Chapter 329: Lost to Reality

Chapter 329: 329: Lost to Reality


Qiao Zhichuan was silent. Because, he really didn’t know the answer!


At this moment, the pile of butterflies covering Zhan Jingshu moved, and a bloodied person emerged from within, supporting himself with a Spirit Sword, staggering.


Qiao Zhichuan looked at him and said, "You can’t defeat me, just give up!"


"I will never give up. Whatever miracles Master can create, I can too!" Zhan Jingshu shouted, moving the Spirit Sword in front of his chest, and charged towards him.


Qiao Zhichuan stood motionless, his face cold and indifferent.


"Ah—" Zhan Jingshu’s sword body emitted a bright white light as he fiercely struck it toward Qiao Zhichuan.


Qiao Zhichuan raised his hand indifferently, and instantly, his normal human hand grew a silver-white armor, especially each of the five finger bases sprouted sharp, cold-steeled claws.


He clenched his fist with a "bang", colliding with Qiao Zhichuan’s Spirit Sword.


At the same time, the armor on his other hand appeared as well, with sharp steel claws, swinging heavily towards Zhan Jingshu’s stomach.


"Ugh..." Zhan Jingshu grunted, his waist bent from the blow, blood slipping from the corner of his mouth, and he fell like a wounded goose into the previous deep pit.


"Bang—Bang—"


Two sounds, one landing on the edge of the pit, the other falling to the bottom.


Mu Bai felt intense pain.


Again, a swarm of butterflies surged, like a grave, covering the entire deep pit.


Qiao Zhichuan swung his armored arm back and with a "bang", deflected a fireball. It turned out that Murong, using some unknown method, escaped from the butterfly cocoon and took advantage of Zhan Jingshu to distract him and launched a sneak attack.


But unfortunately, the sneak attack failed.


"Sister, what are you standing there foolishly for? Run!" Murong shouted to Mu Bai.


"But..." Everyone is here! Mu Bai was anxious. She wanted to leave, but how could she abandon her fighting brother and his senior brother and just run away?


Moreover, she was just an ordinary person and might not even be able to escape safely.


Murong’s shout to Mu Bai was frozen by Qiao Zhichuan’s icy gaze. Just as he shrank his neck back, Qiao Zhichuan spread his arms wide like an eagle spreading its wings, soaring into the air, attacking Murong head-on.


Pitifully, Murong’s magic was decent, but he had no combat experience, often slacked off, and his moves couldn’t compare to Zhan Jingshu at all.


In an instant, Qiao Zhichuan’s flying kick hit him squarely in the stomach, sending him flying.


"Ah..." Murong screamed, crashing into the wall of the private room, almost making a hole.


Luckily, he had many treasures. As soon as he fell, one popped out a light shield and turned to dust. Those butterflies coming towards him were frightened by the sudden "Fireball Technique", burning a bunch of them and stopping their approach.


Qiao Zhichuan felt no remorse over the butterflies’ death, flicking the steel blades from his gauntlet again, attacking Murong.


Murong clumsily threw out a heap of Talisman Papers, including Thunder Talismans, Fire Talismans, Water Talismans, throwing them like they cost nothing.


These Talisman Papers ranged from intermediate to advanced, and many had astonishing power, forcing Qiao Zhichuan to dodge to escape their effects.


"Bang—"


"Bang—"


"Bang—"


The explosion from the Thunder Talisman blasted the private room, making it resemble the lunar surface. Fortunately, they were on the ground floor, otherwise...


Seeing that the Talisman Papers could only hinder Qiao Zhichuan’s speed without harming him, Murong urgently shouted, "Senior Brother, save me!"


Zhan Jingshu, climbing out again from the deep pit, stuffed himself with several Spiritual Replenishing Pills, wiped the blood from his mouth, and swung out a sword flower. Despite the risk of being drained of Spiritual Power, he summoned a Unicorn.


"Roar..."


The Unicorn let out a long howl, dodging left and right, bypassing Murong’s non-discriminatory Thunder Talismans, and rushed straight at Qiao Zhichuan.


"Bang—"


When the Unicorn’s horn collided with Qiao Zhichuan’s armored gloves, sparks flew, evenly matched.


Both sides retreated swiftly, then charged again with greater force, crashing into each other.


"Bang—"


Sparks flew once more.


Taking this opportunity, Zhan Jingshu used a "Wave Gliding Step" to quickly place Mu Bai and Murong together, urging them to retreat while he covered the rear.


"But, Senior Brother, you are so badly hurt, are you really okay?" Murong asked.


"Don’t worry, I have Master’s Amulet, nothing too serious will happen." Although, injury is unavoidable.


"Then...Take care of yourself."


Mourning hesitated for a while, but considering his sister, he finally gritted his teeth, threw a Wind Talisman, and pulled his sister to run.


"Trying to escape?" Qiao Zhichuan, noticing the abnormality, waved his hand to summon a flock of butterflies to chase Mu Bai and Murong.


Zhan Jingshu couldn’t let those butterflies reach them, performed another "Wave Gliding Step", and leaped in front of the butterflies, swinging his sword to block them.


"Swish Swish Swish—"


The sword dance resembled ice lotuses blooming, blossoming on his sword tip, and shot towards the butterflies.


When the ice lotus reached the butterfly swarm, the petals detached, turning into sharp blades, piercing through the butterflies with chilling sharpness.


The butterflies fell, beautifully tragic.


But unfortunately, no one had the mood to appreciate such beauty now. Qiao Zhichuan moved quickly, bypassed the Unicorn, and grasped Zhan Jingshu’s chest with a claw: "You’re still too young!"


As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted force with the armored glove, piercing through.


"Splash—"


Blood sprayed like a broken water pipe.


Qiao Zhichuan followed up with a flying kick, hitting the wound directly and sending him flying.


No one noticed the transparent, invisible Gathering Spirit Bead on Zhan Jingshu’s chest shattered.


With its shattering, countless Innate Spiritual Energies lost control, rampaging like rabid dogs inside him.


"Bang—"


Zhan Jingshu fell heavily to the ground; this time, no butterflies flew over, although he tried several times, he couldn’t get up.


All his meridians were in pain, as if they were going to be squeezed to the point of exploding.


The suppressed Protective Talisman broke free of his constraints, activated defensive mode, and a faint white Light Membrane appeared, covering him like a yurt.


"Cough—"


Zhan Jingshu coughed up mouthfuls of blood, soaking his clothes.


Qiao Zhichuan squinted his eyes, staring at the Light Membrane protecting Zhan Jingshu: "What is this? Oh~ I understand, this is the Defensive Barrier, right? Such things aren’t common, only some Direct Disciples from big families have them...From what I remember, your Zhan Family isn’t a Cultivation Family, right? Or is it something your kneeling parents begged for to save you?"


Zhan Jingshu abruptly raised his head: "What are you saying?"


"Oh? So you didn’t know, huh? Your parents knelt before my Master hoping he would save you. Their tearful pleas, willing to sacrifice everything for their son’s life, it was truly touching!" Qiao Zhichuan said with mock sympathy, although his expression conveyed scorn.