Chapter 287: Chapter 127: Dual Excellence in Blade and Palm, Vajra Indestructible, Feigning Weakness, Attacking the Unprepared, Die

Wherever the Cold Qi passed, the originally smooth-flowing Primordial Qi instantly stagnated. His meridians throbbed with a sharp, stinging pain, as if countless ice needles were stabbing him from within!

"How is this possible?! How could this be?!"

The black-robed man was horrified to the core, a chill running straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

Not only had his opponent cultivated the Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand to the Transformation Realm of absolute mastery, but the sheer purity of the Cold Qi and its ability to penetrate Protective Primordial Qi were beyond anything he had ever witnessed!

Alarm bells screamed in his mind. He knew that if he didn’t expel this strange Cold Qi immediately, it wouldn’t be long before his meridians and Dantian were completely frozen. At that point, he would be nothing but a fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of another!

He could no longer afford to continue his pursuit...

The black-robed man abruptly yanked his longsword from the stone bricks. With a flicker, his figure drifted lightly back down to the foot of the city wall. He immediately sat down cross-legged, shut his eyes, and rapidly circulated the vast Primordial Qi in his body, trying to forcibly expel the strange Cold Qi that had invaded his meridians!

But just then, Chu Fan, who had been pretending to flee for his life, leaped down from the top of the city wall like a goshawk that had spotted its prey. His body shot down like a meteor!

"Trying to expel the Cold Qi? As if I’m not even here!"

Chu Fan let out a cold sneer, his voice raspy.

While still in mid-air, he flicked his right hand, and the Thunder Blade shot through the air with a sharp whistle, hurtling straight for the face of the black-robed man sitting on the ground!

The black-robed man was infuriated by this illogical tactic.

A Martial Artist with such exquisite Sword Technique was just casually tossing away his favored weapon?

’Does he really think he can control the blade from a distance?’

The black-robed man had no choice but to stop dispelling the cold. He sprang to his feet, and with a casual flick of his longsword, a crisp CLANG rang out. The Thunder Blade was sent flying, embedding itself in the trunk of a nearby tree, the blade still quivering.

However, in the instant he flicked the Thunder Blade away with his sword, the sudden change created a tiny opening in his concentration—

Chu Fan had already landed without a sound, his form closing in like a phantom to within three steps of him!

He thrust out both palms, unleashing the dazzling and inescapable rapid attack of the Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand!

As the palm shadows danced, they left trails of white, phantom Cold Qi, like a swarm of icy butterflies dancing in the air, layering over the major acupoints on the black-robed man’s body, each one brimming with killing intent!

"You bastard!"

The black-robed man was both shocked and enraged, his mind in turmoil.

He truly couldn’t understand how a mere brat in the Spirit Awakening Realm could cultivate the Moon Worship Sect’s secret art, the Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand, to such a sublime level.

Whether it was the sophistication of the moves or the purity and penetrating power of the condensed Cold Qi, it was all far superior to his own, a Divine Power Realm Cultivator!

But he soon discovered that Chu Fan’s hands were not wearing the unique Black Gold Silk Gloves of a Moon Worship Sect disciple.

Those gloves were a treasure for cultivating the Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand, able to both amplify the power of the Cold Qi and defend against blade and sword attacks!

A vicious glint flashed in the black-robed man’s eyes. His longsword trembled like a viper striking, tracing a strange flourish. The blade began to spin at high speed like a sharp drill, whining as it tore through the air, aimed directly at Chu Fan’s wrist!

He was determined to seize this opportunity and cripple Chu Fan’s hands, the very hands that could execute such a refined Palm Technique!

CLANG!

Another crisp ring of metal on metal, and sparks flew everywhere!

Through Chu Fan’s tattered sleeve, the black-robed man was stunned to see an archaic-looking bracer on his wrist, gleaming with a dark, metallic luster!

His strike, powerful enough to shatter refined steel, had merely left a faint white mark on the bracer’s surface, failing to cause even the slightest damage!

In a flash, his Sword Momentum changed again. He flipped his wrist, and the longsword coiled upwards like a nimble snake, its edge bypassing the bracer to slice at Chu Fan’s unprotected upper arm!

SHH-RRRIP!

Chu Fan’s sleeve tore open, the fragments scattering in the wind.

But when the edge of the sword cut into Chu Fan’s upper arm, it once again met with powerful resistance! 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The black-robed man felt a dull sensation from the tip of his sword. Looking closely, he saw that he had only managed to cut through the clothing, failing to even scratch the man’s skin!

His gaze swept over the tear in Chu Fan’s sleeve, and beneath it, he saw the faint shimmer of black-gold threads, glinting strangely in the moonlight!

"Black Gold Silk?! You dare take the Black Gold Silk Gloves of my Moon Worship Sect and remake them into Inner Armor?!"

