After the Great Dao died

Chapter 40 I Am the Real Tiger

Sun Ninghu remained silent.

His breathing grew heavier, his chest heaved more violently, and two flames burned in his light brown eyes, filled with both shock and fear.

His legs trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the urge to turn around and run away.

"My lord, this servant is under the command of Princess Yunhe..."

Qiu Chihu remained silent, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

The knife slowly emerged from its sheath.

The blade is extremely long, more than a foot longer than an ordinary goose feather knife.

The back of the blade is extremely thick, while the blade itself is extremely thin, as thin as a cicada's wing, gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the sunlight.

There are faint silver patterns flowing along the blade, extending from the hilt to the tip, like a silver snake coiled around the blade, emitting a cold glint.

The moment the sword was drawn, the air within a radius of several feet suddenly turned cold.

Chen Lingxi immediately understood.

"This sword... is no ordinary weapon!"

Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, Sun Ninghu suddenly let out a low roar and pounced on Qiu Chihu.

His claws extended simultaneously, crimson energy flickering on his ten fingers, tearing the surrounding air apart with ten sharp whistling sounds.

He put all his strength into that pounce, becoming like a real tiger, unstoppable.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Qiu Chihu gently flipped the long sword in his hand.

A knife!

Just one cut.

The blade flashed upwards, carrying the essence of silver marrow and blood, and a chilling light, slashing right at Sun Ninghu's right arm!

The blade was so fast that Chen Lingxi only saw a very thin silver line streak across the air before hearing the sound of bones shattering.

"what!"

With a scream!

Sun Ninghu's right arm was severed at the shoulder, the cut smooth as a mirror, and blood gushed out, staining half of his body crimson.

He screamed and fell backward, his left hand pressing hard on his severed arm, blood gushing from between his fingers and pooling on the ground.

Qiu Chihu stepped forward, placed a foot on Sun Ninghu's chest, and looked down at him.

His face was bathed in the radiance of the two beams of true light above Sun Ninghu's head, flickering between light and shadow, making his smile appear even more terrifying!

Sun Ninghu trembled all over, his lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could speak, Qiu Chihu's blade moved.

The blade plunged into his throat.

Sun Ninghu's body convulsed violently a few times, then remained still.

Qiu Chihu drew his sword, wiped the blood off the blade with Sun Ninghu's clothes, and then sheathed it.

He stood there, looking down at Sun Ninghu's corpse.

"I am the true tiger." He spoke, his voice not loud, as if talking to himself, or perhaps to the corpse: "You lackey, you dare to share my name?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Ninghu's corpse began to dissolve.

Starting from the limbs, it gradually transformed into fine specks of light, like sand piles scattered by the wind, silently dissipating into the air, and then turning into a ray of light.

This radiance, along with the two beams of true light that originally emanated from his head, drifted toward Qiu Chihu.

Qiu Chihu didn't even glance at him. He gripped the hilt of his sword and strode towards the mountain path, with the eighteen beams of true light above his head following him.

Chen Lingxi sat motionless in the tree canopy.

He watched through the gaps in the leaves as Qiu Chihu's figure disappeared at the end of the mountain path before slowly withdrawing his gaze and closing his eyelids again.

The canopy was so quiet that only the sound of the wind and the rustling of the locust leaves could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, several muffled thuds echoed from the distant mountain valley.

Chen Ling opened her eyes.

Qiu Chihu stood on the mountain path not far away, looking around and muttering to himself, "Where is another lackey hiding?"

He frowned in thought.

Chen Lingxi seemed to sense something.

"Except for me, all the other fighting beasts are dead."

He stood up!

The tree canopy rustles.

Qiu Chihu suddenly realized something and raised his head to look in the direction of the tree canopy.

His gaze pierced through the layers of locust leaves and met Chen Lingxi's eyes.

He tilted his head and grinned.

"You good-for-nothing, you hid it well."

Chen Ling brushed off the few withered leaves clinging to his robes, then leaped and landed lightly in a clearing in the woods.

Without saying a word, Qiu Chihu stepped forward and casually slashed with his sword.

The blades gleamed, and silver marrow rained down!

Chen Lingxi's blood and qi surged, and he unleashed a powerful punch.

Cities crumble, mountains crumble!

The force of the punch shattered the blade's light!

Qiu Chihu's expression changed.

He saw the faint, silvery-white radiance beneath Chen Lingxi's skin, and the unique, chilling aura of silver marrow in his blood and qi.

"Silver Bone." He raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Indeed, a Silver Bone Beast Fighter is quite rare in Yuanjiang Prefecture."

As he spoke, he gently vibrated his knife.

A cold glint flashed from the blade.

The blade was covered in flowing silver marrow, its qi and blood swirling and fluctuating, causing the air within a few feet to hiss.

"You've been hiding from me for so long, wasting my time and making me lose face in front of the Crown Prince." The smile on his face faded a bit, his tone remained calm, but the playfulness in his eyes was gone, replaced by an undisguised killing intent.

