The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 637 Death Sword
Self-destruction.

Self-harm.

suicide.

From beginning to end, Mei Qinghe's heart was filled with this inclination. Going down the mountain alone to seek revenge, disfiguring herself with a sword before sneaking into the imperial tomb at night, killing a celestial being with her sword Twenty-Three during the chaos in Yingzhou... everything she did proved this point.

The mystical and wondrous observations reflect the true nature of the holder.

【Edge bone】.

This supernatural ability is extremely special, so special that even Mei Qinghe doesn't know its function. Moreover, Li Miao has given an extremely rare and strict order, forbidding anyone from telling her the function of the [Edge Bone]... Therefore, to this day, Mei Qinghe has never used it.

Until she lost an arm.

When the long-awaited beginning of death arrived, this mystical mechanism activated on its own.

Mei Qinghe instantly understood the function of the [Edge Bone].

She was very honest, just as the foreign swordsman was honest with her.

"With bone as the edge, with death as the sharpness"—this is the essence of "E'gu" (鈷骨).

The vertebrae are the sword's edge, the skull is the sword's hilt, and the arm bones are the sword's guard.

Flesh and blood are the scabbard.

She needs to remove the sword sheath to fully unleash the power of the [Edge Bone].

In other words, she has to die first.

Only then can one draw their sword.

It wasn't near death, it was real death.

This is an extreme divine ability that no one has ever mastered before, so extreme that only the dead can wield it. Only when the limbs are removed and the blood is drained, and the flesh and blood attached to the scabbard wither and fall off, can this sword be drawn.

This sword strike cannot destroy cities, pluck stars, seize the moon, or cleave mountains.

They only kill people.

The four characters “Please appreciate” were then written.

The alien swordsman suddenly paused, sensing that Mei Qinghe had released the force that had bound him. His sword then smoothly sliced ​​through flesh, severing Mei Qinghe's throat. However, because he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he didn't sever Mei Qinghe's vertebrae; the blade simply plunged completely into her neck.

The two looked at each other.

The alien swordsman was astonished to find that Mei Qinghe was not bleeding.

Her face was as pale as paper, with bluish-black veins standing out on it. Her eyes were cloudy, her pupils unfocused, and her chest showed no sign of rising or falling—she was practically... no, she had truly become a corpse.

A moving corpse.

Clang.

Mei Qinghe released her remaining right hand, and her sword fell to the ground.

The pale right hand rested on the lower right.

The alien swordsman frowned. Although he didn't sense any danger from Mei Qinghe, he still suddenly channeled his energy, intending to cut off Mei Qinghe's head.

But before he could make a move...

Mei Qinghe's right hand then disappeared.

The alien swordsman's pupils contracted sharply, and a strong sense of alarm rose in his heart. He quickly scanned back and forth, and finally found Mei Qinghe's hand raised diagonally upwards at the edge of his vision, on the right side of his waist.

"!!!"

A strong sense of foreboding washed over him!
The [moment] was still in motion, but he couldn't see it clearly!

He couldn't see Mei Qinghe's movements clearly, and he didn't know what Mei Qinghe had just done!
Despite having a higher cultivation level and being in the [momentary] state, he completely failed to catch Mei Qinghe's movements!

Recalling Mei Qinghe's words earlier, "Use bones as blades, use death as a sharp point," he finally began to understand.

"A desperate tactic!"

"That's it! For her to be able to make such a move, the so-called [Edge Bone] is probably some kind of life-or-death technique. Her self-harming practices must be the conditions for activating this divine ability!"

In a flash, he pulled his sword from Mei Qinghe's neck and retreated swiftly!

At the same time, he wore a cold smile.

"Ha! Do you think I can't guess?!" "But even desperate measures have their limits!"

"In your attempt to unleash the full power of Xuanlan, you've reduced yourself to the point of near death. Even if I do nothing, you won't survive more than a few breaths. And in your current state, you simply don't have the strength to unleash a second sword strike!"

"And you couldn't even hurt me!"

The alien swordsman was inherently petty, especially fond of disrupting his opponent's composure during combat to gain victory. He was already used to this tactic, so his verbal taunts did not hinder his movements at all; he was ultimately wary of whether Mei Qinghe could unleash a second sword move that he could not see clearly.

He dodged and retreated.

As a swordsman, and the most suitable swordsman for dueling among all swordsmen in the world at this time, he was naturally extremely skilled at advancing and retreating within a short distance. His figure blurred for a moment, leaving a trail of afterimages.

But it's just taking a step back.

He then lost control of his lower body.

It was as if his movement was about to be perfectly severed, but the balance between the flesh and nerves that were still connected because the cut was too thin was broken—he was lightly cut in two in mid-air.

His lower and upper body tumbled and flew in different directions, splashing large amounts of blood as he rolled.

Before he could finish his next sentence, he lost his voice in mid-air.

The old Wudang Taoist priest took everything in, his face filled with horror. The Tai Chi force that had been firmly binding You Zi'ang involuntarily loosened. Taking advantage of the opportunity, You Zi'ang flashed out and appeared in front of Mei Qinghe in a flash, reaching out to throw her on his back to escape.

Just as he reached out his hand, he heard Mei Qinghe whisper something.

"I'm going to die, don't worry about me."

"Let's go find the commander."

The traveler's eyes were wide open, as if about to burst.

He knew the function and activation conditions of the [E'gu] technique, and naturally knew that Mei Qinghe was not lying. The extreme power of this mysterious and wondrous technique was astonishing even to Li Miao. It could be said that from the moment this technique was activated, apart from a very few methods that could save Mei Qinghe's life within a few breaths, Mei Qinghe would undoubtedly die.

This was also the content of his initial brief argument with Mei Qinghe.

He felt he was not worthy of Mei Qinghe risking her life to pave the way for him.

He couldn't dissuade Mei Qinghe back then... so now, he can't abandon Mei Qinghe and run for his own life!

He stubbornly pulled Mei Qinghe up and turned to run away.

He had only darted a dozen or so feet when he heard the old Taoist's sigh behind him.

"I see... such extreme supernatural phenomena."

“Truly terrifying.”

"Even among the celestial beings under the command of the Eternal Heaven, none could withstand this sword strike."

"But... your sword can only kill one person, while I am still alive."

Before he could finish speaking, You Zi'ang felt a weight on his back.

"let go."

Mei Qinghe's voice was barely audible.

You Zi'ang knew that the old Wudang Taoist's Tai Chi strength had caught Mei Qinghe.

He only has two choices.

He abandoned Mei Qinghe and fled for his life.

And there's someone who died here with Mei Qinghe.

"I won't let it go!"

You Zi'ang roared angrily, turned around and slashed with Madam Xu's sword, severing the Tai Chi force, and continued to flee. But in that brief moment of delay, the old Wudang Taoist had already halved the distance.

Mei Qinghe was already exhausted, but she managed to open her mouth, still trying to speak.

But then they heard You Zi'ang roar angrily.

"The commander won't let me abandon you!"

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard has no such rule!"

"Either we go together to see the commander, or we die here together!"

(End of this chapter)