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At that moment, I truly dared not linger for even a second. The Sima Saintess was an unknown entity, and judging by her appearance, her skill level was undoubtedly high. I was certain I was no match for her. If it came down to a fight, I would lose within a few exchanges, and my body would be taken over—then the chaos would truly begin!
I ran for my life, and Ghost Granny was also doing her part. Brandishing the Divine Whip, she leaped into action, shouting, "I'll hold her off for a bit; you just keep running..."
Before she could finish her sentence, I heard a loud crack followed by Ghost Granny's anguished scream.
The sound of her scream was piercing and startled me. I thought to myself, "Please tell me Ghost Granny isn't done for." Instinctively, I turned to take a look.
There I saw Ghost Granny sprawled on the ground, wailing in pain. Standing beside her was Bald Qiang, wielding a rusty iron rod and shouting "Victory in the Holy War!" It was clear that Bald Qiang had just ambushed Ghost Granny; he had somehow found an iron rod and knocked her down!
But that wasn't all!
Just after Bald Qiang had taken down Ghost Granny, Big Mouth Lee charged in like a mad dog, lunging at Ghost Granny's thigh with his mouth wide open. His facial muscles were taut with effort—it was obvious he was putting all his strength into it. The spot he bit was right at the base of her thigh, causing Ghost Granny to howl and curse "Turtle Grandson" in agony.
I felt that Ghost Granny should actually be thanking me. If I hadn't accidentally knocked out Big Mouth Lee's two front teeth when I first arrived, given his current frenzy, he would have surely torn off a chunk of flesh from her!
As for the Sima Saintess, she floated in mid-air and flew straight toward me like a fleeting shadow. Her speed was astonishing; clad in white robes with long hair flowing behind her, she looked beautiful—but combined with her skeletal face, it became quite eerie and sinister.
Moreover, she was incredibly fast!
As I ran while glancing back at this scene, my heart sank. There was no way I could escape; her speed was too great—at least three times faster than mine—like a speeding car racing toward me. Even if I exerted every ounce of strength I had, it would be futile!
If escape was impossible, then I had no choice but to fight back!
Come on! Since I couldn't block her advance, I'd have to brace myself for impact!
I tried to summon the Killing Intent around me. Suddenly, my muscles tensed up completely as I attempted to leap backward. At that moment, I had reached the doorway while the Sima Saintess closed in behind me—about two meters away!
Two meters was my optimal attack range!
My gaze sharpened as I gritted my teeth. In the instant I reached the doorway, I drew a breath from deep within my abdomen up into my chest. Using the momentum from my forward motion, I leaped up suddenly. My feet pushed hard against the right side of the doorway, propelling me more than a meter into the air. Adrenaline surged through me at that moment; excitement coursed through my veins as I trembled uncontrollably. Then, mid-air, I twisted my waist and turned around!
Clang!
At that moment, the blade at my waist was drawn, and a brilliant blue light sliced through the dim atmosphere, instantly channeling the hidden Killing Intent within me. I could almost see a glimmer of light; damn, my skills have improved so much that I can now unleash sword energy!
Sword energy is actually a form of Daoist Spiritual Energy. When the vigorous Killing Intent within one's body manifests, it condenses into a mist-like substance in the metallic qi...
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. In an instant, I had already confronted the Sima Saintess. At that moment, I leaped and appeared diagonally in front of her. Without hesitation, I raised my blade and struck down towards her forehead. The Hundred Slicing Blade, though a waist knife, was no lightweight; it was much heavier than the sabers used by prairie warriors. Its long and straight blade was perfect for slashing, so my strike carried immense force, akin to splitting mountains. As the blade sliced through the air, it let out a faint whistling sound, and I couldn't help but roar out a battle cry: "Kill!"
As the words left my mouth, the blade fell!
An unexpected change occurred at that moment.
I saw that the Sima Saintess suddenly emitted a thick Eerie Energy, which formed a thin layer of shimmering protective shield above her forehead, entirely composed of Eerie Energy—like she was holding an umbrella over her head!
Then, my blade made intimate contact with the shield she had raised.
Clang!
In an instant, the Hundred Slicing Blade rang out lightly, and my palm tingled as I heard a crack. The protective shield above the Sima Saintess's head shattered under my strike, sending her flying!
Then I landed heavily on the ground. The moment my heavy military boots hit the ground, my feet tingled from the impact—one could only imagine how powerful that landing was!
I didn’t hesitate; that previous strike had caught the Sima Saintess off guard with a sudden turn and counterattack. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had any chance at all. Now was the time to take advantage of her weakness; I absolutely couldn’t let her create distance between us. In an instant, I dashed forward again without saying a word and lifted my blade to stab at her chest!
This is what they mean by seizing the momentum—once you start strong, you must keep pushing forward!
At this moment, I summoned my courage and dared to fight fiercely. I feared that after witnessing her abilities, I might lose my nerve, so I acted decisively!
However, the Sima Saintess stood there motionless until my blade tip was less than ten centimeters from her chest when she suddenly opened her mouth and uttered a single word!
It was a language I had never heard before—its syllables were ancient and heavy. I suspected these sounds could not possibly be produced by human vocal cords; yet they contained a mysterious and unfathomable power. As soon as that word resonated in the air, it exploded like thunder in my ears. In an instant, I felt dizzy and disoriented, completely succumbing to an eerie state of confusion. My body went limp, and the blade slipped from my grasp.
This state lasted for about three or four seconds. I subconsciously recited the mental mantra taught by the Mao Shan Patriarch, and suddenly, a surge of energy erupted within me, awakening my senses. I struggled to open my eyes.
Indeed, the Sima Saintess had somehow appeared right in front of me, standing alarmingly close. Her skeletal face was almost pressed against mine, cold as ice. She was tall, nearly my height, and our gazes were perfectly aligned. As I opened my eyes, I could see her decayed eyeballs clearly. I nearly retched at the sight; her eyes were completely ruined, filled with a milky white pus that was utterly disgusting.
However, what was even more bizarre was that there was a hint of confusion in her eyes. It was hard to imagine how strange it looked for those decayed eyeballs to express any semblance of doubt!
Perhaps the Sima Saintess still didn’t realize I had regained consciousness, as she continued to circle around me.
What did she want? Was she planning to seize my meteorite?
I hadn’t even brought this meteorite when I fled; it was only after the old man handed it to Bald Qiang that it returned to me!
Then, her ghostly face slid down my body until it was pressed against my chest, and she reached out with her claw-like hand to snatch the meteorite from my waist!
I was startled and finally understood why she had been so close without taking further action—she wanted my body to leave the Soul Transformation Array. Was it because the meteorite protected me that she couldn’t succeed?
Goosebumps erupted all over me; this time, the meteorite had saved my life. There was no way I would let her take it! I prepared to resist, but before I could muster any Killing Intent, a cold female voice suddenly echoed through the church, chilling like shards of ice. “Hmph, ugly creature, dare you compete with me for a man?”
As soon as those words fell, a pale hand with long sleeves shot out from my chest with lightning speed and slapped the Sima Saintess across the face. With her ghostly face pressed against my chest, there was no way she could dodge! There was a sharp crack as she received a solid slap, so powerful that it sent her flying.
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