With the blessing of the Daoist Dragon and Tiger Pill, Li Haomiao felt as if he had already entered the realm of internal organ training. His energy flowed freely, and the force of each punch was astonishing.
With each punch, Li Miaojun was forced to withdraw his hand to defend. His fingers, like flowers, pulsated with strange vibrations, even dispelling the attack from within an inch of Li Haomiao's fist.
It was still a little off; if he had controlled his strength more effectively, Li Miaojun would have been defeated long ago.
Li Haomiao sighed inwardly with regret. Even though his limbs had grown back, they still needed time to adapt. After all, he had been missing them for months, and now the recovery process was taking time. Furthermore, the vitality required to regenerate a severed limb was too much, and even a single Dragon and Tiger Pill was insufficient.
Over time, Li Haomiao's control over his power reached ever-greater perfection.
At that moment, a resounding roar erupted from his chest, like the roar of an ancient beast. The sound waves shook the surrounding snow.
His legs planted firmly on the ground, sinking deep into the snow. Veins snaked across his arms like serpentine snakes, bulging layer upon layer beneath the tense muscles, each one taut with the strain of steel.
He clenched his palms, his fingers interlocking with precision to form a fist.
Then, like a cannon, his arm thrust forward with swift force. At the moment of the punch, his shoulder and back muscles simultaneously engaged, accumulating the force of his arm like surging waves, wave after wave, ever-increasing.
"True power?"
Li Miaoyun's eyes glared, and she reacted swiftly, raising her arms in defense. The gauze at her sleeves swirled with energy, billowing wildly, her stance steady. With
a resounding "bang," they both took several steps back.
Something was not good.
Li Haomiao's heart sank. He had mobilized the vibrant True Blood within him with this single punch, but still couldn't injure Li Miaoyun.
The Outer Three Combinations cultivate Qi, spanning two realms. Fighting against the Blood Training Realm, he thought he could dominate now that his True Blood was activated. Unexpectedly…
Li Miaoyun had made up her mind when she saw countless eerie, hair-thin black and blue veins instantly crawling all over her body, even her face.
Yet, this didn't affect her appearance, instead imbuing her with a breathtaking beauty. Each jagged black and blue vein on her body seemed natural.
"If you could cultivate True Qi, I'd turn and leave. But now you've barely activated your True Blood. Such arrogance is courting death…"
She pursed her lips. Since she possessed True Power, there was no need to worry. Just fight until he was left with only a breath. As long as his head was intact, there would be a way to save him.
She tapped her bare feet, and her figure, like a ghost, instantly approached.
So fast!
Li Haomiao's pupils shrank, and her feet shifted, using her body as a pivot. Her fists and palms swung, creating a powerful gust of wind to protect her.
However, Li Miaoyun's hands darted around Li Haomiao like a phantom, each strike precise and powerful, piercing his defenses and striking his vital points.
Though Li Haomiao tried to dodge, his newly acquired limbs, still unused, slowed him down, and he was soon struck multiple times by Li Miaoyun's attacks.
Blood oozed from the corners of Li Haomiao's mouth and wounds, staining his clothes crimson.
But his gaze remained resolute, his teeth clenched, enduring the excruciating pain as he searched for an opening to strike back.
As Li Miaoyun's frantic attacks continued, her aura grew increasingly unstable. These intense movements, which required mostly protecting her body, were extremely draining.
The energy she cultivated was nearly exhausted by the intense battle.
Suddenly, Li Miaoyun faced the approaching Li Haomiao, clasping her hands before her chest. A strange sound emanated from her, and a single, strange syllable uttered from her mouth.
"Buzz!"
Like a mighty bell, yet still audible, this strange syllable was quiet, almost whisper-like.
Yet, it gripped Li Haomiao's heart, causing him to lose focus and slow his attacks dramatically.
In a duel between masters, such a slow pause could be a catastrophic mistake, potentially determining victory or defeat.
Li Miaojun flicked her fingers, then pointed again, unleashing a surge of wind and thunder that pierced Li Haomiao's heart, plunging straight into it.
Li Haomiao grunted, but ignored it. His fists, like hammers, shattered the air with a heavy, humming sound. With a muffled thud, Li Miaojun flew backward like a drum. But in mid-air
,
she flipped with a counterintuitive movement, her figure floating in the air like a willow catkin, landing lightly on the snow.
Though every gesture held an ethereal quality, Li Miaojun's face grew even paler, the blood oozing from beneath her skin visible, her breathing extremely unstable.
Li Haomiao also stumbled, stumbling back a few steps before collapsing on the ground. His chest rose and fell rapidly, then slowed to a crawl.
Li Miaojun's finger had pierced his heart. He needed to regulate his heartbeat, contracting it, or he would die instantly.
Li Miaojun steadied her breath and slowly approached Li Haomiao. Her eyes were no longer cold, now tinged with murderous intent. But as if a thought occurred to her, the sharpness quickly faded.
"If His Majesty hadn't wanted you alive, you would have died." The moment she finished her words, a dark figure leaped out from the side like lightning, the force of a tiger.
As they charged , their feet pounded the snow, leaving pits and craters. It was Xu Yunfan.
He grabbed Li Miaojun tightly, his arms and legs intertwined, and he pinned her to the ground.
Li Miaoyun had never experienced anything like this before, and her expression was visibly stunned for a moment. Then, quickly reacting, anger flashed across her face for the first time.
"Let me go!"
She tried to mobilize her Qi, but found it had already been depleted during her fight with Li Haomiao. If she didn't, the Qi she had cultivated for years would be wasted. This moment of hesitation filled her.
Li Haomiao, lying on the ground, saw this and forced himself to rise, his shaky body, summoning the remaining zhenli within him. A faint, barely perceptible golden light shone from his fingertips, and he pointed a finger at Li Miaoyun's chest.
This imperceptible golden glow instantly surged into Li Miaoyun's body, tightly sealing the now-faint Qi within her.
Li Miaoyun groaned in pain, her tense body instantly going limp.
Her eyes were filled with resentment and disbelief. Her Qi was being sealed?!
After completing this attack, Li Haomiao completely lost his ability to fight. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
The bloody hole in his chest, which Li Miaoyun had stabbed, kept opening and closing, and blood began to flow out.
He was exhausted and could no longer hold his body together.
But when he heard the crackling sound of Xu Yunfan's grip on Li Miaoyun, Li Haomiao said,
"Don't, don't kill her. I've sealed the energy in her body now. She's no different from a weak woman. She's very useful."
(End of this chapter)