My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

The true energy on the sword blade sliced ​​through the falling raindrops, aiming for Qi Yu's neck.

Just as the longsword was about to sever Qi Yu's head, an unexpected change occurred.

Qi Yu moved, though it was only a single step forward, but it was a real movement.

But with such an ordinary step, Qi Yu appeared in front of Song Yuntao as if by teleportation.

Before Song Yuntao could react, a sharp pain shot through his left cheek, his head was buzzing, and then his whole body fell to the side.

Bang!

Song Yuntao was knocked to the ground with a punch. Qi Yu casually threw away the medicine box, then squatted down, grabbed Song Yuntao by the neck, and lifted him up.

With his left hand gripping Song Yuntao's neck, he grabbed Song Yuntao's left wrist with his right hand.

Click!

"Ughhh~"

Song Yuntao's left hand was twisted, and the bone in his elbow was even torn open and exposed.

"So you feel pain too? I thought puppets didn't feel pain. Old Wang has endured far more suffering than this. You'd better hold on!"

Song Yuntao, panting heavily, stammered, "I...I was wrong! Let me go...let me go, I know I was wrong! Qi Yu! Let me go, aren't we friends?! Ugh..."

Qi Yu ignored Song Yuntao's screams and pleas for mercy, twisting his left hand and then his right.

Qi Yu grasped Song Yuntao's right thumb and twisted it backward.

With a 'snap', his right thumb was broken off.

"Ugh..."

Qi Yu didn't want to hear that pig-like scream, so he tightened his grip on Song Yuntao's throat slightly.

Song Yuntao had difficulty even making a sound; the pain contorted his face.

As Qi Yu prepared to break off the next hand, a sense of foreboding washed over him.

Almost instinctively, Qi Yu unleashed his true energy, and a chill spread rapidly, causing the muddy ground to freeze over at an extremely fast speed.

The approaching figure was forced to retreat again, looking horrified. He was Chang Lian's bodyguard.

Is this... releasing true qi?

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Chapter Ninety-Two: First Signs of Talent

Is this... releasing true qi?

Both the guards and those observing from the shadows had this question.

Jingle bells...

The rain was still falling, but before it hit the ground, it froze into ice beads in mid-air, then fell to the ground and shattered, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Everything within a one-kilometer radius was frozen.

Qi Yu glanced at the fifth-rank guard who had launched the sneak attack, then turned to look at Song Yuntao, whom he had captured.

"No regrets, huh? Then go to the underworld and properly repent to Old Wang!"

Qi Yu's icy voice rang out; it wasn't loud, but everyone heard it.

While everyone was stunned by the discrepancy between Qi Yu's strength and the intelligence, Qi Yu held Song Yuntao's hand and slowly tightened his grip.

Song Yuntao's face flushed red, then gradually turned purplish-red, and he squinted at Qi Yu.

He was also extremely shocked, even more so than those around him.

Because he knew Qi Yu and thought he understood Qi Yu well, he confirmed that Qi Yu was indeed not a martial artist.

But the true energy that Qi Yu was releasing now clearly told him that Qi Yu was a martial artist, and a second-rank one at that.

After the shock came jealousy, envy, and then hatred!

His talent is one thing, but why is he only a second-rank martial artist, and so young at that?

I've practiced diligently for seven or eight years, but I'm still only at the ninth rank.

envy!

I was extremely jealous. Why didn't I have that kind of talent and learning?

Even though he was about to die, he was still driven mad with jealousy and wanted to kill Qi Yu.

"stop!"

A cold voice rang out, and Qi Yu turned his head slightly. The fifth-rank youth next to Chang Lian had already struck out with a palm.

The young man was very fast, but in Qi Yu's eyes, he was still a bit slow.

Qi Yu turned around, raised his hand, and struck out with a palm. The two palms met, exchanging blows with the young man.

The moment their palms met, Qi Yu frowned.

The frown wasn't because the young man was too strong; his power far exceeded expectations.

On the contrary, it was too weak; his palm strike was like that of a child.

On the contrary, the young man's expression changed drastically, and his pupils narrowed. He could clearly feel that his true energy was frozen by another, more powerful and domineering true energy the moment it came into contact with Qi Yu.

