Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 86 - 80: The Void-Cleaving Longsword

Chapter 86: Chapter 80: The Void-Cleaving Longsword

The sword technique that Qin Mo had comprehended, which was almost like instantaneous movement, was indeed very powerful, so much so that even Xu Yuan, who possessed the Blood Essence Meteoring Art, was quite tempted by it.

If this teleportation-like sword technique was used properly, catching the enemy off guard and defeating those of higher levels would be all too easy.

On the contrary, once exposed, this type of sword technique would seem somewhat useless for attacking purposes.

The variation of the Step Forward Slash wasn’t meant for attacking, but rather for dodging skills through invincibility frames.

Moreover, the reason this move was effective in Cang Yuan was solely because the bosses there didn’t understand what invincibility frames meant, let alone what it meant to press up on an opponent.

The past bosses didn’t understand, but Xu Yuan, being alive, naturally did.

If Su Jinxuan hadn’t mentioned that Qin Mo knew this move, then Xu Yuan really would have been overturned here.

But since it was mentioned, that created a fatal intelligence gap.

Xu Yuan knew, but Qin Mo didn’t.

So I’ll just set a trap and wait for you to come.

The Blood Phoenix Drill, given Xu Yuan’s current level of cultivation, was strenuous to conjure even without any disturbance, but if used at close range to pressure an opponent, then it would be quite suitable.

Lightly jumping down from the courtyard wall, Xu Yuan nearly stumbled and fell to the ground. Acting as if nothing had happened, he patted off the non-existent dust on his blood jade colored clothes, and his will-spirit surged out, probing into the dust and smoke near the wall.

Origin Qi and will-spirit complemented each other while being independent; the depletion of Origin Qi would not affect the will-spirit.

"Cough cough cough... cough ah... waugh cough..."

No sooner had the will-spirit probed out that Xu Yuan heard a series of coughing up blood from the dust.

Upon closer perception, Xu Yuan suddenly let out a light chuckle.

As the dust gradually dispersed, the Protectors regrouped their battle formation, and within that pit, Qin Mo struggled even to stand, his entire chest seared to a char, his body nearly turning into a bloody figure.

Qin Mo, having taken his overdrawn hit, was now showing signs of the light fading.

The red grade of the Blood Essence Meteoring Art was no joke.

The reason those Eighth Grade martial disciples could fight back and forth with Xu Yuan was entirely because Xu Yuan was weak, not because the power of the cultivation technique was insufficient.

His combat skills were too low; almost anything he tried to do would be preempted and interrupted by these disciples who had been trained from a young age.

But given time to prepare his technique, it would be a different matter.

The protagonist of the current story is an example.

"Bastard..."

Qin Mo glared fiercely at the blood-clothed young master opposite him, forcibly propping up his body from the pit, and as he spoke, he once again gripped the Ancient Ingot Long Knife in his hand.

Xu Yuan stood at the back of the crowd with a calm face, watching Qin Mo, suppressing the urge to mock his opponent, and said directly:

"Instructor Wang, don’t waste time, kill him."

To kill is to aim for the heart.

Since killing was now an option, there was no need to waste words to strike at the heart.

Villains die from talking too much, and this much Xu Yuan understood.

As soon as his words fell,

a long spear was vigorously thrown out by a burly man from the military formation.

The long spear turned into a shadow, swift as lightning, the distance of over ten yards practically flashing by in an instant.

"Clang—"

A metallic clang sounded, the thrown spear was deflected by an exhausted Qin Mo using the blade of the Ancient Ingot Long Knife, but the cost was the knife being shaken out of his grip.

No one on the battlefield would give an enemy a chance to breathe.

Almost the next moment,

as two more long spears were thrown, several burly men from the formation swiftly closed the gap and rushed toward Qin Mo.

"Hum—"

This time, there was no crisp sound of metal striking metal, but instead a piercing hum.

The two thrown spears abruptly halted in the air in front of Qin Mo.

