My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

"Are you sure you're okay with this? This is no joke!" Li Minghai said hoarsely.

Just the two of us, going to fight a second-rank martial artist? Are you kidding me?

Qi Yu glanced at Li Minghai and said, "Do you think I would risk my life like that? Don't worry, I have my secret weapon. I can kill even a Grandmaster!"

Although he had witnessed the terror of that secret weapon, Li Minghai was still somewhat apprehensive. A second-rank official, killing you would be as easy as lifting a finger.

But the arrow was already on the string, and it had to be released!

Li Minghai drew his long sword, looking as if he were ready to die, and said, "I can only hold him off for ten breaths. If I die..."

Before Li Minghai could finish speaking, Qi Yu hurriedly interrupted him.

"You want to give your last words? No problem. Tell me, which bank did you deposit your money in, and where did you hide the receipts? After you die, I'll exchange them for ghost money and burn them for you. I'll take care of your wife, children, and elderly parents."

Don't just raise a flag anywhere!

Don't say you'll definitely come back when you go out, because usually you won't.

If you want to die, kill this old man first, then you can die.

Li Minghai is the core of this plan!

Upon hearing Qi Yu's words, Li Minghai's initial sense of tragic heroism vanished instantly.

I'm not dead yet!

All you're thinking about is the money in my bank, you're such a scoundrel!

And you said "if," do you understand?

"Old Li, think about it, what will happen to your wife and children if you die?"

Li Minghai was taken aback. Yes! He also has a wife and children!

Li Minghai was still feeling sad, thinking that he couldn't die, but then Qi Yu's words made him want to swear.

"If you die, you don't need to worry about your wife and children, because the Crown Prince will definitely give them a lot of money, so you don't need to worry about their livelihood for the rest of their lives."

"Then your wife will remarry with your death benefits, and another man will live in your house, spend your money, sleep with your wife, and have children with you. Then you can die in peace."

Close your eyes in peace?!

I'll die in peace, you dead man!

"Get lost! He's just a second-grade rank! I'll wipe him out right now!"

Li Minghai shouted loudly, his face fierce, and he had lost all his previous timidity.

Qi Yu looked at Li Minghai and smiled; speaking is an art.

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Chapter Sixty-Four: Killing a Second-Rank Official

Bang!

In the narrow valley, two figures were engaged in fierce combat; they were the second-rank martial artists sent by Li Minghai and Chang Lian.

The third grade of Qi gathering forms a blade, and the Qi blade condensed from true Qi is extremely sharp, comparable to a steel knife.

When a second-grade true qi is released, it can be controlled at will within a certain range around the body, as if countless sharp, invisible hands have appeared.

As soon as Li Minghai stepped into the old man's vicinity of ten zhang, he was already injured by the true energy. The difference in strength between the second and third ranks was that great.

Despite his injury, he still remembered his mission: to hold off the old man and buy time for his brothers around him.

"Heh, overestimating yourself!" The old man sneered when he saw Li Minghai step into his true energy range.

With a flick of his soft sword, a sword beam formed from gathered true energy slashed out, carrying a terrifying momentum as it hurtled towards Li Minghai.

Li Minghai hurriedly slashed out with his sword, the blade swirling with energy, forming a ring of air blades.

Bang!

The sword's edge shattered, and Li Minghai coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes bulging with bloodshot veins. He was seriously injured.

But after wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he straightened up and looked at the old man.

Three breaths have passed, seven breaths remain!

Qi Yu's task for him was to stall the old man for at least ten breaths.

Qi Yu stood at a distance, watching Li Minghai, silently calculating the time in his mind.

Five, four, three, two, one!

"Old Li, that's enough, let's get out of here!" Qi Yu shouted.

Li Minghai remained unmoved, continuing to struggle to block the old man's attacks.

Qi Yu frowned, then saw Li Minghai's gaze and paused slightly.

That's a resolute, fearless look in my eyes!

Why work so hard?