Chen Lingxi did not answer.

He suddenly realized that Qiu Chihu's eyes were exactly the same as Lu Baizhong's when he was holding down ants in Liujie Lane.

He's not even as good as Lu Baizhong...

This man also regarded him as a wild beast for their entertainment.

Chen Lingxi's disgust was almost burning into a blazing fire.

then……

He threw another punch!

With a single punch, he unleashed the third move of the Seven Forms of Ceasefire: "City Collapse!"

The blood and qi within the body surged and churned, the crimson of the copper fire blood and the coldness of the silver marrow intertwined and collided in the meridians, just like ice and fire in the same furnace, yin and yang merging, transforming into an overwhelming and unstoppable force, which burst forth with a roar along the power channeling method of the Collapsing Mountain Force.

Where the fist passed, the air was compressed into a visible white ring that spread outwards in layers, causing pebbles to fly and dead leaves to flutter in its wake.

The power of this punch far surpasses that of an ordinary Silver Bone beginner!

The essence of tempering bones lies in circulating qi on the third floor!

A glint flashed in Qiu Chihu's eyes. Without dodging or avoiding, he also slashed with his sword.

That cut was too fast.

Chen Lingxi felt a very thin silver line appear before her eyes, which stretched across the sky and was unstoppable!

As fist and blade clashed, the moment the force of collapsing against the blade's light exploded with a dull, thunderous sound!

The shockwave spread in all directions, blowing away all the withered leaves, pebbles, and dead grass within a radius of several meters, revealing the bare yellow mud underneath.

Chen Lingxi felt an incomparably sharp force coming through the blade, making his fists go numb.

What's even more terrifying is that the force didn't dissipate. Instead, it spread upwards along his finger bones, metacarpal bones, and wrist bones, making his bones hum and vibrate wherever it went, as if he had been hit hard through his skin with an iron hammer.

He took three steps back before regaining his balance.

"Penetrating force." Chen Ling moved his numb wrists, his gaze darkening.

[Penetrating Bone Strength] is a symbol of the mastery of the Silver Bone technique.

This penetrating force is extremely domineering.

Although he blocked the attack head-on with his Mountain-Crushing Force, the Bone-Piercing Force was like a malignant tumor, penetrating the blood and qi barrier on his fist and directly shaking his bones.

The Silver Bone technique has reached its peak; it is indeed extraordinary.

Having gained the upper hand with his first strike, Qiu Chihu showed no mercy.

He stepped forward, and the silver patterns on the precious sword in his hand suddenly lit up.

The moment the silver pattern lit up, the entire blade's stance changed abruptly.

That last strike was of a sinister and chilling nature; the blade's light was as thin as a silver thread, cold and menacing.

At this moment, the silver patterns on the blade seemed to be ignited, bursting out with dazzling golden light.

【The Golden Blade Technique】!

This is a sword technique passed down through generations of enemies, meaning "the sun shines brightly, leaving nothing to hide."

Once the sword strike is unleashed, it is like the blazing sun in the sky, radiating boundless light.

In an instant!

Qiu Chihu slashed seven times in succession.

The first six strikes were each stronger and faster than the last.

Chen Lingxi's blood and qi surged, and he unleashed the Mountain-Crushing Force and City-Crushing Power in succession, directly clashing with Qiu Chihu's longsword!

And then the seventh strike landed.

This strike is the killing move of the Zhaojin Blade Technique. The blade slashes diagonally from the upper right to the lower left, and the golden light on the blade shines brightest at this moment, just like a real sun falling from the sky!

With no way to avoid it, Chen Lingxi had no choice but to push the Collapsing Mountain Force to its limit, and his right fist suddenly slammed out to meet the blade light head-on.

This time, a wisp of blue light appeared on his fist!

【Azure Edge Technique】!

The azure light was extremely fine and faint, mixed among the crimson aura and silvery-white radiance, and was almost imperceptible without close inspection.

But at the very moment the blade and fist clashed, a wisp of green light suddenly shone, like a famous sword hidden in its sheath finally being drawn.

Fists and knives clashed.

"when!"

It was like two divine weapons colliding head-on!

The sound waves spread outwards like ripples, causing the leaves of the surrounding trees to tremble. Several crows perched on distant branches cawed and took flight, circling a few times in the air before hastily flying away.

The two men retreated immediately after their initial attack.

Qiu Chihu looked down at the precious sword in his hand.

The precious sword was still trembling.

Qiu Chihu raised his head and looked at Chen Lingxi's right hand.

Chen Lingxi brought his right index and middle fingers together like a sword, with a faint bluish-green glint slowly emerging from the fingertips.

For the first time, genuine astonishment appeared in his eyes.

"What kind of method is this? I've never heard of it before." He narrowed his eyes and asked.

Chen Lingxi did not answer.

The blue light flickered at the tip of his right hand, echoing the powerful force emanating from his left fist.

Crimson aura, silvery radiance, and cyan sharpness intertwined and flowed endlessly around him.

It's like a sword immortal wielding a spirit sword.