he could think further, Qin Mo’s voice sounded once more. “I’m taking this little woman and leaving. If you want to go back and kill my people, go ahead.”
The voice grew increasingly distant. Qian Xing’s expression turned extremely ugly, yet he did not turn back. Instead, he chased after the direction of the sound.
Naturally, he was unwilling. Watching a prize slip from his grasp—no one would accept that.
Just as he was in pursuit, a feathered arrow suddenly appeared in the void. Carrying terrifying piercing force, it shot straight toward Qian Xing’s chest.
He was already moving at high speed and collided head-on with the arrow’s momentum. He raised his sword and slashed.
Clang.
The arrow was cut down, but a sharp pain shot through his arm. With the head-on inertia, even he could not block it easily.
Moreover, after using Corpse Remnant Shedding, though his strength remained, his internal energy was insufficient. He could only rely on his physical body to block the ambush.
Yet Qian Xing was not angry—on the contrary, he was pleased. Qin Mo firing arrows meant revealing his direction. It proved that Qin Mo also desperately wanted to kill him.
As long as he kept chasing, he believed he would eventually find Qin Mo. Moreover, such a treasure that concealed aura and form surely consumed massive amounts of energy. Now Qin Mo was drawing his bow and shooting arrows—his already limited energy would be depleted even faster, especially while protecting another person.
The Blackstone Mountains—howling winds swept through the peaks, icy and cutting against the face like knives.
Qin Mo fired nearly a dozen arrows. His hands trembled violently. If his will had not long been tempered like steel, he would have already given up.
But he could not let go of the person in his arms, nor could he stop firing. He was gambling—gambling that Qian Xing would definitely pursue him.
In truth, if Qian Xing turned back, Qin Mo would be forced to return as well. After all, he was not from any great tribe—he was merely the young chieftain of a one-star lower-tier tribe.
Throughout the journey, Qing Wei remained in a state of shock. Though her face was expressionless, her heart was in turmoil.
When the mysterious man unleashed that blade, she could hardly believe it. But when he tacitly acknowledged himself as a genius from a great tribe, she accepted it.
Still, in such a certain-death situation, this genius possessed such a hidden trump card. It made her feel that following him had truly been a wrong choice.
Yet her heart was filled with even more questions. Why, when he could have abandoned her and fled, did he insist on holding her as he ran—refusing to let go until his strength was utterly exhausted?
Damn it—why was that hand so tight? So tight that even her normally calm, still heart felt a trace of flutter.
And why was this mysterious man risking his life to lure Qian Xing away, dragging himself into such a deadly predicament? Could he truly be a responsible, good person?
If she survived this ordeal… should she entrust her entire life to him?
The more she thought, the more chaotic her mind became. Qing Wei herself did not realize that a maiden’s shy flush had appeared on her usually ice-cold face.
What she did feel was that every so often, the mysterious man would fire another arrow. She could feel the sweat constantly pouring from his body, dripping onto her—damp and uncomfortable.
Qin Mo had no idea what Qing Wei was thinking. He refused to let go because she had once saved his life—that green silhouette and that aloof face were etched deeply in his heart.
Alright—Qin Mo admitted it. He really was risking his life to save her because he liked her.
If it were anyone else, he would have carried them for a short distance, tossed them aside, and said, “Sorry, I’ve done my best,” before leaving without looking back.
And if he knew what Qing Wei was thinking right now, he would definitely shout at her:
“Please, sister—this is a life-and-death situation. Could you not go into heat right now?!”
