Three silver needles shot out from Ji Xiaoxiao's hand, unstoppable and cutting through all obstacles. Ji Xiaoxiao followed closely behind, using the momentum of the silver needles, her palm poised to unleash a stone-shattering power, ready to gently pat Zhao Batian's head.
Zhao Batian remained unhurried, the smile on his lips unchanged. He raised his right hand, palm facing Ji Xiaoxiao, and exerted a slight force. A crimson-golden wall of fire appeared out of thin air a meter in front of Zhao Batian.
Ji Xiaoxiao immediately braked, but the silver needles, like arrows released from a bow, plunged straight into the wall of fire without looking back. The wall of fire was pure, and Ji Xiaoxiao watched as the silver needles turned into molten iron. She sniffed, and a stench of burnt feathers filled the air, a foul and nauseating odor.
Instead of advancing, Ji Xiaoxiao retreated, touching her still-warm black hair, dry, rough, and curly. The power of the fire wall was earth-shattering, and Ji Xiaoxiao's expression turned grave. A direct attack was not advisable; she could only resort to a flanking maneuver.
With feet barely touching the ground, leaving no trace, Ji Xiaoxiao's progress in cultivating the "White Lotus Sacred Technique" was minimal, but her lightness skill was truly extraordinary. A blur of movement vanished, and three breaths later, Ji Xiaoxiao silently appeared behind Zhao Batian.
When two strong people meet, they don't need to fight. It's like lovers who understand each other perfectly. From the day Zhao Batian met Ji Xiaoxiao, he felt that Ji Xiaoxiao was a master who was hiding her true strength.
When Ji Xiaoxiao slapped Zhao Batian away, sending him stumbling and falling on the ground, creating several craters of varying sizes, Zhao Batian was dazed for a moment before he seemed to wake from a dream. He smiled silently, sneered softly, laughed loudly, and then laughed heartily to the sky.
Upon arriving in this world, Zhao Batian immediately sensed the overwhelming abundance of the five elemental forces—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—making one feel as if drowning. His new body possessed dual fire and wood martial meridians, perfectly balanced. Wood fueled fire, and fire relied on wood for its existence, making Zhao Batian's cultivation twice as effective. In less than six months, Zhao Batian had already reached the ninth level of Martial Artist. With just a little more effort, surpassing Martial Artist and becoming a Martial Warrior would be a piece of cake.
Overjoyed by his rapid cultivation, Zhao Batian developed a sense of invincibility, like a lone wolf seeking victory while everyone else remained oblivious. He possessed abundant resources, yet the people here failed to utilize them. What good was it for one person to become a god? The higher one climbs, the colder it gets; besides, there wasn't a single worthy opponent. What meaning would there be in overturning the world?
Now that Ji Xiaoxiao had shown off her skills, Zhao Batian felt not only the humiliation of being knocked away by a woman, but also a surge of pride. His heart pounded, his blood rushed, and excitement, like a flood bursting its banks, swept over Zhao Batian's mind and body.
Zhao Batian braced himself on the ground with both hands, his throat itching terribly. He coughed repeatedly, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. The stinging pain in his back and the dizziness from vomiting made Zhao Batian realize that his injuries were serious.
Zhao Batian coughed up his last mouthful of blood, stood up cleanly, dusted himself off, pointed at Ji Xiaoxiao and said, "I'm not Zhao Gou Dan, and you're not Zhong Xiaohua. How can a weak woman split mountains and rocks with a single palm strike?"
Ji Xiaoxiao remained silent, her expression unchanged. She placed her right hand behind her back, her five fingers outstretched, and several silver needles gleaming with a cold light immediately appeared between her fingers.
"What, now that I know your secret, you're speechless?" Zhao Batian stepped forward. "Don't worry, I absolutely won't tell anyone. I still need to figure out your strange power myself." With such an interesting opponent, Zhao Batian couldn't bear to kill Ji Xiaoxiao.
Ji Xiaoxiao parted her lips slightly and suddenly waved her right hand, "If you want to know my power, you'll have to trade your life for it."
This time, the silver needles moved even faster, and the sound of them cutting through the air could be faintly heard. As the silver needles flew, Ji Xiaoxiao stood still, her round eyes fixed on Zhao Batian, not missing his every move.
The "White Lotus Sacred Technique" is a wondrous cultivation method, allowing one to advance rapidly in cultivation. However, the original owner's body was inherently unsuitable for martial arts training, and after several months, Ji Xiaoxiao had only barely reached the peak of the Evil Exorcism stage. Since her own abilities were insufficient, she had no choice but to seek other methods.
As the old saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle." Only by figuring out Zhao Batian's moves, finding their weaknesses, and devising countermeasures can the outnumbered and weak Ji Xiaoxiao have a better chance of defeating him.
Zhao Batian was badly injured by Ji Xiaoxiao's full-force attack; the blood he wasted would require several days and nights of intensive recuperation. Neglecting health in youth will lead to suffering in old age.
"We'll deal with the future later," Zhao Batian thought, his eyes fixed intently on Ji Xiaoxiao. Seeing Ji Xiaoxiao unleash her silver needles again, Zhao Batian waved his hand, and an even hotter wall of fire appeared. Before the silver needles could even enter the fire, their sharp points melted into droplets, falling slowly onto the grass.
The trick doesn't have to be new, as long as it works. Just considering Zhao Batian's wall of fire, Ji Xiaoxiao was helpless. The wind rose, the leaves fell, and countless harmless weapons of mass destruction, with fierce and overwhelming force, attempted to engulf Ji Xiaoxiao in lush greenery.
While her cultivation of the "White Lotus Sacred Technique" was still insufficient, her unparalleled lightness skill, capable of treading on grass without leaving a trace, still lingered. In the midst of their chase, Ji Xiaoxiao glanced sideways at Zhao Batian. Zhao Batian's face was grim, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. The skin on his lips was cracked, the withered white skin peeling back, his once clear black and white eyes now showing a hint of yellow, and his once immovable legs swayed precariously. His speed in chasing Ji Xiaoxiao's green leaf tornado gradually slowed.
If you worry about things before they happen, you won't have to worry. If you worry about things when they happen, it won't help. Ji Xiaoxiao knew that now was the time for her to counterattack.
Having once again dodged the attack of the green leaves, Ji Xiaoxiao perched atop a large tree, looking down with an air of arrogant disdain. Gazing into the distance, she adjusted her breathing, continuously circulating her innate energy, striving to recover to her peak condition as quickly as possible, every second counted.
"Ugh." Zhao Batian spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale, and he could no longer maintain the wall of fire.
Fire and wood elements surged and danced within his body, constantly assaulting his fragile meridians. His blood churned and boiled, his body like a furnace about to explode, enduring immense pressure inside and out.
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