The strangest thing was that the true energy was flowing from his palm and beginning to invade his body.

If this continues, I will be completely frozen by this true energy, turning into an ice sculpture that would shatter at the slightest touch.

He tried to pull his arm back, but found that he had lost all feeling in it.

He tried to back away, but found that his palm and Qi Yu's hand were frozen together, firmly stuck, and he couldn't move back at all.

Cough cough cough...

The right arm, which had lost sensation, began to freeze into ice at a visible speed.

The young man's eyes flashed, and he drew a dagger from his waist with his left hand. He then raised it, gathered his inner energy, and stabbed it into his right arm.

laugh!

The dagger pierced the right arm, but the young man merely raised an eyebrow. Then, with a flick of his left hand, a bluish-purple arm flew high into the air, turning into a block of ice in mid-air before shattering into pieces of scarlet ice upon landing.

After severing his right arm, the young man hurriedly retreated, looking at Qi Yu in fear.

Bang!

In order to retaliate against the young man, Qi Yu slightly loosened his grip on Song Yuntao's hand, and Song Yuntao actually took advantage of this opening to break free from Qi Yu's control.

Qi Yu glanced at Song Yuntao, and with a slight thought, Song Yuntao was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture.

Song Yuntao is not dead. Why let him die so easily? What about the suffering that Lao Wang endured?

After sealing off Song Yuntao, Qi Yu looked at the fifth-rank youth with some surprise.

It's a tough decision, like a warrior cutting off his own arm!

She's quite a decisive and ruthless person!

If he were to draw his dagger and stab himself, taking himself with him, that would be acceptable.

But in the end, his entire body was frozen, just like that arm from before, and he died completely.

I might get hurt, but I definitely won't die.

Qi Yu was somewhat moved by this decisiveness.

This guy is quite talented, it's just a pity he's Chang Lian's dog!

Qi Yu raised his hand, and true energy gathered in his palm, making the surrounding temperature even lower.

The young man covered his severed arm, but no blood flowed out because the wound had been frozen.

He was still not decisive enough, he hesitated for a moment, and it was in that moment that a wisp of true energy was transmitted over.

This wisp of true energy was extremely domineering; he needed to mobilize all his true energy to resist it in order to barely stop it at the severed arm.

He admitted that he was no match for Qi Yu!

I underestimated Qi Yu, or rather, everyone underestimated Qi Yu.

Underestimating others and being arrogant will come at a price!

At other times, I probably would have turned around and run away.

But Song Yuntao is still alive; he is an important pawn in the young master's plan and cannot die here.

"Attack!" the young man shouted.

The dozen or so guards around him had turned a deep purple-red, and their lips were trembling uncontrollably.

A surge of true energy was eroding their bodies, and even their fifth and sixth-grade strength was not enough to withstand it.

The true energy within their bodies couldn't circulate at all; this cold energy could freeze their true energy!

They heard the young man's words, but they couldn't move because they were frozen stiff and their consciousness was slowly fading away.

The young man turned to look at his men, then sensed the chill in the air around him, his pupils contracting slightly.

These chilling energies carried a faint trace of true energy, which was slowly eroding his body. Unbeknownst to him, the true energy within his body had already slowed down.

Their situation is like that of a frog being slowly boiled in water!

At first, one cannot sense the true energy within the surrounding cold air; by the time one realizes it, this true energy has already invaded the internal organs.

Qi Yu looked at the young man indifferently and slowly raised his hand.

The young man's internal organs and limbs had been eroded by his own Azure Nether True Qi, and he could clearly feel the presence of that true qi.

Now, with just a thought, that true energy will freeze the youth completely from the inside out.

The young man watched as Qi Yu's hand gradually clenched, his entire body turning icy cold, truly icy cold, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Click!

A sound of something shattering echoed, and the spot where the young man had just stood was now empty, with only a patch of pale red ice shards on the ground.

A genius martial artist of the fifth rank, whose combat strength was approaching that of the third rank, is dead!

Qi Yu lowered his hand and then looked at Song Yuntao.