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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 3: [Qiu Prefecture Lantern Festival]
Chapter 77 (221): [Desperate Struggle]
(77th of Volume 3)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Chen Wenwu was already deeply shaken by the sudden turn of events. His body was injured, his internal organs ached, and now he saw the two figures descending from above and below, like gods of slaughter, their Battle Technique Intent raging with ferocity.
His heart pounded with terror.
He didn't have time to think.
Hearing the words "Kill Chen Wenwu first," he landed on his feet and immediately retreated.
Then, he turned and activated the Spiritual Mist Concealment Technique, bursting off the stone bridge and leaping onto a nearby building.
In a flash, he vanished without a trace.
That speed was the fastest he'd ever moved in his life.
Only one thought filled his mind as he cursed them under his breath: "They only dare to pick on the weak!"
According to Li Weiyi's plan, the first move was their best chance to kill Yu Zi outright.
Yu Zi was indeed formidable, far stronger than ordinary Inheritors. In a one-on-one fight, he could crush them within dozens of moves.
But aside from Luan Sheng Lin You, Ge Xiantong, and Zuoqiu Hong, who dares to claim that they could defeat two Inheritors working together?
Which Inheritor was simple?
Each could hold their own against the weakest Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators.
Even Cang Li, before he reached perfection in the Seventh Sea, had been defeated by the combined power of Long Ting and the Wuxin Golden Ape.
Even at his peak, Yu Zi would struggle to withstand the combined attacks of Li Weiyi and Yang Qingxi for more than five moves without defeat.
"Clang!"
The Tai Xuan Needle's dazzling light pierced the night.
Yu Zi dared not close his eyes, instead summoning a surge of spiritual Qi and channeling it into his Flowing Silver Mask.
The mask detached from his face, coalescing into a mystical silver shield, which blocked Yang Qingxi's first and most dangerous sword strike aimed at his brow.
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi unleashed his Cihang Enlightenment Finger force from afar, summoning a blizzard of snowflakes.
The force was overwhelmingly powerful, arriving simultaneously with the Tai Xuan Needle.
In his current state, how could Yu Zi possibly defend against two such lethal attacks at once?
Having barely survived the coffin lid's impact, he swung the Hundred-Character Scripture Artifact Silver Ruler, which he hadn't even had time to fully activate.
"Boom!"
The Silver Ruler shattered the finger force beam.
The explosion tore through the night sky, its energy ripples spreading hundreds of meters outward.
Li Weiyi inwardly marveled at Yu Zi's terrifying combat prowess. Even in such a desperate situation, he had managed to withstand their first attack - a feat that defied all logic.
This was a carefully planned ambush, and they wouldn't give Yu Zi a moment's respite.
As Li Weiyi launched his Cihang Enlightenment Finger, the Yellow Dragon Sword slashed down diagonally, trailing a crescent-shaped sword radiance.
Even the residual energy of the sword radiance cleaved a deep groove into the stone bridge, which was protected by a Formation.
"Pfft!"
Yu Zi's newly summoned protective spiritual Qi was shattered by the sword radiance. He coughed up blood again, stumbled back several steps, and found it difficult to effectively gather his spiritual Qi.
At that moment, he loathed Chen Wenwu.
If Chen Wenwu hadn't fled and had held off the attack for just a few breaths, Yu Zi could have instantly turned the tide of the battle.
The two combatants fought too swiftly for Yu Zi to even attempt escape. Any attempt to turn his back would have meant instant death.
The shield formed by the Flowing Silver Mask couldn't withstand Yang Qingxi's sword.
"Slash!"
The Tai Xuan Needle struck Yu Zi's neck like lightning.
The sword tip emerged from the back of his neck...
Strangely, Yu Zi remained composed, gritting his teeth and groaning.
Instead, he punched Yang Qingxi in the chest.
This punch was delivered with pure physical strength.
Yang Qingxi's protective spiritual Qi and Battle Technique Intent were both shattered.
Ultimately, it was the Spiritual artifact battle armor she wore that blocked Yu Zi's fist.
She was sent flying back several dozen feet, landing on one knee and using her sword to support herself.
Gritting her teeth, she spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes blazing with cold fury as she charged back into the fray.