The black-robed man’s voice trembled slightly, a combination of extreme rage and the corrosion of the Cold Qi in his body.

He could see it clearly now: the Inner Armor was short-sleeved, perfectly covering the area from elbow to shoulder. No wonder his last two strikes had been useless!

And with the bracer on his opponent’s forearm that could withstand his longsword, his defense was now nearly flawless!

’Who in the world is this person? Not only is he proficient in the sect’s Secret Techniques, but his mind is also this meticulous and cunning!’

In the instant he was stunned by this series of developments—

Chu Fan’s left palm, a blur of Residual Images, once again slammed heavily into his chest!

BANG!

With a dull thud, the black-robed man staggered back five or six steps as if he’d been hit by a battering ram.

The green bricks beneath his feet cracked under the force before he barely managed to stabilize himself.

After taking so many Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand palms in a row, even though he was at the Divine Power Realm and his Primordial Qi was far denser than Chu Fan’s, he now felt a bone-deep fear and despair!

The Cold Qi in his body was growing stronger and stronger...

His own vast Primordial Qi could no longer suppress the circulation of the Cold Qi!

At this moment, having landed a successful blow, Chu Fan did not press his advantage with a wild assault. Instead, he took two steps back and stared coldly at his opponent.

He knew perfectly well that the Erosion Element Cold Gang Trait, gained after his Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand broke its limit, was his greatest asset in challenging a Divine Power Realm expert while being at a lower realm.

This Erosion Element Cold Gang was bone-chillingly cold and specialized in countering a Cultivator’s Primordial Qi. Even against an expert’s protective True Qi, it could seep in as silently as Xuanbing melting into water, corroding it layer by layer and continuously weakening the opponent’s strength!

Although he was only at the First Heaven of the Spirit Awakening Realm and his Primordial Qi was far less dense than his opponent’s, after so many consecutive palm strikes, even a behemoth with Copper Skin and Iron Bones would be dead.

He only needed to wait quietly for a moment. Once the Cold Qi swept through all of his opponent’s meridians, he could easily finish him off!

Cyan Snake Xiaobai, hiding in the darkness, also knew the terrifying power of Chu Fan’s Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand. After helping out once before, it now remained hidden in the shadows of the forest, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike and deliver the fatal blow to the black-robed man!

"..."

The black-robed man felt several streams of strange Cold Qi rampaging through his body, trying to freeze his meridians and Dantian. He stared, shocked and furious, at the composed, Ghost-faced Man before him.

The roles of hunter and prey had, in this moment, become blurred.

’This Cold Qi... I can’t delay any longer! I have to take a Red Sun Pill to counteract it immediately!’

Forcing down the intense pain from the Cold Qi corroding his meridians, the black-robed man reached a trembling left hand into his robes and pulled out a crimson jade vial that radiated a faint heat.

Inside the vial was a Red Sun Pill, capable of neutralizing cold poison!

But how could Chu Fan give him the chance to take the Elixir?

He once again executed Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step. Chu Fan’s figure became like a shadow sticking to a body, instantly closing the distance to the black-robed man!

His left hand formed a claw as he executed the Meridian-Sealing and Qi-Cutting Hand, a Killing Move from the Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand specifically used to lock down meridians. His fingertips, carrying a biting Cold Qi, clamped down on the pulse gate of the black-robed man’s left wrist, the one holding the jade vial!

A surge of Cold Qi, even purer and more biting than before, instantly poured into the black-robed man’s body through the pulse gate!

The black-robed man felt his left arm go numb, as if he had instantly lost all feeling in it. He could no longer hold onto the life-saving crimson jade vial, and it slipped from his grasp, falling toward the ground!

With quick eyes and faster hands, Chu Fan’s right hand shot out and snatched the crimson jade vial, catching it securely.

"You motherfucker...!"

The black-robed man’s eyes were practically splitting with rage, so furious he could almost spit blood.

A cold glint flashed from his longsword. Giving up on retrieving the vial, he instead slashed toward Chu Fan’s unprotected elbow!

That spot—the elbow—was protected by neither bracer nor Inner Armor. It was a clear weak point in Chu Fan’s defense!

But Chu Fan paid it no mind, tossing the jade vial toward the spot where the Cyan Snake was hidden.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, Cold Qi condensed in his palm once more. Seizing the perfect opportunity while his opponent’s concentration was broken and his Protective Primordial Qi had completely shattered, he punched with his left hand, landing a solid blow on the unprotected chest!

BOOM!

This punch was heavier than before, and the Cold Qi was even more intense!

The black-robed man felt a sharp pain in his chest and could no longer hold back a mouthful of blood, which sprayed into the air as his body was once again thrown backward!