Chapter 63: Chapter 61: Take a Strike From My Blade

SHIIING!

The sword’s body vibrated violently. A dazzling silver light, like stars from beyond the heavens, split into eight beams that hovered around Zhang Cheng.

"Slash!"

Zhang Cheng brought two fingers together, muttered an incantation, and issued his command at Mo Qi.

The eight beams of sword light shot forward. They were like roaring dragons unleashed, assailing Mo Qi from every direction.

’Let’s see you survive this!’ A vicious glint flashed in Zhang Cheng’s eyes. This move, Sword Slash Eight Directions, was a High Tier of Profound-Level Martial Technique his father had taught him.

Its power was immense. Even an ordinary Mid-stage Purity Realm cultivator wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

Mo Qi, on the other hand, simply stood his ground, kitchen knife in hand.

To an outsider, the eight swords moved with blinding speed, their trajectories impossible to discern. But within his Sword Skill Domain, they seemed to slow to a crawl.

Mo Qi could clearly perceive and even predict where the swords would be in the next second.

’A Domain can do this, too?’

At this moment, Mo Qi was not yet aware of the true marvel and power of his Sword Skill Domain. By the time he would realize it in the near future, he would already be touching upon a whole new level of existence.

He lifted his kitchen knife and swung it casually.

To Mo Qi, stopping these eight swords was no different from slicing eight cucumbers.

CLANG!

A flash of black light, a metallic ring. It sounded like a single strike, but in truth, Mo Qi’s blade was just too fast, the sounds too densely packed together.

CLATTER!

The eight swords lost their power and fell to the ground, shattering piece by piece into scraps of metal.

At the same time, Zhang Cheng’s spirit was violently shaken. A sharp pain stabbed his Sea of Consciousness as the connection between him and his swords vanished.

’Damn it, what the hell just happened?’

Staring at the shattered swords on the ground, Zhang Cheng’s expression changed drastically.

Those were Middle Tier of Profound-Level swords! And they’d been shattered to pieces just like that!

’In that case, just how terrifyingly high is the grade of that knife in Mo Qi’s hands?’

Zhang Cheng looked up, only to see a pitch-black, coal-like kitchen knife. Its design was utterly ordinary, one might even call it crude.

"Early-stage Purity Realm... is this all there is to it?" Mo Qi weighed the kitchen knife in his hand.

He found that, compared to the Refining Divine Being stage, the advantage of the Purity Realm was the union of essence, qi, and spirit. During the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, one borrowed the Power of Heaven and Earth to temper the mortal body, thereby strengthening it.

On top of that, there was Domain Power.

But in front of him, these advantages were rendered completely moot.

In terms of physical body, he, at the Seventh Turn Foundation Establishment, was far more formidable than Zhang Cheng.

In terms of Domain, his Sword Skill Domain was no worse than Zhang Cheng’s.

’Perhaps Zhang Cheng’s only remaining advantages are his wider array of combat techniques and some unexpected trump cards.’

Under normal circumstances, Mo Qi wouldn’t have minded fighting a little longer, slowly forcing out all of Zhang Cheng’s trump cards and using him as a whetstone.

But right now, Jin Sanpang was still trapped in the Array, his fate unknown. Mo Qi had to end this fight as quickly as possible.

"Take a blow from my knife!"

Mo Qi’s words sent Zhang Cheng into a rage. He had never been looked down upon like this before.

But Mo Qi gave him no time to be angry. The moment the words left his mouth, he moved, violently kicking off the ground.

BOOM!

The immense force blasted a deep trench in the stone ground. With a flicker, Mo Qi’s figure vanished from his spot like an arrow loosed from a bow.

’Madman!’

Zhang Cheng’s eyelids twitched, and the hairs on his body stood on end. A sense of extreme danger washed over him.

Subconsciously, a full set of Defense Armor materialized around him, encasing him completely, without a single gap.

Only now did he truly feel Mo Qi’s terror.