Yang Qingxi knew perfectly well that if she could kill Yu Zi tonight, her father and grandfather would have ample reason and confidence to protect her life before the major families of the Sui Sect.
Killing Yu Zi would make her and the Sui Sect famous throughout the world, and she might even catch the eye of the Second Palace Master.
'Then I'll fight with everything I have!'
There would never be another chance like this to change her fate.
Never again.
"Aaaah!"
Yu Zi, caught off guard, managed to punch Yang Qingxi away, but Li Weiyi's sword still sliced through his scalp, taking a chunk of his skull with it.
Li Weiyi had aimed to sever his neck, but Yu Zi's swift movements had allowed him to dodge the fatal blow.
Yu Zi was not human, so Yang Qingxi's sword piercing his neck was not immediately fatal.
However, having his scalp and skull sliced open by the Yellow Dragon Sword caused him excruciating pain. A strange power invaded his skull and spread throughout his body.
He was unable to fully mobilize his spiritual Qi, unable to refine it immediately, and had to fend off the relentless, coordinated attacks of his two opponents.
"Bang!"
Yang Qingxi's sword pierced Yu Zi's chest.
The sword tip was blocked by his Spiritual artifact battle armor, but the armor was not fully activated and could not deflect much of the penetrating force.
Yu Zi was sent flying backward...
Li Weiyi followed closely, his sword flashing with lightning speed.
"Pfft!"
The sword pierced through Yu Zi's Spiritual artifact battle armor, leaving a foot-long gash across his chest, exposing the white bone beneath.
Yang Qingxi descended from the sky, thrusting a fatal sword toward Yu Zi's brow.
"You... seek death..."
The furious roar echoed through the night, causing the stone bridge to collapse with a thunderous crash.
After enduring their three attacks, Yu Zi finally summoned sufficient spiritual Qi, unleashing a dazzling six-colored radiance from within. Even the blood from his wounds turned six-colored.
"Hiss!"
His robes burst apart, replaced by six-colored feathers sprouting from his skin. His arms transformed into wings...
In an instant, he reverted to his original form, becoming a colossal Six-Colored Peacock over ten meters long. His magnificent tail feathers unfurled, ablaze with flames, clashing head-on with a silver river of light descending from the sky, over ten meters long.
"Pfft!"
The Long River Intent shattered, and Yang Qingxi was struck by Yu Zi's tail feathers, reduced to a bloody mess as she was sent flying through the air.
But the desperate strike had also driven the Tai Xuan Needle deep into Yu Zi's body.
Even as the giant Six-Colored Peacock, the wound inflicted by the Yellow Dragon Sword remained horrifyingly visible, growing larger as his body expanded.
The sword wound across his chest and abdomen was particularly gruesome, stretching several meters long and half a meter deep.
Li Weiyi's attack failed.
Yu Zi's claw tore through his protective spiritual Qi, leaving him reeling as if struck by a mountain of five fingers. His bones cracked, and he was instantly severely wounded.
Against an opponent of this caliber, once Yu Zi regained his composure and stabilized his momentum, any single strike would be nearly impossible for Li Weiyi to withstand in his current state.
This was why he didn't unleash the Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors.
They only had a fleeting golden window of opportunity - a mere breath or two - to strike with overwhelming speed.
The Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperor's current offensive power was unlikely to inflict a fatal wound on Yu Zi, and it would only hinder Li Weiyi and Yang Qingxi's ability to attack.
Li Weiyi retreated swiftly, seeing the massive Six-Colored Peacock already consumed by bloodlust and charging forward again.
He also noticed the two attendants stabilizing their injuries and hurrying back, along with Chen Wenwu, who had fled but was now returning.
Realizing the situation was hopeless, he knew they had to retreat, no matter how unwilling he was.
"Let's go!" Li Weiyi roared, pulling the severely wounded Yang Qingxi back from her desperate attempt to fight on.
"No! There's still a chance, a once-in-a-millennium opportunity! I won't give up..."
Yang Qingxi's hair was disheveled, her eyes burning with murderous intent.
"Slap!"
Li Weiyi slapped her hard across the face.
Even if they somehow managed to defeat Yu Zi, they would be surrounded by Chen Wenwu and the two attendants.
