I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1045 - 339 Dead End

Chapter 1045: Chapter 339: Dead End

Chapter 1045 -339: Dead End

Xu Qingyue had come to seek justice, but upon seeing the boy with the pale face begging only for death, she truly couldn’t bring herself to promise anything.

The conflicted Qingyue Princess suddenly changed her expression, shielding the boy behind her while drawing the soft sword from her waist and holding it horizontally in front of her, and with her other hand forming a sword finger, hundreds of congenital sword energies that could break through the body whooshed out, slashing at all the underbrush beside Bishui Lake.

“Ding ding ding ding!”

The sound of sword hilt clashes followed, and an inspector from the Wind Department under the command of the Dutian Heavenly King emerged with several officials from the Wind Department, while in the dense forest not cut down by the sword energy, dozens to hundreds of breaths could be heard, varying in strength.

“Miss Xu left without a word, and the Sword Venerable is extremely concerned, entrusting an inspector to ensure that the young lady is found.”

The stern-faced inspector Bu Liunan said indifferently to the ready-for-action Xu Qingyue, “Please, Miss Xu, do not resist needlessly, making things difficult for Bu here.”

As the Dutian Heavenly King’s ranks were filled with people from the holy lands looking to build their careers, they naturally did not hold much respect for Xu Qingyue and even had a bit of reprimand towards a mischievous young relative who had no sense of propriety.

But Xu Qingyue, who had finally escaped a close brush with death, was not about to surrender without a fight. If this had been any other place, she would have no choice but to surrender to the inspector and the officials of the Wind Department led by the Dutian Heavenly King, but right behind her lay Bishui Lake. With just a few steps backward, she could escape via the water, a prospect even Bu Liunan couldn’t contend with.

Xu Qingyue, her sword still raised in front of her, did not reply, but subtly moved towards the edge of Bishui Lake, an action she thought was concealed but which, naturally, Bu Liunan observed.

Without any attempt to stop her or speak up, Bu Liunan simply released his soul, and the ghostly image of a Kui ox without horns rose behind him. Merely through a snort from its nose, Bishui Lake’s air above began to gestate and converge, and even the lake itself started to cultivate a certain radiance, as bright as the sun and moon. The originally calm lake surface now churned with waves, accompanied by rolling thunder.

Seeing Bu Liunan’s Kui ox spirit, Xu Qingyue froze in place, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice pit. Martial Saint Mountain housed ten sacred techniques, and among them, the Kui Dragon Transformation of the original vein of Longkui Mountain was a top-tier water technique. Especially when Bu Liunan uses the Mirroring Spirits Technique to shape the Kui ox spirit, it could elevate the Kui Dragon Transformation’s power to countless higher tiers.

This thunder within the lake wasn’t an illusion; it was the containment of Kui Water Divine Thunder. Even though she possessed a Water Spirit Body, she couldn’t withstand a single strike of this divine thunder.

“It seems Miss Xu has understood the situation, which is good, and saves me further effort,” Bu Liunan said lightly, his head crowned by the Kui ox spirit. “Please, Miss Xu.”

Defeated, Xu Qingyue sheathed her soft sword at her waist and, biting her lower lip, unwillingly approached Bu Liunan. She had only taken a few steps when she heard the voice of Wang Sao coming from a distance.

“Commander-in-Chief, please be merciful and let me in. My son is inside, I beg you, please let me… urgh!”

Clearly unaware of the situation inside, those on the perimeter knew the importance of secrecy for the encirclement, yet it was disrupted by the cries of a woman. The furious leader, without thinking, thrust his sword straight into the chest of Wang Chunyan.

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“Puh!”

Wang Chunyan’s voice dissipated into nothingness, but it drove the boy by the lake into madness. The pale-faced boy trembled all over, and with strength from who knows where, he ran towards the woods, still screaming, “Mother, don’t come here, go away, go away!”

“Enough noise!”

