Chapter 35
Dark Battle Angel: False Idols.
Back in the battle area, Feitian was already making his move.
Things had developed quickly—it had only been a few moments since Feitian disengaged their battle before going full Idol mode.
"You've fought well. It would be best for you to admit defeat here, or else you might be severely hurt. This power isn't completely under my control." Feitian spoke indifferently, but Lu Xie Tong didn't say a word in reply.
Feitian sighed. "I can only control a single weapon at a time, of the thousand for now, but it's still more than enough to destroy you. I've warned you—it's your funeral."
"So be it," Lu Xie Tong said flatly.
At that moment, the silhouette struck the drum it held in its hand.
Gong\
The first beat sounded, reaching straight to her heart.
Ba-dump\
She quivered. Her heart felt a painful tug.
"I slayed ten thousand fiends, and then a hundred thousand more."
Gong\
"The last to bathe in the waning lights of dusk."
Gong\
"I threaded the path through hell to create my own heaven."
Gong\
...
Gong\
Gong\
Ba-dump\...Ba-dump\...Ba-dump\...Ba-dump\...Ba-dump\...Ba-dump\
Each verse was accompanied by a thunderous beat that resonated directly with her heart, her meridians, her very soul. Blood splashed from her lips. Her knees buckled.
Her Qi refused to flow.
Kneeling on the floor, her hands propping her dainty figure, the blood from her dainty mouth tainted her clothes.
This suppression came from the fundamental difference in the level of their Qi.
Lu Xie Tong's Qi was only at the Condensed Qi level, while Yan Feitian's was at the TrueQi level. True Qi is Qi in its purest essence—Condensed Qi must be refined threefolds to attain such purity, making it at least three times denser and more potent than Condensed Qi.
With such a natural disadvantage, the fact that Lu Xie Tong had kept up with Feitian until now proved how vast her Condensed Qi reserve was.
"Give up. I'm reluctant to hurt you, but that doesn't mean I won't if you remain stubborn," Yan Feitian said coldly.
"Xie'er! It's enough, you've done well already. No one would blame you," Yin Feiyu, who had been long anxious, finally spoke out.
"A hundred years is never too long to take revenge—but you need to be alive and well to do that," Yang Jiang tried to dissuade her as well.
"You should listen to your family. You can find me in a hundred years' time to take revenge—if you live that long." Feitian's words were laced with mockery.
"Forget a hundred years, I'm determined to stomp your sorry ass today." Lu Xie Tong laughed sardonically, but her words were interrupted by another spurt of blood—courtesy of the drum.
"Dream on!" Yan Feitian spat.
Lu Xie Tong decided to ignore him. Though she appeared weak and pitiful, in truth she was searching for a way to end it quickly.
But in her moment of despair she had noticed something interesting about the Prismatic Eye—not only could it see energy through energy, but if she did it right, she could also mimic that energy flow.
The mystic art Yan Feitian was using was too appealing to pass up. She had endured such harrowing pain just to study and memorize the False Idol's energy flow, and now it was almost complete. But she was already at her limit with the drumbeats, so she decided to stop there.
"Hahaha... Haaaaa!" Lu Xie Tong suddenly laughed out loud, ending it with a shrike, stunning everyone into thinking she had finally lost a screw from being battered so severely.
Slowly, she rose to her feet. Blood streaked her chin. Her fingers ran through her hair, ruffling it into a wild, tangled mane.
In the past, before her age regressed, she had this habit and it meant only one thing — she was truly, utterly furious.
"You bully... how could you put I your grandmother through such harrowing pain for so long? You deserve a beating."
The crowd feared the worst—Lu Xie Tong had finally lost it.
But they felt it was natural. Anyone would definitely have a few screws knocked loose after having to endure that for so long.
"How sad!" someone from the crowd lamented.
Even Feitian believed it. Her disheveled hair obscured her face, her head hung low—she looked every bit like a lunatic.
"Berserk!!"
She exclaimed flatly, and the Qi within her body instantly became violent.
This was the first ability granted by the Good Luck Wishing Weed—Berserk. Her Qi had adopted the violent nature of the emerald pond beneath the Jumbling Decal Bushweed which she had encountered on the fourth floor of the Sky Reaching Pagoda during her trial.
Emerald gaseous Qi poured from her body like a broken dam, swirling around her disheveled figure.
She was attempting a risky process, after observing the bloody idol's energy flow she was attempting to create her own.
For this she needed two parts–Vast amount of Qi, which her berserked condensed Qi could act as a substitute.
As for the second part–An energy Avarta. She hadn't even practiced any proper cultivating art not to consider condensing an Avarta.
However she had a solution to this and that was.....
Bloodline Incineration.
By burning the Primordial carp's sanguine essence she had assimilated during the trial she could temporarily make up for the lack of Avarta. However their was a minor price....
Although this was a waste, she still had a huge reserve of the complete layers of sanguine essence gained from the eleventh floor of the Sky Reaching Pagoda to compensate.
"Let our false idols play." Her voice curling into a smile that no one could see beneath her hair.
Lu Xie Tong began floating upwards as a brilliant black-and-white carp fishing scene materialized with her at its epicenter. It was hazy, just like Feitian's. Her raging emerald Qi surged into the hazy silhouette, transforming it into a massive idol not inferior to her opponent's.
Lu Xie Tong charged at Feitian, the two fishes revolving rapidly around her small figure.
Feitian yelled loudly as amethyst light began burning fiercely in his eyes, rapidly tinting the bloody idol a deep purple shade. With this, the false idol began beating the drum more loudly, reciting its disconcerting mantra even faster.
At this point, even the space quivered with each beat.
Lu Xie Tong retaliated by slashing with her soft sword, prompting the white carp to charge out, biting off a few arms from Feitian's bloody idol.
Having the arm wielding the battle drum bitten off, he opted for a grueling bloody chain. He threw it out, quickly wrapping it around the neck of the retreating hazy white carp. With a yanking motion, he slammed it into the floor.