Chapter 309: Grandmaster is Wise (1/2)

Chapter 309: Grandmaster is Wise

Translator: NinetalesEditor: DarkGem

In the bridge, two figures moved up and down as Qin Mu and Pangong Tso was still beating each other up and struggling for their lives.

They thought that since they couldn't find the entrance to the real world, why shouldn't they just get rid of their hindrance first. Only by killing the other party could they continue to control this treasured ship to find the exit.

Otherwise, it would be quite a headache with such a great enemy watching their every move and free to stab them in the back at any time.

Pangong Tso was a person who had reincarnated. His advancement in cultivation was amazingly rapid, and Qin Mu didn't want to leave him alive. If he dragged this out, Pangong Tso's cultivation might just surpass his, so he had to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Pangong Tso, on the other hand, realized the dreadfulness of this new human emperor. The potential of his growth was astonishing, and his character was sinister and cunning. It was hard to scheme against him, so he might end up the one getting duped. The longer he dragged this out, the more dangerous it would become, so he had to get rid of Qin Mu as soon as possible.

The two of them had already exhausted their cultivations, no longer having the ability to swiftly kill each other. As they tried to kill each other, their vital qi exhaustion increased even more drastically. Not long later, the two of them were covered in wounds and gasping for breath.

Bang!

The two of them clashed for the final time, and then fell to the ground on their backs. Neither of them had any more vital qi or strength to stand up.

Qin Mu crawled with difficulty to one of the flying swords and grabbed its hilt as he revealed a smile. It froze soon, though. 'Si Yunxiang, I'll definitely smack your bum into three segments and make you unable to lie down on the bed for half a month!'

He had grabbed the sword hilt, but since his flying swords were all made from Black Gold Essence, each one was about three hundred pounds in weight. With his current strength, he couldn't even drag one!

As for why they were so heavy, it was naturally Si Yunxiang's great doing!

On the other side, Pangong Tso was trying his best to gather a trace of magic power to execute a flying locust to get rid of Qin Mu. However, his vital qi kept breaking off, causing the flying locust to not be able to fly. It could only slowly crawl towards Qin Mu, its speed not any faster than that of an ant.

Qin Mu turned around and tried his best to crawl toward Pangong Tso. On his way, he took out a bunch of toxic herbs from his taotie sack with a strange smile on his face.

The flying locust that Pangong Tso had controlled finally caught up to Qin Mu's thigh and landed on it to take a bite. However, since his vital qi was simply too weak and the strength of the flying locust wasn't big, it took it a very long time only to bite through the pants.

Qin Mu by then crawled forward while enduring the pain, and Pangong Tso became flustered. He tried his best to flip over and use both his arms and legs as well as his chin to push himself away from Qin Mu.

One of them hurried away while the other gave chase at a speed that was slow enough to raise hackles.

They pushed themselves for a long time and crawled some three to six yards. Suddenly, Pangong Tso pulled out something from his taotie sack. It was a bottle gourd that stored shaman poison.

Pangong Tso was delighted. This was the shaman poison he had refined in his previous lifetime, and its toxicity was fierce. It was easy to use it to get rid of Qin Mu, so he stopped crawling away and turned back to reach his opponent.

Qin Mu saw this and immediately turned around, which took him quite a while. The poison in his own was only a half-complete one, while the one Pangong Tso held was completed shaman poison, its toxicity to not to be underestimated.

”Rascal, you're dead!” Pangong Tso moved quickly and finally caught up to Qin Mu's legs. He tried to open the mouth of the bottle gourd with excitement until his face turned red from holding his breath, but he still couldn't pull it open.

Qin Mu thought he was definitely going to die and turned back to look. Pangong Tso then immediately repeated himself, ”Rascal, you're dead!” He hoped that it would scare him off.

”Little Prince, you're already out of strength, aren't you?”

Qin Mu sent a kick over and stuffed his foot into the other's mouth, trying to choke him. Pangong Tso's eyes almost rolled backward from disgust. He then hardened his heart. 'I've already reincarnated so many times, so why am I still bothered by the insult of the corporeal body?'

He bit down onto Qin Mu's foot, and Qin Mu pulled back his feet from the pain. He sneered before applying poison onto his foo, preparing to stuff it back into his mouth once more.

Pangong Tso took the chance when he was applying poison to crawl over. The two of them twisted their bodies around as they tried to choke each other; however, they had no strength in their hands.

Furthermore, the breath of divine arts practitioners on Six Directions Realm was astonishingly long. After choking each other for more than an hour, they still couldn't choke each other to death. Instead, they had exhausted the last bits of strength they'd had left.

The two of them turned completely limp, only their fingertips, toes, and eyeballs still slowly moving.

They were doing their best to adjust their breaths to recover a little of vital qi, wanting to get rid of the other party before they could recover.

As time slowly ticked by, Qin Mu recovered some strength. He took out dragon saliva to apply on his wounds. Even with a body forged by iron wouldn't be able to endure letting blood to just flow out from the wounds.

On the other side, Pangong Tso took out a jade bottle and consumed some medicine. As an existence which had lived for ten thousand years, he had learned a lot of stuff and had very deep attainments on the path of healing. He had also researched famous shaman poisons and could even poison a soul.

Qin Mu took a glance at him and revealed a fearful look.

Pangong Tso was a jack of all trades that was rarely seen. He was proficient in all kinds of skills. Even though they didn't reach the highest possible levels, they weren't ordinary. If he was able to combine all he had learned into one, he would definitely have an astonishing improvement. Of course, that was very difficult.

Pangong Tso had no hope in fusing all that he had learned. Even though he had superior abilities and wisdom, his drive had long been obliterated; there was no more heart to improve within him.

Pangong Tso didn't continue to attack. After going through so many lifetimes, he still couldn't hold an upper hand against Qin Mu.