’No True Essence in his body, no discernible combat style, no specialized Body Technique Cultivation... he reached such a terrifying speed relying solely on brute force and awareness.’

’Is he even human?!’

But despite his astonishment, Zhang Cheng still didn’t believe Mo Qi could defeat him.

Leaving all else aside, this suit of Earth-level Defense Armor alone already put him in an invincible position.

"You can’t break through my defense! Before me, you’re nothing but a living target!" Zhang Cheng sneered.

SWOOSH!

A black blade of light flashed vertically, and then Mo Qi appeared behind Zhang Cheng.

’Hm?’

Zhang Cheng felt a light breeze brush past his shoulder. As expected, nothing had happened.

Just as he was about to counterattack, a thought suddenly struck him, and his expression instantly turned ugly.

The Defense Armor was a complete set; it should have protected every corner of his body.

’So where did that breeze come from?’

In the next second, Zhang Cheng found his answer.

THUD!

His right arm fell away at the shoulder, splattering the ground with blinding crimson.

The excruciating pain arrived a moment later. Zhang Cheng’s face went pale, and a cold sweat soaked his back.

’How is this possible! How did he do that?!’

’This is Earth-level Armor!’

Even if an ordinary Vajra Realm expert were here, they wouldn’t be able to harm him in the slightest before his True Essence ran out.

Yet Mo Qi had severed his arm with a single slash.

’If Mo Qi’s blade had been aimed at my head just now, then...’

At this thought, Zhang Cheng felt an inexplicable chill on his neck, and a cold dread shot up his spine straight to his brain.

Was a kitchen knife forged from Obsidian really powerful enough to break through the defense of Earth-level Armor?

The answer was, of course, no.

Perhaps the Obsidian material itself was harder than the Earth-level Armor, but with Mo Qi’s current strength, it was fundamentally impossible for him to slice through it.

So, how did Mo Qi manage to sever Zhang Cheng’s arm?

It was simple. No matter how high the quality of the Armor, even if it was a complete set, it could not be perfectly seamless.

Take Zhang Cheng’s armor, for example. It was composed of four parts.

A helmet, Armor, vambraces, and boots.

Although when assembled, one could say it was perfectly fitted and airtight.

But fitted did not mean seamless.

With his Sword Skill, when preparing ingredients for Medicinal Cuisine, Mo Qi could accurately cut living organisms that grew together with almost no discernible separation line, separating the harmful parts from the harmless without damaging the slightest bit of life matrix.

Slicing through assembled armor was therefore a matter of course, presenting no difficulty at all.

"You... you stay away!"

Zhang Cheng was terrified. If even Earth-level Armor couldn’t stop Mo Qi, his life had no guarantee.

However, Mo Qi paid him no mind, raising his knife to deliver the final blow.

"I’m the Young Master of the Wolf Fang Sect! If you kill me, you’ll become an enemy of the entire Wolf Fang Sect! My father won’t let you go."

Zhang Cheng hurriedly reminded him, playing his final card by bringing up his identity and the Wolf Fang Sect.

"Besides, if you kill me, Jin Sanpang is a dead man! I’m the only one who knows how to break the killing Array he’s trapped in."

Pausing for a moment, Zhang Cheng added, "There was never any real enmity between us. It was all a misunderstanding. Since you’re from the Void Sect, you must have come here for treasure, too."

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng threw out his Storage Ring.

"Inside are all the treasures we’ve gathered. They’re all yours now. And don’t worry, I can swear I will never speak a word about you being here. You can just walk away with a fortune, no questions asked."

Mo Qi’s Divine Sense probed the ring. Just then, a tyrannical Spiritual Power surged out from the ring like a sharp dagger and stabbed viciously into Mo Qi’s Sea of Consciousness.

Mo Qi let out a muffled grunt and clutched his head in pain, his face deathly pale.

"Die!"

Zhang Cheng’s previous listless state vanished. He suddenly lunged, a dagger appearing in his hand as he stabbed toward Mo Qi’s head.