330 The Cracked Head (2/2)

Another corner of the Winter Courtyard in the General's Mansion.

Eldest Brother glanced at the north outside the window and lowered his head, continuing to read.

Shanshan sat quietly as she practiced her calligraphy on the other side of the table.

As Gu Xi had predicted, Eldest Brother assumed that Ning Que was doing the killing at this time, but did not expect that Ning Que was being killed. The reason why Eldest Brother was so sure was not that he had misjudged it as Xia Hou thought, but that he had the utmost faith in Ning Que. He had earlier mentioned this to Shanshan.

He had traveled around with his teacher and had passed the City of Wei. He had made a home visit to his Youngest Brother, so he knew about Ning Que's experiences as he grew up. He believed that Ning Que was definitely the best person in the back of the mountain in terms of sensitivity to danger and the mastery of timing, although Ning Que's strength was really a little terrible. Ning Que would never start a fight without absolute certainty. Once he had started, Ning Que would certainly win.

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Numerous powerful Fu characters turned the courtyard into a furious ocean. The Qi of Heaven and Earth was torn into a turbulent flow. Ning Que's Psyche Power could not penetrate through it, let alone use the Qi of Heaven and Earth against Gu Xi.

Ning Que could not activate the Divine Talisman in the purse at all. Because of the Fu paper on Gu Xi's fingertip, the talisman lines on the podao became normal patterns. His body was surrounded by the dangerous turbulent flow of primordial Qi. If a common person gently touched it, this man would die spurting blood. It seemed that at this time Ning Que had become a moth caught in a net and could no longer live.

However, the military advisor, Gu Xi, did not know that Ning Que had sufficient Qi of Heaven and Earth, thanks to the Great Spirit, in his body, although Ning Que could not control the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the courtyard.

Amidst the cold wind and the falling snow, Ning Que took a deep breath and slightly changed the psyche in his sense of perception. The Snow Mountain in his waist suddenly warmed up and the Great Spirit accumulated in his abdomen instantly gushed out and poured into every part of his body.

The talisman power of the podao had been exhausted. Therefore, he did not choose to pass the Great Spirit to the blade, but decisively released the hilt and clenched his five fingers into a fist.

Ning Que punched out.

Gu Xi squinted and looked calm as well as confident. He did not know which cultivator in the world dared to use a fragile body to forcibly break through the dangerous flow of Qi of Heaven and Earth between them.

Suddenly a gust of wind appeared on Ning Que's fist. Countless airflows spewed violently from his fingers and the pores on the back of his hand. They easily tore the turbulent flow of primordial Qi into pieces!

There were two worlds, one inside and one outside his body. But there was no difference between them, for they had the same aura. Therefore, when the Great Spirit rushed out of his fist, the turbulent flow disappeared as a whirlpool was covered by flood!

The squinting eyes of Gu Xi suddenly widened. He looked shocked as well as expectant.

No matter how strong that fist was, it was not strong enough to tear through all the turbulent flows in that space. There were still some dangerous turbulent flows. He looked forward to seeing the next moment when the fist would be split into pieces.

However, he was left disappointed.

Ning Que's fist was not a fist, at least not a common fist.

Because his fist was very hard.

It was so hard that there were only some shallow skin cuts left on it when encountering the primordial Qi flow that could cut off a cultivator's whole body.

Gu Xi stared at the fist that got closer and closer to him and found that he could not do anything at all. Because the fist was moving faster than he could react.

There was only enough time for terror to fill his eyes.

At least he had time to understand something.

There was a kind of cultivator in the world who could fight without the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

There was a kind of cultivator in this world who had a physical body powerful enough to ignore the turbulent flows of primordial Qi.

Ning Que's fist fell onto Gu Xi's face.

Gu Xi's head suddenly burst apart.

A headless body fell into the thin snow.

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The talisman power in the courtyard gradually faded away and those fine turbulent flows disappeared without a trace.

A piece of Fu paper fell on the body of Gu Xi. Ning Que silently watched the flame that was gradually burning up.

”Intelligence is important in the battle. But you shouldn't be overly reliant on these little bits of information, as everyone living in this world has his own secret. The secret is often hidden in the deepest part of his heart and there may be no one who knows it.”

”My biggest secret is not that iron box, but something else.”