Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills-Chapter 20 - : The pinnacle of ultimate intention, breaking the shackles

20 Chapter 20: The pinnacle of ultimate intention, breaking the shackles

Zhao Huai could feel the surging power within him, his eyes: with a hint of surprise.

This ultimate intent state at the ninth stage of refining qi unexpectedly had a trace of touching the Initiation Realm's shadow.

His flesh absorbed a large amount of spiritual qi from the universe, all of which transformed into the True Qi within his body, and the True Qi in his pubic region continuously compressed, showing a trace of condensing into True Vigor. 7

One should know that only at the Initiation Realm could one gather the Qi Sea in the pubic region, compress spiritual qi, and solidify it into True Vigor.

Now, he seemed to have reached the threshold of the Initiation Stage.

"Swoosh!"

The Life-taking Scholar quickly launched an attack without a moment's rest. The sharp six-fan sword pierced towards Zhao Huai's face in a flash.

In the eyes of Li Yanqing and others, they could only vaguely see the blurred afterimages.

However, Zhao Huai's expression was calm as he extended two fingers and leisurely intercepted the incoming sword edge.

Then, with a flick of his index finger.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound emanated from the sword body.

During the sword control process, the Life-taking Scholar felt a fierce qi coming towards him.

He hurriedly concentrated his mind, mobilizing his True Qi to resist the attack.

"Splash!"

However, the suspended six-fan sword lost its strength under this attack and fell to the ground with a clatter. The surface of the sword edge cracked into segments and became scrap iron.

With the support of the ultimate intent, Zhao Huai's finger had the power of tens of thousands of pounds, and with full force exerted, how could the Life-taking Scholar withstand it?

Seeing his defeat in a single move, the Life-taking Scholar quickly retreated, his face ugly, and his gloomy eyes sweeping over Li Yanqing and others. Judging from his steps, there was no doubt that he was showing fear.

Without a doubt, he had the intention to retreat.

Assassination was not about sending oneself to death; as long as one was alive, one remained a hero.

"Trying to leave?"

Zhao Huai had a keen sense of insight and noticed his opponent's fear almost immediately.

The black ring flashed, and a long sword with a dark blue double- edged blade and a deep sword body hovered in front of Zhao Huai. This was exactly the unknown Treasured Sword.

The power of fist arts and flesh was certainly not bad, so why not try sword techniques?

As he spoke, Zhao Huai's big hand clenched, and as the cold iron entered his hand, he immediately felt a heart-to-heart connection.

It was the [Swordsmanship Specialization] destiny quietly operating, giving him an excellent sense of adaptability when using weapons.

His fists were so powerful in their own right; how formidable would he be with a sword?

Chills flashed through the heart of the Life-taking Scholar.

As a result, he stepped hard on the green slatestone, splashing it, and flew more than ten meters away in an instant before fleeing.

Such a decisive escape undoubtedly left his back exposed to Zhao Huai.

"As an assassin, you have no fighting spirit?"

Zhao Huai chuckled softly and swung his sword-holding hand, throwing the long sword outward.

"Swoosh!"

The sound of air breaking burst forth.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the sword coming toward him, the Life-taking Scholar exclaimed through gritted teeth.

With a swing of his large sleeve, eight sharp blades shot out in an attempt to block the strike.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai's figure moved, disappearing on the spot.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

All eight blades were knocked away by the flying sword.

The next second, Zhao Huai appeared in midair, reaching out to catch the sword just right.

Immediately afterward, with a forceful swing.

With the support of the ultimate's intention stage, Zhao Huai's flesh body seemed unchained!

The sword body trembled, and a dragon-like blue sword qi emerged from the sword edge, breaking through the air with the sword.

As the sword qi approached, the Life-taking Scholar's eyes flashed with extreme terror.

It was already too late to resist.

"Pff!"

The sword qi shattered the Life-taking Scholar's True Qi barrier, instantly crushed his heart meridian, causing him to spew a large mouthful of blood.

His limp body fell to the ground like a boneless cloth doll, heavily.Before dying, his eyes were wide open, apparently not expecting the failure this time to be at the hands of an ordinary- looking young man.

"This unknown Treasured Sword seems to be a magical weapon." Zhao Huai wiped the blood on the sword with the Life-taking Scholar's clothes, looking at the crystal-clear sword body, and muttered to himself.

At this moment.

The butcher's stiff body shook slightly, and the pig-slaughtering knife at his waist was drawn out with a "swish" and hung parallel to the ground.

A pair of angry eyes opened, even red.

On the other side, Zhao Huai's mind seemed to sense something.

He just raised his eyelid, and his eyes showed no ripples.

With a throw of his hand.

The long sword turned into a dark blue lightning, shooting out.

"Clang!"

The resonance of the sword was ethereal and clear, like a water droplet falling into a thousand-year cold pool.

"So...strong..."

The butcher's chest, which had just sat up, was pinned to the mud wall by a long sword.

Immediately, the pig-killing knife clattered to the ground, blood oozed out of the corners of the butcher's mouth, and the disbelief in his eyes lingered for a long time.

Zhao Huai walked slowly, drew the long sword from the wall, and sighed.

Leaving him alive probably wouldn't get any information, and with the previous lesson in mind, he didn't plan to hold back this time.

"Are these assassins really here to kill me? I feel like they made a sudden decision."

"Could it be another assassination of Madam?"

Zhao Huai pondered secretly.

Combining the experience of the last time and this time, it was not difficult for him to infer that the real target of these assassins was Yu Qinghan. However, they chose the weakest, and they all came to him.

Zhao Huai felt that this was unacceptable, for who could tolerate being assassinated every day.

He had to have an in-depth communication with Madam at night. Some contradictions need to be resolved at the root.

"Senior! Senior!"

At this time, Li Yanqing ran over excitedly, and the followers around him could barely catch up.

"Your swordsmanship is so powerful! Can you teach me?"

Li Yanqing's face was full of excitement, even more excited than the first time he went to the brothel!

Zhao Huai retracted the sword into the black ring and said indifferently, "You still have a long way to go. Practice refining qi first."

Li Yanqing was not discouraged at all and grinned:

"No problem!"

He thought that as long as he followed such a master for cultivation, where would he be afraid that he couldn't practice refining qi?

The strength Zhao Huai showed completely outperformed the so- called expert cultivators Li Yanqing's father had found!

Those unscrupulous sects obviously took his father's money but sent a few ordinary disciples to teach him. Wasn't that perfunctory? Zhao Huai collected the money bags from the two corpses in front of him, counted them accurately, and found that there was a lot of silver, thousands of silver bills, and hundreds of spiritual stones. It was a small fortune.

Then he took out two Fire Thunder Talismans he had refined from the black ring.

"Senior, is this a Talisman Inscription?"

Li Yanqing was very insightful, seeing the yellow paper with various patterns carved by Zhao Huai and saying it immediately.

"Yeah."

Zhao Huai answered softly, then threw out the Fire Thunder Talismans in his hand.

The masculine fire ignited spontaneously from the talisman. In the blink of an eye, the raging red flames engulfed the two corpses.

Burned to a pile of black ash, this can also be regarded as another use of the Fire Thunder Talisman.

With a gentle breeze, it disappeared.

After destroying the corpses and hiding the evidence, the dead would naturally be unverifiable.

Zhao Huai looked at the scattered ashes and thought to himself.

In an instant, Zhao Huai suddenly remembered that there was one more thing he hadn't dealt with.

That was the four masked strangers he encountered in the auction. He remembered that these four people were going to trouble him. But now, where are they?

Zhao Huai did not forget that the identities of the four masked strangers were likely to be demons.