688 An Animated Peach (1/2)

Meng Qi did not know Longevity Sage's foundation but he knew the Sage could not be a simple character as he was able to oversee predestined lifespans and leave behind a reputation in a time where immortals were everywhere.

Right at this very moment, the Sage was found with his skull split open, magnifying the distance between his eyes as he ”looked” at Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang. The emotion frozen on his expression was neither shock nor astonishment, despair nor fright. Rather, it was a mask of apathy as if not even death could disturb the tranquility of his mind. Perhaps, he merely lacked the time to react.

No matter how experienced and knowledgeable Meng Qi was, the Sage's stare nevertheless terrified him. However, he could not afford to concern himself with this. The 'strange shadow' of the Peach Garden was now almost at his back, breathing sinisterly cold air down his neck.

The proximity of the shadow caused his sense of danger to peak. Not wanting to risk his life, he responded as if this was the final moment. He exerted force in his arms to rapidly and secretly thrust Heaven Inflicted Pain backward. His saber trembled continuously in the void, forming a contrast between Yin and Yang and drawing both energies in. This resulted in unyielding Thunderclaps imbued with Yang energy that gathered at the tip of the blade. Together, they formed thick layers of purple lightning.

The purple lightning moved forward, converging at the tip of the saber.

Kaboom!

Thunderclaps exploded, causing a wave of Yang energy to violently surge backward. The explosions instantly annihilated the nefarious intent with an invincible force.

However, Meng Qi could feel that his saber pierced only the void. With the bloodstains clouding his senses, he could not tell if the Thunderclaps managed to form an ocean and engulf the 'strange shadow'. He had no idea if he succeeded.

It was at this moment that the place surrounding Longevity Sage split open, sprouting malevolent blood-colored branches and vines. They appeared to be the roots of the peach trees yet also resembling the veins and arteries of a human body. Together, they formed an inescapable net that charged at Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang.

Wearing a pure and holy expression, Gu Xiaosang twisted the palm of her hand and caused the void to cave in. Vortexes of terrifying suction force formed in the air, causing the branches and vines to sway.

Meng Qi wielded his sword calmly. Flowing Fire turned into a red light and flew out. The light then divided into two, then four, and then eight, and met the bloody branches and veins in a precise, ingenious manner. The sounds of collision reverberated continuously.

For a moment, the red sword lights filled the air as if they were petals of gradually blossoming flowers.

Suddenly, the sinisterly cold wind came close to Meng Qi's neck once again. His hair instantly stood on their ends.

He was trapped between a rock and a hard place!

Forcefully suppressing the urge to turn around or react, Meng Qi relied on his instinct alone and thrust Heaven Inflicted Pain upward. Changes occurred endlessly in his saber, forming all kinds of Thunderclaps.

Out of nowhere, the Thunderclaps became converged and formed a blade. The purple color dimmed and the changes in the saber ceased. It was such a simple yet abstruse movement. The fierce and sharp saber seemed as if it was the only saber that existed in the world. It looked as if it was capable of breaching the void, cleaving the Chaos, inducing Yin and Yang, and rebirthing the Thunderclaps.

Meng Qi used his mind to control the saber, and the saber to subdue the enemy. He imbued all the profound premonition ability of Eight Nine Mysteries into his strike. The saber traveled in an indescribable trajectory as it sensed the change in the illusory Qi activity and ceaselessly inhaled and exhaled Qi, remaining ever ferocious.

Thud!

Meng Qi felt as if he had hit a bizarre and intangible object of a strange and unknown state. The object caused him to feel numb all over, giving him the feeling that he was resisting heaven and earth.

He had no time to ponder over it. Drawing support from this vibrating force, he flew upward. Flowing Fire split into sword lights that were of equal strength and size, suppressing the creeping blood. He tried to fly over Longevity Sage's head to move behind him, where the peach trees once again became sparse and the dense mist outside the garden could be faintly seen.

Meng Qi faced forward during the entire ordeal. He did not turn around in the slightest.

Suddenly, he noticed from out of the corner of his eyes the faint imprint of five fingers on the Sage's fractured head. The condition of the wound felt familiar to him.

”It seems that a palm strike came flying and shattered the Sage's head... Where have I seen or heard of this from?”

A sudden idea came to him.

”Fan-Tian Seal?”

”Could it be Fan-Tian Seal that killed Longevity Sage?”

”But doesn't the Fan-Tian Seal mainly target one's head? Why is the Sage's head fairly intact while the rest of his body is shattered?”

”Could it be some other skill?”

While he was grappling with shock, doubt, and bafflement, his gaze once again froze.

The insides of the Sage's fractured head was not his cerebrum or cerebellum but a plump and tender red peach!

”Birthday Peach? Peach of Immortality?”

”What is it doing inside Longevity Sage's head?”

The peach was glowing with a demonic bloody light. Its fuzzy skin appeared translucent, revealing its flesh that seemed to be hiding veins, arteries, and meridians. Meng Qi felt his mind rocking upon laying his eyes on the peach and the illusions returned to his vision. The peach seemed like an ominous item!

Inside his Space Ring, the Supreme-wisdom Tree seemed to be trembling slightly.

Just then, Meng Qi's sense of danger shot up once again. Without a second thought, the flesh on his back protruded to form two arms. One of them was holding the Mystic Turtle Epee and the other the Purple Lightning Blade.

He had just unveiled his four arms when he saw Longevity Sage's head ”reviving” and shaking. The shackles of his surroundings turned even more restrictive, causing him to halt in mid-jump and fall to the ground.

Meng Qi wore a mask of calmness. His sword and saber felt heavy in his hands as he struck with both like the suppression of two towering mountains.

Boom!