Peace Order
Chapter 208 - 106: The Origin Dharma Form, Red Dragon Takes to the Sky

Chapter 208: Chapter 106: The Origin Dharma Form, Red Dragon Takes to the Sky

The temperature around skyrocketed in an instant.

Hou Zhongyu tried to dodge, but it was already too late, the Qilin, which should have been firmly restrained, had somehow already stood up and was standing behind him, its mouth wide open. Li Guanyi twisted Hou Zhongyu’s hand behind his back.

Then, he leaped backward, drew his knees up, and stomped on Hou Zhongyu’s chest.

Let go.

The legs kicked out fiercely.

Hou Zhongyu suddenly realized that even if he temporarily reached the level of a high-realm martial artist by relying on magic, allowing his strength and body to enhance briefly, he was after all a magician who had been sitting for years, clueless in the control of his own power, and the dissipation and transformation of Jin Qi.

It was like a three-year-old child swinging a heavy hammer.

Li Guanyi sent him stumbling back three steps with this move.

In the next instant, the blazing Qilin Fire fell straight down, forming a pillar of fire that enveloped Hou Zhongyu. The high temperature crystallized the bluestone floor beneath their feet in just a moment, and Li Guanyi was forced back by the heat wave with his arms crossed, his Jinwu Armor nearly turning into a furnace.

But Li Guanyi immediately discovered.

Hou Zhongyu wasn’t dead.

The flames spat out fiercely, Hou Zhongyu’s skin carbonized then rapidly regenerated. Despite the crow’s feet densely packed on his face, he resiliently withstood the Qilin Fire. Pressed down by the flames to the ground, he still managed to roll out. The Qilin was still restrained, capable of attacking but unable to follow through.

Li Guanyi’s head went numb.

Watching the magician’s charred flesh then split open, unveiling skin that still emitted heat, yet still alive, with eye sockets resembling those of a skull, he began healing at a visible rate.

A magician from the Third Layer Heaven, so hard to kill!?

No, this isn’t just any ordinary Third Realm magician, Li Guanyi thought of what Elder Xue had told him, of those cultivators who halted at every level, seeking the limits of that stage of cultivation. They don’t take the usual route of breakthrough, don’t extend the length, but widen the breadth instead.

This kind of state, he feared, was the [Vitality Undying] cultivated to its utmost limit.

Just like the Vajra Body cultivated by the Buddhist Sect monks.

Li Guanyi came to his senses, he lunged forward, reaching out.

He grabbed the tripod nearby.

Hoisted it, stepped forward.

The floor shattered under the force of his step, and the raised hand that held the heavy tripod smashed down. With a loud bang, the stone tripod broke and Hou Zhongyu was struck so hard that his skull caved in, yet he still regenerated.

Li Guanyi, using Qi Observation Skill, saw that the old magician’s heart still had an undying breath.

He charged forward, using the tripod to knock Hou Zhongyu over.

This time Hou Zhongyu could use magic.

Though the blow was tremendously forceful, it was as if hitting heavy armor. The tripod shattered, but the old magician still managed to crawl up.

Almost instinctively.

Li Guanyi drew the short sword from his waist, gripped the hilt with both hands, and stabbed towards Hou Zhongyu’s heart. The magic that could resist the chopping of swords and blades seemed suddenly useless, as the weapon in Li Guanyi’s hand went directly into Hou Zhongyu’s chest without any hindrance.

The magic was severed, the bones split open, smoothly like a clump of rotten mud.

Hou Zhongyu’s body stiffened.

He opened his mouth, slowly lowered his head, and looked at the short sword in Li Guanyi’s hand. The Jin Qi burst forth, the cloth wrapped around the blade shattered, revealing the ancient inscriptions on it—

[Qiushui].

Hou Zhongyu’s vocal cords were shattered, he just rasped:

"Qiushui without a trace...?"

Li Guanyi pierced through his vitals, and when he withdrew the sword, the wound showed only white flesh with not a drop of blood. It took three full breaths before blood flowed out, and on the blade of the short sword, there remained a tranquil clarity, as serene as an autumn stream, without the slightest trace of blood.

Li Guanyi kicked Hou Zhongyu in the chest.

He strenuously executed Duke Chen’s Absolute Skill.

[Mountain Shattering]!

A burst of air exploded.

Hou Zhongyu was sent flying, staggering backward and sitting on the ground. The meridians that had just healed ruptured again, and despite being one of the world’s top magicians, at this moment he had lost the ability to counter-attack. In this moment, he suddenly understood the essence of the killing intent that martial artists adamantly pursued.

Without means to protect oneself, vitality alone makes one only hard to kill.

It’s truly a chaotic world...

Hou Zhongyu sighed. He watched the young man slowly moving away from him.

Anger and hatred had disappeared, and at the end, he closed his eyes, seemingly turning back into that child who, fearful, watched the heavy snow falling on the battlefield, with his father, mother, and sister all dead, and he not wanting to die. White snow fell, a person holding an umbrella approached, reaching out a hand.

The Great Mage, whose body was almost out of blood, murmured at the end:

"Teacher, I’m cold..."

He reached out, touching that warm light.

Boom!!!!

Qilin Fire burned down.

This time Hou Zhongyu had not an ounce of resistance left; the magician who sought the extremes of [Vitality Undying] in the Three-story Building, the orphan picked up from the battlefield amidst the heavy snow by his teacher, died amidst endless flames.

Li Guanyi stumbled, sitting down on the ground, gasping for air.

The stone floor had melted and then crystallized, and even the bones of Hou Zhongyu took more than a dozen breaths to slowly disappear. Li Guanyi grinned, finding magicians of this level truly troublesome.

"Really, so hard to kill."

If it weren’t for being in the palace, if there weren’t a Formation and a Qilin.

A common Third Layer martial artist, even a Ranger General of a country, might not be able to kill this magician.

He felt more than ever that mere cultivation or realm was not enough to determine life and death, or victory and defeat.