Just as the black energy on Basong's bone staff was about to burst forth and completely engulf Zhang Shaozhong!
That's enough.
Ling Qingxue's cool and calm voice, which seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth and was beyond question, resounded like thunder in the depths of everyone's soul!
The moment the sound rang out, time seemed to freeze for a split second!
Ling Qingxue used her hand as a sword and swung it with one hand!
Immediately afterwards, in Basong's incredulous, even slightly terrified gaze, a pure, holy white sword beam appeared, seemingly formed from countless tiny ice crystals and moonlight.
Without warning, it tore through the dark night sky, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, or like a judgment descended from the heavens, striking Basong's head with unparalleled precision and speed!
"No--!!!"
Basong only had time to let out a desperate and short roar. The dense black aura around him was as fragile as paper in front of the white sword light, and it couldn't even hold out for a fraction of a second before it instantly vanished!
"BOOM—!!!"
The white sword light slammed solidly into Basong's skull!
"Pfft!"
There was no violent explosion, only a strange sound, like ice freezing and then shattering instantly!
Basong was as if he had been hit by an iceberg, and he froze on the spot!
With a "crack," the white bone staff in his hand broke in two, and the skull emitting black smoke turned into dust!
His black robe was torn to shreds, revealing his thin, bony body covered in strange tattoos that were now covered with a thick layer of white frost!
The sneer and cruelty on his face froze completely, replaced by an extreme fear, pain, and disbelief!
"Uh...ah...no...possible..."
He struggled to squeeze out a few words, one by one, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he stared intently at the direction from which the beam of light was coming from.
He sensed a pure and vast power that far exceeded his comprehension!
The level and scope of that power were countless levels higher than any so-called "master" he had ever seen!
This is not a power that should exist in the human world!
"Bang!"
The next second, Basong's body, covered in thick white frost, suddenly shattered like a broken ice sculpture!
Instead of flying blood and flesh, it turned into countless tiny ice crystals that scattered on the ground, leaving not a single drop of blood behind!
He didn't even have time to utter a single scream before this powerful sorcerer, a Foundation Establishment stage evil cultivator who was feared by countless people in Southeast Asia, was wiped off the face of Ling Qingxue with a single, casual sword strike!
quiet!
A deathly silence!
In the back alley, only the faint sound of ice crystal powder falling to the ground and... the heavy, terrified breathing of the crowd could be heard.
The heretical disciple slumped to the ground, his crotch soaked, his whole body trembling like a leaf. Looking at the spot where his master had just stood, where only a few traces of ice crystals remained, his eyes were vacant, as if his soul had been ripped out.
He couldn't understand how someone as powerful as his master could be... how could he be crushed like an ant?!
The few thugs who could still move were so terrified that they wet themselves and shrunk back as fast as they could, wishing they could embed themselves into the cracks in the wall.
Although Su Wanqing, who was secretly protected by Ling Qingxue, could not see the specific situation, she still felt the holy aura that seemed to purify the soul and the terrifying pressure that disappeared in an instant. Her face turned pale and her heart was filled with awe.
Even Ye Meier, who was perched on the rooftop, ready to rush down to the rescue at any moment, couldn't help but click her tongue and mutter, "That hypocrite... he's still as swift and decisive as ever. But, his act was impeccable, I give him full marks!"
Although she was unconvinced, she knew in her heart that Ling Qingxue's attack just now, which seemed casual, actually contained her extremely exquisite control over power and absolute restraint of the evil energy.
Even though Ling Qingxue's cultivation level is far from recovered, her realm as a Nascent Soul cultivator and her understanding of the "Dao" completely overwhelm Basong, who was forcibly promoted through evil methods. It's like an adult beating a child, with no suspense whatsoever!
Ling Qingxue's figure had appeared beside Zhang Shaozhong without anyone noticing.
She didn't even look at the spot where Basong disappeared, as if she had just casually swatted a fly.
She crouched down, extended her slender fingers, and gently pressed them against Zhang Shaozhong's bloodied and mangled chest.
A pure, gentle, and vibrant spiritual energy slowly flowed into Zhang Shaozhong's body.
Zhang Shaozhong's body, which was originally in excruciating pain and felt like it was about to fall apart, was quickly relieved by this warm current. His broken bones and damaged internal organs began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye!
His scattered consciousness also regrouped.
He opened his eyes and looked at Ling Qingxue, who was so close to him, with a beautiful face that carried a hint of barely perceptible concern. Recalling the scene just now, which was like divine punishment and instantly turned the arrogant Basong into ice crystals, his heart was filled with indescribable shock and... a strange sense of security.
“Fairy… Fairy…” His voice was hoarse, filled with the relief of surviving a calamity.
"It's alright, you can adjust your breathing."
Ling Qingxue's voice remained calm. She withdrew her hand, stood up, and glanced indifferently at the terrified evil cultivator and his thugs.
When those men met her gaze, it was as if they were being stared at by a prehistoric beast; they were terrified and kowtowed repeatedly, begging, "Fairy...Fairy, spare us! Spare us! We were forced! We'll never dare to do it again!"
Ling Qingxue ignored their pleas for mercy and simply transmitted her voice to Ye Meier on the rooftop: "Clean it up."
"Alright!" Ye Meier chuckled and leaped off the roof like an owl...
What happened tonight is destined to leave no trace.
Basong and his disciples, as well as the henchmen sent by Zhao Dingtian, will all pay the price for their actions.
Zhang Shaozhong lay on the ground, feeling his body recover rapidly while savoring the earth-shattering blow he had just delivered.
He finally witnessed with his own eyes just a small fraction of the power that Ling Qingxue might have possessed at her peak, a power truly belonging to an ancient immortal cultivator!
It is a primordial power that transcends skill and the amount of energy, and is almost like the "Tao"!
Compared to that, my pitiful chaotic energy and martial arts skills are simply child's play!
I must become stronger!
An unprecedented thirst for power burned within him like a raging fire!
This crushing defeat and witnessing of the past was a heavy blow to him, but also a baptism of rebirth!
He sees the road ahead more clearly, and his steps will be more resolute!
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