Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 881 - 455: Reversal_2

Chapter 881: Chapter 455: Reversal_2

"Indeed, they all talk tough, but once it comes to action, each is more cowardly than the last...."

He sighed faintly as he turned around, waving his hand:

"Let this matter end here...."

"Buzz—"

Before his words fell, Qin Weishu’s neck hairs suddenly stood on end, and a cold breath of death rapidly approached.

But he showed no fear; instead, his eyes briefly sparkled with excitement as he abruptly tilted his head, and in the next instant, an invisible blade formed by will-spirit narrowly grazed his neck!

Feeling the heartbeat of life and death closing in, an inexplicable thrill surged within him.

If his reaction had been a moment slower just now, he might have been decapitated. It seemed that this youngster... really dared to kill him.

Qin Weishu turned back towards Xu Yuan’s direction:

"Have you decided to make your move?"

"You just said my elder brother’s Dao heart was shattered by Xu Changge with three strikes, correct?"

"That’s the truth, you want to deny it?" Xu Yuan said with a smile.

"Deny it? No, no, no."

Qin Weishu’s lips curled into an excited smile, making his androgynously beautiful face somewhat sinister:

"I’m just informing you that my elder brother’s talent was actually quite average. If I had been of the same generation as that eldest son of the Xu Family, such a disgraceful event would never have occurred for the Qin Family."

"...."

There it was again.

After Lü Bu’s death, everyone boasts the bravery of Lü Bu.

Since they weren’t from the same generation, what’s the harm in a bit of bravado?

Xu Yuan wasn’t bothered by the other’s boasting; these proud spirits of heaven were always blindly arrogant until their pride was forcibly broken.

Qin Weijiu was like this, Mu Hongli was like this, and this Qin Weishu naturally followed suit.

Xu Yuan chuckled, shaking his head, and thus decided not to waste any more words with his opponent.

But just as this thought arose, he noticed a cluster of blue flames quietly emerging from the deep, dark mist behind his head!

Just as Xu Yuan thought this flame was about to explode, a sharp blade suddenly pierced through the blue fire with a "whoosh" sound!

The sharp blade moved, and the Sword’s Chant roared like a dragon.

Barely dodging to the side, Xu Yuan caught a glimpse of the cold gleaming sword blade and felt its undulations, inadvertently narrowing his eyes.

This spellcraft was rather interesting.

It had a whiff of spatial fluctuation within it.

Yet, what concerned Xu Yuan more was how, enshrouded in the black mist and with Qin Weishu’s cultivation, he could pinpoint Xu Yuan’s position so accurately.

There were some doubts in his mind, but not many.

The black mist was a concentration of his will-spirit, inherently providing concealment and detection resistance. The Blood Essence Meteoring Art’s soul-devouring secret technique turned will-spirit into a Slash Strike. The two combined and rounded up could almost be deemed a destitute version of a Dao Domain.

How could he lose when a body melded with the Dao Domain clashed against one without?

"You dodged it, huh."

Tens of meters away, Qin Weishu’s hand flickered with deep blue flames as he spoke with an amused tone:

"It seems I can enjoy this a little bit...."

"The difference between arrogance and self-confidence is just one word."

Xu Yuan glanced at the spell sword glowing with subdued blue light by his face, speaking calmly, "However, you do deserve some arrogance for finding my position in this black mist."

Qin Weishu dodged the numerous Soul Blades that rolled towards him as elegantly as a dancer, not annoyed, dodging while asking cheerfully:

"Oh.... what about next then?"

As the words fell, the blue flame in his hand suddenly flared, and the sword blade resting by Xu Yuan’s face suddenly changed direction to a horizontal slash—if not dodged in time, his head would be directly cut in two.

That is to say, if the youngster opposite wanted to avoid this sword, his next move would be to duck down.

Dozens of blue flames emerged and swelled up in front of Xu Yuan, with hints of cold light brewing amongst them.

Qin Weishu planned to seal off his escape, but the scene before him proved somewhat unexpected.

That youngster didn’t move as predicted, instead, merely glancing at the blue flames that emerged around him and then stepping toward him.

He did not dodge or evade, apparently intending to take the spellcraft head-on.

Seeking death.

Some regret crossed Qin Weishu’s mind.

Even the Great Grandmasters in the clan didn’t dare to take his Secret Sword Sky Orchid head-on. Here was a mere Integration Body who dare to be so presumptuous without testing the waters.

In the silence,

The dark blue light of the flame illuminated Xu Yuan’s cheeks amidst the black mist.

"Da...."

With a soft sound of footsteps, the first spell sword Sky Orchid struck Xu Yuan’s temple.

"Da..."

Taking a second step, the cold light of the blades that erupted from the dozen blue flames struck his body—thigh, arm, chest, head—all at once.

They were completely blocked...

At the moment when the sharp blade touched Xu Yuan’s body, the excitement in Qin Weishu’s eyes began to climb.

This young Sect scion of unknown name and origin was truly strong, capable of instantly killing anyone of the Same Rank.

His spell swords dissolved upon contact with a thin membrane encircling Xu Yuan’s body, and increasing the flow of Origin Qi was futile.

"Da..."

He took a third step, and the first clump of blue flame quietly extinguished.

"Da..."

On the fourth step, the spell swords dissolved, the blue flames scattered, and all went silent within the black mist as the footsteps continued to resonate ghostly.

And then the voice came softly through the darkness:

"Are you... done? Then, I shall begin."

This indifferent tone irked Qin Weishu. He opened his mouth to speak, but a sword’s edge was already striking from behind him.

Wasn’t this person a Soul Cultivator?

Why was his physical speed so fast?

Questions arose in his mind, but he didn’t panic; Qin Weishu turned and grabbed, his hand wrapped in blue flames, directly grasping the oncoming sword blade.