Chapter 771 543: Injury Break (Qi Li Xiang's little finger hooks up with Shang Bai Yin Meng additional 2/20)

"Boom!"

Purple thunder suddenly erupted, and Helian Changguang had never expected his wife to not only avoid the situation from afar but even dare to come closer to harass. He was greatly shocked and, with great effort, managed to cast a spell while resisting the two bolts of thunder light.

"Blood Silver Dew Marvelous Secret!"

The red light clinging to Li Qinghong's body protection thunder light exploded with a loud bang, shattering the thunder light. Li Qinghong grunted, but without any hesitation, she continued to thrust forward without pausing her spear.

"Puff!"

Liu Qiao's body protection Dharma Light shattered like an eggshell. Only the black light rising from the talisman was of slightly higher quality. It was drawn inward, barely managing to hold together and protecting her.

But how could Li Qinghong's long-accumulated thrust be so easily blocked? Five streaks of thunder light burst forth from the spear, a gorgeous flash in mid-air that turned the three people pale. A thunderous explosion was heard:

"Bang!"

Bright white sparks flashed by, and Five Thunders struck directly onto Liu Qiao's face. Devil Cultivators fear thunder by nature; how could she withstand such a strike? In an instant, her head exploded like a watermelon, purified by the thunder light into rising black smoke that disappeared without a trace.

"Qiao'er!"

As black smoke rose, Helian Changguang's eyes were filled with rage, yet he did not go to save his wife. Instead, red light glowed fiercely on his two blades as he stabbed mercilessly towards the snowy white robe on Li Qinghong's back.

Meanwhile, the solitary body of Liu Qiao raised a hand, taking out a meatball from the storage bag. Her two delicate hands held the meatball, placing it towards her neck.

Devil Cultivators differ from Immortal Cultivators; they have much stronger vitality. Liu Qiao turning into flying ash was just a severe injury, but her remaining hands on her torso trembled slightly, showing extreme fear.

Although she could neither see nor hear, her Spiritual Sense could still distinguish that Li Qinghong in front of her was utterly calm, showing no intent to retreat but instead gently parted her red lips, spitting out another streak of white light.

"What..."

Her hands paused, and the exploding white light emerged, shaking the ground and rolling the boulders. Purple thunder reappeared, and at this moment, she was utterly defenseless. Only three feet away from the white light, she was suddenly engulfed in it.

"Boom..."

Concentrated thunder light swept over, blinding the cultivators below temporarily. The sky above the formation fell silent due to the excessive sounds of thunder explosion. Helian Changguang looked on in disbelief, seemingly stunned for a moment:

"What?"

Li Qinghong retracted her spear and turned around, gazing coldly at him. Her spear slanted, covering her white clothes in purple, gently fluttering in the wind.

Blood slowly trickled down from the corner of her mouth, and her back was already stained red. Her black hair was gently blown open by the wind, with a few bloodied strands by her forehead.

Li Qinghong's dark gray almond eyes quietly watched Helian Changguang. The black smoke behind her dissipated, and only a brocade robe could be faintly seen falling, like a wingless bird, plunging into the forest.

Liu Qiao had already turned to ashes.

Helian Changguang's eyes revealed an unbelievable rage and profound regret and shock. His voice, which was originally cold and stern, became shrill as he cried out:

"Bitch..."

Although he was filled with sorrow and pain, he wasn't overwhelmed. The blow he had landed was not something that could easily be withstood. Li Qinghong had insisted on killing Liu Qiao and taking his strike, almost at the cost of her own life.

Helian Changguang said nothing, but his trembling lips revealed the extreme hatred in his heart. The elixirs embedded in his flesh were instantly refined. With a roar like a tiger's, his two long blades swung in the air, creating two phantoms as rolling black smoke surged up from the ground.

Li Qinghong lifted her spear and unleashed two bolts of thunder light, transforming into the shape of birds and striking fiercely. Almost simultaneously, Five Thunders leapt from her spear again, producing bright white sparks.

"Puff."