In their current severely wounded state, death was inevitable.
Yang Qingxi clenched her fists, turned her head, and glared coldly at Li Weiyi.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, she calmed herself: "Let's go!"
The two of them leaped off the broken bridge and plunged into the water.
The river was frigid, but because it flowed down from Taoli (Peach and Plum) Mountain, it had absorbed spiritual Qi and hadn't frozen over.
Yang Qingxi activated her Water Escape Technique. Li Weiyi clung tightly to her neck, the sound of rushing water roaring in her ears - incredibly fast, almost eerie.
She was too severely injured, and carrying someone else made it even harder.
After only four miles of escaping along the river, she began coughing up blood.
The technique faltered...
The two of them surfaced.
Li Weiyi sensed something and turned to look back, his scalp prickling with dread.
A massive, six-colored avian shadow soared above the winding river, tracking them by their Qi. Its terrifying killing intent sent shivers down their spines even from miles away.
Yu Zi possessed the same sensitive spiritual Qi perception as the Second Phoenix, so he knew Yang Qingxi had stolen the five chests of Yongquan Coins. Now, he was using this perception to determine the direction of her Water Escape.
Yang Qingxi finished regulating her Qi, her face ashen as death. Trembling, she whispered, "Let's go... I can still use Water Escape once more..."
Li Weiyi stared intently at the massive avian shadow descending from the sky: "We're not running anymore! Since it dared to pursue us alone, we'll send it to its grave."
Li Weiyi had previously feared being cornered by Chen Wenwu and his two attendants, fearing they wouldn't be able to escape. But Yu Zi's speed was too great, leaving the three pursuers on the ground far behind.
This distance was Li Weiyi's chance to strike.
And he had only one chance.
"Are you going to fight again? We're both severely wounded. We can't afford another battle. We have no chance," Yang Qingxi said.
Li Weiyi replied, "Exactly! If you think we have no chance, so will he. He's also badly injured."
A crazed fighting spirit ignited in Yang Qingxi's eyes: "Fine! Let's see whose life is tougher!"
"What Spiritual Qi level have you reached?"
"Sixth-Level."
"Excellent. If you can withstand one of his attacks and survive, he's dead today. As long as you still have a breath left, I'll carry you away with me."
After stuffing the Ghost Banner into Yang Qingxi's hands, Li Weiyi swiftly plunged into the water and vanished.
"Why aren't you running?"
Though the Yellow Dragon Sword had wounded Yu Zi's head, he hadn't completely lost his senses.
He had pursued them because he knew how severely wounded Yang Qingxi was - she couldn't have gone far.
Yang Qingxi stared intently at the rapidly approaching Yu Zi. The wildness in her eyes receded, replaced by an unprecedented state of rationality and calm. She channeled spiritual Qi into the Ghost Banner.
Within the Ghost Banner, Nether Mist began to churn.
Releasing a Ghost General took time.
In a battle where life and death hung on a moment's decision, this delay was far too long!
Yu Zi knew the Ghost Banner contained a Ghost General whose combat prowess rivaled his own.
How could he give Yang Qingxi a chance to unleash it?
With a fierce beat of his wings, he unleashed his fastest speed, diving down to tear her to shreds before she could act.
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi leaped from the water to Yu Zi's right, his feet treading on the golden light of the Yellow Dragon.
In an instant, he appeared above the Six-Colored Peacock's head, ten yards above the water's surface.
Five Battle Technique Intents manifested behind him, each of the five Li Weiyi figures simultaneously executing Martial-Mystic Techniques.
Gripping his sword hilt tightly, he raised the blade above his head.
In that instant, he unleashed 140% of his combat prowess, reaching Inheritor-level.
"Whoosh!"
A sword qi longer than the Six-Colored Peacock's body, like a blinding streak of light, slashed across its neck.
"Pfft!"
Head and body separated, blood gushing like a waterfall.
The river water turned crimson.
The headless peacock corpse plummeted, splashing up a massive spray.
It then resurfaced, floating lifelessly on the water.
When Chen Wenwu and his two attendants arrived, they were met with this horrifying spectacle.
Their hearts sank to the depths of despair, and they silently cried out, "Oh heavens, we're doomed!"
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END OF CHAPTER
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