For the green light to change direction at will was most certainly a strange occurrence. However, if one were to take a closer look, they would quickly notice its no light at all, it’s a thread tied to a gold jingling bell tied to the man’s wrist!
That is?
Widening her eyes in shock, Ling Yue immediately recognized this setup because there can only be one out there who would use this style of weapon: it’s Bo Qing!
While others were gasping and laughing at the major turn of events in the ring, the target of that attack on the other hand wasn’t so fortunate. Issuing out an ear deafening scream, the disciple from the Sky Armor Sect could only make that one last cry before getting blown off the stage like a ragged doll.
Towards this attack, Hong Ming Yue naturally didn’t take it too well. That man was her grandfather’s (maiden side) disciple. For her to let someone do this in front of her eyes was equivalent to a total bitch slap.
With a whisk of her sleeve, the girl draws her Three Life Flute in an attempt to catch the flying individual before he crashes down into the crowd. Unfortunately for the girl, there’s no way Bo Qing would stand idly by and watch her achieve that.
Bang!
Following this strange sound of something bursting apart, Hong Ming Yue can only feel her face being splattered by some kind of mucky liquid and the slight smack of something soft and hot. Then looking down at her hands and clothes, that’s when she realized it’s not just any liquid, its blood, blood along with a foul stench.
Gawking in horror, the girl instinctively turned towards the direction of where her grandfather’s disciple should be, and she regretted it instantly….
The reasoning? It’s because she can see that in the lower half of that person, the spot where the manhood should be, was gone and squirting with blood!
Ghastly white by then with her pretty face, Hong Ming Yue then shifts her gaze back over to the ground in front of herself. Sure enough, the dirty hunk of flesh that should’ve been attached to someone else was lying there, still squirming somewhat like a taunting sight.
“How dare you sully a woman’s innocence? For your heinous crime I shall cripple you today and not let your evil continue to rampage in this world!” Brewing up a thick layer of frost in his eyes, Bo Qing somehow became even more enchanting like a handsome stud. This was not the same style of sexiness he portrayed back at the Tai Yi School, rather it’s a manliness without the rough edges found in those muscle heads commonly seen around.
As nice as that statement was, Hong Ming Yue could care less about what others had to say right now. Nauseated, disgusted, violated? All these words cannot even begin to describe the level of hurling emotions within her stomach.
“Bravo to the Young Lord!” (male)
“We love you to death Young Lord!” (female)
In a blink of an eye, the dark forces were boiling with excitement and had signs of tearing the place apart with their voices. In hindsight, the righteous forces could only make bleak faces like their own parents had just passed away from the brief exchange.
Bo Qing really is amazing. It hasn’t even been that long since our last encounter and he’s already this strong, Ling Yue murmurs to herself, astonished over how fast the boy can grow.
This was no exaggeration on her part. Bo Qing was only a Dan realm master back when they first met in the Tai Yi School and even then the lad could force back multiple enemies at once already using his spirit artifacts. But this time it’s totally different. That power was genuinely his own and based on her judgement, Bo Qing should be around the second element of the reincarnation realm at the very minimum.
“Bo Qing, I’m going to kill you!” Luo Song roars, his eye a scarlet red.
In response to that rage, the treasured gourd in the pretentious boy’s possession promptly began to spin, shooting out a myriad of icy-cold blasts of air to surround its master.
“What a wonderful gourd you got there, it’s a double attribute spirit artifact of wind and water.” The speciality of the item didn’t escape Bo Qing’s eye.
In his lifetime, the boy’s biggest hobby was to collect all sorts of spirit artifacts so he knew the foe’s weapon wouldn’t be easy to deal with. Releasing a large net to enshroud his side of the stage, he intends to confront that frosted air using his bell.
One green one blue, two opposing forces quickly collided and created two blinding lights on this stage.
Sadly, as powerful as Bo Qing’s defenses were tonight, Luo Song’s cultivation was still a whole level above his. Therefore the pretentious lad was very confident in his strength, which was quickly reaffirmed by the slight trembling of his foe’s body.
“Haha, kid, you can’t keep it up now can you? That bell of yours is mine now!” Crying out with greed in his voice, Luo Song was certain of his victory now.
To match that emotion, the gourd in the lad’s control swiftly multiplied in size to smash down at Bo Qing’s bell. And like the boy’s suspicion, the net created by the bell could no longer support the pressure and bounced right off into the air.
Knowing this was his chance, Luo Song immediately made a jump for it and wanted to take the bell for himself. However, that’s when a strange hum erupted from Bo Qing’s artifact and causes the boy to suffer an immeasurable pain in the head.
As a result of that short delay, it has allowed the bell to not only bypass Luo Song’s evil clutches, it also gave the artifact the chance to multiply in size too and smashed right into the gourd like a meteor impact.
If it was purely based on their cultivation then Bo Qing was most definitely inferior between the two, nevertheless, it doesn’t mean he’s without recourse. Take the bell in his possession for example, it’s a Heaven class artifact, the highest of the five grades out there. To smash directly into the inferior gourd was equivalent to bumping steel against a rock, it’s obvious which item will come out victorious. As such, a gaping hole was instantly knocked into the gourd’s wall.
Luo Song was still suffering from the pain in his head due to that strange ringing back there, but to see his treasured artifact be damaged was far more painful than any sonic attack his opponent can embellish into him.
Sadly there’s no way Bo Qing would allow his opponent to retrieve their weapon in this crucial moment. Following another crisp sounding crack, the gourd once again suffered another blow by the bell, and another, and another… Finally, by the end of it the thing was so riddled with dents and holes that one can hardly make out its original appearance.
“Nothing but a broken chamber pot and you still want to compete with me? Let’s see how cheeky you are now when I destroy that junk.” Cheeky in his voice, Bo Qing was full of devious intent in the way he spoke.
For an Earth class artifact to be addressed as a chamber pot was not something an average person can say. Likely only this young lord of the Heartless Sect would do something so, so aggravating…..
As much as Luo Song wanted to exact revenge for his treasure, he’s not in any position to continue, especially when the stinging pain in his head still hasn’t lifted. In the end he stagger off the stage to pick up his gourd in defeat.