246 Breaking the Confinemen (2/2)

The streams of Qi were like the wooden bars of a prison cell—they appeared to be unbreakable. Because of the thorns that lurked within them, if you pushed with your bare hands, they would end up covered in blood.

Buried in his own thoughts, Ning Que appeared silent, or even a little dumb. It did not mean that he surrendered to his enemies though, he was just observing the current situation. However, he did not know that his enemies were very similar to him in terms of personality.

Just like Ning Que, these deacons would not stop attacking their enemies until their enemies were clearly losing. The leader of the deacon group nodded slightly. Reflected by the light of the fire, his face looked pale and peaceful. Then he made a loud and low yell. At that moment, his palms turned really bright and a dark shadow flew toward Ning Que's belly.

The belly was where the cultivators' acupoints of Snow Mountains and Ocean of Qi were. Once attacked in the belly, it was very possible that the cultivators would die. Hence, the dark shadow sent by that deacon was very threatening.

Watching what was happening, Mo Shanshan started feeling very angry.

But she did not get the chance to fight back.

Because, before she could, Ning Que did.

Suddenly, in the dark tent, a clear stunning blade flashed, outshining both the shimmering bonfire and the golden Confinement in the deacon's hands.

Ning Que waved his podao toward the Confinement in front of him. When the sharp blade touched the golden lines, a buzzing sound was heard. It was as if the lines were melting the blade. However, suddenly the intricate Talisman inscription on the blade turned bright.

A strong power carried by the Fu character gushed out of the blade and smashed the gold lines into ashes. It easily defeated the Divine Light of Haotian, which was carried inside the Confinement.

Thousands of sounds broke out at the same time when the lines were cut. It sounded like the strings of thousands of iron musical instruments or iron kites had simultaneously broken.

”Clap! Clap! Clap!”

Thousands of gold lines were cut into small pieces, flying with the wind like soft catkins, having no power at all.

What happened was not because the Confinement Taoist Law was unworthy of its name, but because the deacon was unable to use the real Taoist Law. It was not because Ning Que suddenly leaped from the No Doubts State to the Seethrough State either, but because his podao and the Fu character were made by his two Senior Brothers of the Back Mountain.

There was no way that a single nameless figure from the Judicial Department could be a match for the wisdom and state of the core disciples of the Headmaster of the Academy.

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Breaking the Confinement was only the beginning.

Ning Que was more merciless than the people from the Judicial Department. Once he started fighting, he would rarely stop before his enemies were dead.

So, after cutting the gold threads, his blade went straight into the chest of the deacon without any hesitation.

The flash of the blade illuminated the deacon's pale face against his black robes.

A tiny silver needle plunged into his eyeball, with only the end of it glistening outside.

It happened too fast for the deacon to cry out in great pain or be amazed by Ning Que's advanced ability to control the Qi of Heaven and Earth. He only had enough time to realize that his gathered Psyche Power had dispersed because of the pain in his head.

Then he was cut into two pieces by the falling flash of the blade.

His body had not yet come apart, and only a clear line of blood was seen on him.

And suddenly, he died.

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The second deacon stepped backward with his hand waving in front of his body, throwing out many Divine Light threads.

Ning Que threw his sword away and jumped up like a flexible monkey. He avoided those dangerous lines and jumped on top of the deacon.

A small piece of clothing fell down.

Ning Que reached out his hands and grabbed the bones on the deacon's face and, at the same time, his knees hit the deacon's chest as fast as lightning.

After a snap was heard, the deacon's chest bones were all broken.

Both of them fell outside the tent and landed on the ground, which was covered with snow.

Ning Que tightened his hands and broke the deacon's neck.

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The third deacon went quietly behind Ning Que and reached out toward him. The light between his hands was as bright as a flickering blaze.

Ning Que ignored him.

Suddenly, in the deacon's palms, the flickering Divine Light turned into real fire.

His hands and his entire body were burning underneath his black coat.

He suddenly turned into coal.

And in the next second, his body turned into ash.

With nothing inside to support it anymore, the black coat fell to the ground.

Ning Que turned to Mo Shanshan with a smile showing on his face. Then, he went back to the tent and picked up his podao.

At that moment, the body of the deacon who had died first slowly separated into two parts. Blood flowed out from the tent, dying the snow on the ground red.

At some point, the clouds had drifted apart, and several stars shone in the sky.

Everything looked pale.

And Mo Shanshan also turned pale.