Li Minghai knew the plan; every extra breath he held on increased the chances of the plan succeeding.

I'm just a third-rank martial artist, but exchanging him for a second-rank martial artist from the Chang family is worth it!

Qi Yu understood Li Minghai's gaze, but he didn't quite understand where this guy's idea of ​​sacrificing himself for righteousness came from.

Does that hypocritical Li Ming deserve your willingness to die for him?

Others may not see Li Ming clearly, but he sees him very clearly.

Li Ming is a hypocritical and extremely ambitious person.

He is very much like Liu Bei, spouting righteousness and morality, and claiming to save the world, but in reality he is extremely hypocritical.

I am certain that Li Ming's goal is not just the Great Yun Dynasty.

Helping Li Ming is like asking a tiger for its skin; who knows, once he ascends the throne, the first person he might kill is himself!

Qi Yu always harbored malicious intent when speculating about a person, because this allowed him to see the person clearly and leave himself a lot of room for interpretation.

Li Minghai was clearly brainwashed by Li Ming, and quite thoroughly at that.

Qi Yu glanced at the carriage, then hurriedly ran over and took out an iron ball the size of a basketball from the carriage.

I turned the tinderbox aside, blew on it a few times, and it gradually caught fire.

Holding the iron ball in one hand and a tinderbox in the other, he lit the fuse.

"Old Li, catch this! This is the key to defeating this old codger! We absolutely, absolutely cannot let him get it, or we'll all die!" Qi Yu shouted, then passed the iron ball to Li Minghai.

This is a bomb I've been developing these past few days. Ordinary earthenware jars aren't airtight enough to kill a first-rank martial artist. Besides, earthenware jars are fragile; they break easily if dropped.

Therefore, Qi Yu tampered with the outer shell and used iron.

However, the ball was forged rather roughly and was not very round.

Current forging technology can only achieve this much, but it's sufficient.

When Li Minghai saw Qi Yu take out this thing, he quickly retreated and hid behind a large rock.

Catch it? Would I dare to catch it myself?

Even if a grandmaster came, he wouldn't dare accept the gift, would he?

He had witnessed the power of this thing firsthand!

The old man raised an eyebrow as he watched the iron ball flying towards him in the moonlight. What was something he absolutely couldn't let himself get his hands on?

You won't let me take it, but I'll take it anyway!

The old man caught the iron ball with his hand and then examined it.

What the heck is this lump?

weapons?

It doesn't look like a meteor hammer either!

And it's on fire?

The old man couldn't understand it. He caught it just to see what it was that had caused the third-rank official's expression to change so drastically, and why he couldn't let himself have it.

Otherwise, with his strength, the iron ball wouldn't even get close to him; it would be sliced ​​in two by his true energy.

Looking at it from all angles, it's just an iron ball with no real energy attached to it.

This thing can turn the tide of battle? And I can't even get it myself?

ridiculous!

What kind of threat could this thing pose?

The old man casually tossed the iron ball to the ground, preparing to kill Qi Yu first.

This young man is the main target tonight!

The iron ball landed, and the fuse burned to its end.

Bang!

A loud bang echoed through the mountains and forests, startling countless wild beasts and birds into flight.

Even in Jiangzhou City, ten miles away, the loud noise could be faintly heard.

Li Minghai covered his ears and hid behind a large rock. Pieces of gravel rained down on him, but he couldn't care less.

Once the commotion subsided, Li Minghai emerged from behind the rock and looked at the spot where the old man had been standing.

There was only a large pit about three zhang in diameter and a dark, broken arm; nothing else.

Li Minghai was stunned, looking completely bewildered. It really... worked?

Qi Yu said he would kill a second-rank official, but he didn't believe it, because it was simply a fantasy.

There are only two of us. You're a weakling who can't even kill a chicken, and I'm a third-rank martial artist, how could I possibly kill a second-rank one?

Just kidding?

But now, it seems like it's really happened!

Is this "Confused Fruit" really that powerful?