Helian Changguang grimaced with pain as he was pierced by the spear, nearly spitting out blood. He felt as if thunderbolts were boiling inside his organs. His grip on both blades almost slipped away as he exclaimed in a hoarse voice:

"You!"

Li Qinghong's white clothing was full of purple, dazzling thunder light, spreading from the hem in streaks of brilliance. Her white garb had transformed into purple, mixed with splashes of blood-red luster.

The purple thunder light crept up from her neck to her face, outlining patterns on her cheeks. The fresh blood in her hair turned into tiny blood pearls due to the magnetic force stirred by the thunder; they rose upside down. Her spear thrusts were now entirely different in power from before.

"Ah?"

Helian Changguang could hardly understand. The purple-robed Thunder Cultivator in front of him, although injured, seemed to have unlocked some secret reserve of strength, increasing her power by a good fifty percent. His breath stuck in his throat, and his legs went numb from the latest thrust, his body trembling with trepidation.

The terrifying thunderbolt before him crushed any will to resist him, and he had no choice but to swallow his rage. Struck by another spear, his abdomen opened up like tofu, revealing a small hole. The thunder continued to spread through the wound, and Helian Changguang cried out in alarm:

"Can't delay any longer!"

His left eye burst open, and his shape shifted into a burst of blood light, seemingly invoking some pre-prepared spell, ascending at an extremely fast speed.

Li Qinghong's reaction was just as swift; violent thunder light exploded beneath her feet, and she too took to the sky amidst thunder, one red and one purple, one following the other. They left twin trails in the sky. In her hands, the spear manipulated the Five Thunders, constantly striking the blood light, sending up plumes of black qi.

After a ten-mile chase, Helian Changguang's blood light was ground down smaller and smaller, yet the Demonic Qi around him grew thicker. The purple-robed Thunder Cultivator finally halted, gave him a cold glance, and then turned into a purple light that disappeared to the south.

Helian Changguang flew for several more miles before reverting to his original form, with nothing but a sleek head connected to a long spine, dripping blood. His hair, brows, nose, and mouth had been abandoned long before, leaving only seven dark holes on his face.

Helian Changguang did not dare to return immediately. He pulled out a corpse from his storage, long prepared, twisted off the head and spine and removed them, replacing them with his own and quickly replacing his facial features to save time.

Having finished restoring his own body, he breathed a sigh of relief. Faint thunder still surfaced on his skin. Full of both hatred and shock, he rushed forward in panic, thinking to himself:

"Such a... such a powerful Thunder Cultivator..."

...

Yan Mountain Border.

Devil Cultivators possess keen senses. In the sky, one Foundation Establishment Devil Cultivator had perished while another fled. The rest, who had been loyally besieging, scattered in an instant. The cultivators all breathed sighs of relief, exchanging wordless looks, but what remained was sheer shock.

"The thunderbolt in the sky just now... was it Fairy Li?"

Although the Qi Cultivators had limited experience, they had witnessed Foundation Establishment cultivators make their moves. They were so astounded they almost lost their wits. Fei Tongyu murmured:

"She fought until the sky filled with mist, a thunderstorm descended, and cultivators were blinded... Qinghong... has reached such a level!"

Back when Li Qinghong was just a little girl with a lower cultivation level than him, Fei Tongyu's shock was unimaginable. The rest were silent, their spirits uplifted, full of praise, but only Li Minggong was secretly worried:

"The great one pursued into the demonic clouds... I fear it might be a trap..."

She craned her neck, looking out. Not more than a few dozen breaths later, she finally saw a purple light flying toward the formation, turning into a purple-robed female cultivator with a silver spear, carrying brocade clothes. Under the fine eyebrows were apricot eyes shrouded in purple mist, while faint traces of thunder colors could still be seen on her cheeks.

Li Qinghong stood quietly, her black hair cascading down. The cultivators hurriedly bowed, utterly convinced, and called out in unison:

"We greet the Fairy, congratulating her on the great victory over the demonic foe!"

The thunder light on Li Qinghong slowly faded, and her purple robe gradually turned back to white. Spots of blood reappeared, and her eyes returned to those clear and beautiful pupils. She spoke in a clear, bright voice:

"Minggong, come with me."