In the next instant, Qin Mo, lying in the pit, was pulled up into the sky.

Xu Yuan’s heart sank suddenly at this scene, and he looked up.

The Saint’s Remnant Soul still had the strength to intervene in this battle amid the struggle?

The cooked duck was flying away...

Oh, no, it should still be considered in the pot right now.

As the Saint’s Remnant Soul pulled Qin Mo up, Zhou Chen seized the opportunity and fiercely swung his sword at Qin Mo, who was ascending into the air.

The Saint’s Remnant Soul raised a hand to grasp.

A Will-spirit shield, solid as reality, formed in front of Qin Mo.

The Sword Qi instantly reached the surface of the Soul Force Black Shield; upon collision, there was no sound, but the dispersing Origin Qi and Will-spirit caused the surrounding air to ripple.

With this heavy hit, the Saint’s Remnant Soul’s phantom seemed even more transparent.

Having pulled Qin Mo to his side, the Saint’s Remnant Soul looked at his disciple’s disheveled appearance and sighed softly, then still smiling, he said,

"Kid, you seem to have fallen in with the wrong crowd."

"Teacher...."

Qin Mo clenched his fists slightly.

At this moment, how could he not know how his whereabouts had been exposed.

The Saint’s Remnant Soul, however, smiled carefreely and said,

"Alright, it’s also my fault for being shortsighted. Live and learn, just be more careful next time."

Qin Mo’s gaze was fixed on the three figures constantly attacking the soul phantom in the sky, his eyes filled with guilt, and he whispered,

"But Teacher, what should we do now?"

As the Saint’s Remnant Soul fended off Zhou Chen and the others, he said casually,

"Hmm, escaping is easy, but I might have to sleep for a very long time. After that, it will mostly be up to you."

Zhou Chen and his two companions didn’t feel any empathy to stop their actions because of the master and disciple’s parting conversation, but instead, every strike of the sword blade and the secret techniques of Will-spirit became sharper.

In a moment, the backlashes of the confrontations between the three and the Saint sent additional waves of destruction across the Xu Residence in Jingjiang, which was already nearly in ruins.

"I understand...." Qin Mo made some kind of decision in his heart.

"....."

The Saint’s Remnant Soul didn’t speak again, his aura suddenly soared, and a tremor of Will-spirit momentarily repelled Zhou Chen and his companions.

After that,

A spatial tremor spread from the center of the Saint’s soul body!

Xu Yuan, watching from the ground, felt a sudden sink in his heart.

Damnit.

This situation shouldn’t all be able to let this protagonist escape, right?

And if Xu Yuan could discern the move, the three Great Grandmasters in the sky naturally knew as well, but the Saint’s soul body was now surrounded by spatial ripples, blocking all their attacks. Even if they stood and hit it for a while, they couldn’t penetrate the spatial ripples.

Soon, the aura of the Saint’s Remnant Soul gradually reached its peak, spatial tremors appearing as dark patterns that even ordinary people could see with the naked eye.

The Saint’s Remnant Soul took a long breath, looked deeply at Qin Mo behind him, and said with a light laugh,

"Qin boy, don’t overthink it, I’m just going to sleep, not dying. We, master and disciple, will have plenty of opportunities in the future...."

Whoosh————

Before the Saint’s Remnant Soul could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In a moment that seemed to freeze time,

he saw a black, ancient longsword flying towards him.

And in the instant he saw the sword blade, he realized that his depleted Soul Force left him unable to dodge.

As he anticipated,

In the silent world,

The black longsword pierced the barrier he had created.

Gliding through the void,

It entered the spatial barrier around him like piercing water, and ultimately, gently stabbed into his soul body.

Everything happened so fast, it was as if time had been paused.

The next moment, pause was released.

Flurries of chilling frost began to spread rapidly from the blade.

And in an instant,

Both the Saint’s Remnant Soul in the air and Qin Mo beside him were frozen into ice sculptures, plummeting from the sky.....