An official from the Wind Department turned his head at the sound of the boy’s hoarse roar, akin to that of a small beast, and it seemed as if he had discovered something novel. He said with curiosity, “His congenital heart meridian is flawed, and his qi and blood are depleted, yet he’s still alive at this age without having died. Could it be that he’s had some strange encounter?”

As he spoke, he gestured with a wave of his hand, forming a ghostly claw with Spiritual Power to lift the running boy into the air. No matter how the boy struggled, the ghostly claw, a manifestation of Spiritual Power, remained unmovable.

The claw tightened inexorably, and the boy’s bones began to crack under the strain. Xu Qingyue could watch no longer and, with a raise of her hand, sent a Water Spirit Sword Intent piercing toward the official.

The official, intently controlling the ghostly claw and sensing the boy’s internal condition, would never have expected a sword energy to hit him in the face. By the time he noticed, the Water Spirit Sword Intent was already too close for comfort.

“Be careful!”

The timely caution from a colleague of the Dutian Heavenly King’s surveillance was not ill-timed, yet it was still a step too late. The official manipulating the ghostly claw was only able to tilt his head slightly but was still slashed across the cheek by the Water Spirit Sword Intent.

The wound gaped open and blood flowed like a torrent, the side of the official’s face turned a vivid red. The three-inch-long gash nearly revealed the cheekbone, and the man, suffering this unprovoked disaster, turned his head and asked with indignation, “Xu Qingyue, what madness has possessed you!?”

Once again drawing the soft sword from her waist, Xu Qingyue pointed it directly at the man’s nose and said coldly, “Put the child down!”

The official, finally realizing the reason for his injury, turned to look at the pale-faced boy in the clutches of the ghostly claw and then at Xu Qingyue with the sword, laughing angrily in response, “Heh heh heh, put him down? Fine! I’ll put him down right now!”

“Squeak!”

Spiritual Power burst forth violently as the ghostly claw clenched to its limit. The already weak youth was instantly crushed to death, his internal organs and shards of his viscera mixed with blood, spraying out from his orifices.

As the ghostly claw released, the twisted corpse of the boy thudded to the ground, his bulging eyes still wide open without focus.

Xu Qingyue, who had been coddled since childhood, had never witnessed such brutality; even her right hand holding the soft sword trembled.

Spitting out the blood mingling with thick phlegm from his mouth, the official with the slashed face tightened the muscles on his cheek and sneered at Xu Qingyue, “Ordering me around? Besides being the daughter of a Sword Venerable, what else do you have? Fleeing from your wedding midway, you’ve turned the Mysterious Moon Sword Sect into a laughingstock throughout Yuanzhou. Do you think upon your return to Yuanzhou, you’ll still be the beloved little princess? Don’t dream!”

Wiping the blood from his face with a swipe of his hand, the official sneered, “Even if it’s just to justify to that disgraced, peerless talent, the Sword Sector’s punishment for you won’t be as simple as kneeling in the ancestral hall and copying clan rules! Not to mention your father, who so wishes for Tang Luo to escort the Mysterious Moon Sword Sect!”

The Dutian Heavenly King’s surveillance represented the center of intelligence in the holy lands, naturally possessing some secrets unknown to others. In a sense, the King’s covert agents are the ones closest to the truth.

To outsiders, Xu Biao’s urgent summons might seem like an attempt to retrieve his daughter, but the King’s spies knew that Xu Biao had set a two-month deadline with the Tang Clan of Longxi.

Now, two months had passed, and Xu Qingyue was still missing. The residence of the Mysterious Moon Sword Supreme had become the biggest joke in Ying City, with Xu Biao seen as a representative of poor parenting, and the entire Mysterious Moon Sword Sect shamed because of one individual.

And this was far from everything; everyone was waiting for the humiliated talent to speak out.

The First Divine Child of Ten Thousand Clans, the first peerless talent in history to come from a noble family and earn the foremost title of his era—if he had not been a relative of the Xu Clan, the holy land’s sects would have scrambled to recruit him. Yet now, having suffered such a grave insult, who could know what thoughts were harbored in the heart of Longxi’s Pride.