The head master has a new female apprentice

Chapter 389 A brute and a madman, a perfect match! (6k)

The black blade in Yama's hand emitted a piercing buzz, and countless eerie runes appeared on its blade.

"The survival rule of aristocratic families has always been to climb to the top by stepping on the corpses of their opponents!"

The blade of Yama pointed straight at them, black mist churning. "Your naiveté is utterly foolish!"

"Enough." He suddenly gave a sinister smile. "It's pointless to talk to a blockhead like you. You've wasted your time cultivating to the Spirit Severing Realm."

At this point, Yama slowly raised his long sword, and countless ghost faces emerged from the black mist. "Since you are so bloodthirsty and become more frenzied with each injury, today I will grant your wish!"

Before Yama could finish speaking, his figure had already closed in instantly.

The black blade drew a piercing arc; even before the blade arrived, its chilling aura had already carved several feet of furrows into the ground.

Zhao Muyi hastily raised his arm to block, and the battle runes burst forth with the last ray of golden light.

"clang--"

Amidst the clang of metal on metal, he was cleaved more than ten feet away, his back slamming heavily against the rock wall, blood gushing from his mouth.

"Too slow." Yama's cold voice rang in my ears.

Before Zhao Muyi could react, a sharp pain shot through his chest—three jet-black bone spurs suddenly appeared from the black mist, piercing directly through his shoulder blades and ribs.

"That feels good!" Zhao Muye grinned, his bloodstained teeth looking particularly menacing in the moonlight.

He suddenly grabbed the bone spur, used the force to spin around, and swept a whip kick toward Yama's face.

“A dying struggle.” Yama sneered, tilting his head and slamming the hilt of his sword heavily onto Zhao Muyi’s knee.

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible. Zhao Muye groaned and knelt on one knee, but still gripped the bone spur that had pierced his body tightly.

From within the black mist, the demonic mask emitted a piercing shriek, frantically devouring Zhao Muye's soul.

His vision blurred, and his battle markings faded completely, yet he still roared and threw a punch: "Again!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Yama's eyes, which then turned into ruthlessness.

The longsword suddenly burst into a ghostly blue flame, and all the runes on its blade lit up: "Since you seek death, then I'll send you on your way quickly!"

The flashing blades illuminated Zhao Muyi's blood-stained face, yet his fighting spirit remained undiminished.

At this critical moment——

"Boom!"

A bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck down, hitting the Yama Blade with pinpoint accuracy.

A violent burst of lightning ripped out, forcefully deflecting the deadly blade's trajectory.

Yama retreated several feet, his scarlet pupils suddenly contracting.

A dark figure arrived, treading on lightning, its body wreathed in raging purple electric snakes.

The newcomer was dressed in black, and his three-colored mask gleamed coldly in the lightning.

"Who are you?" Yama's voice was gloomy, and the black knife in his hand trembled slightly.

He could sense that the purple lightning contained a special Daoist charm that restrained the power of Yin and evil.

Zhou Qing did not answer, and with a wave of his hand, three more bolts of lightning struck down.

These bolts of lightning were no ordinary lightning; each one was condensed like a spear, leaving a dazzling purple streak in the air.

Yama swung his sword to block, and the collision of the black mist and lightning produced a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

"Mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm!" Sensing the combat power unleashed by the man in black, Yama's expression turned extremely ugly.

They clearly didn't expect such a formidable enemy to suddenly appear.

He was filled with regret, wishing he had acted quickly and decisively instead of wasting words with that brute.

Zhao Muyi's eyes lit up. Instead of taking the opportunity to escape, he took out a handful of pills and swallowed them whole.

The moment the medicine took effect in his body, his muscles trembled slightly, and a faint golden light flowed beneath his skin.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.

Faced with a late-stage Spirit Severing Realm expert like Yan Luo, this man in black dared to risk his mid-stage cultivation to save him.

If someone tries to escape alone in a situation like this, does he even deserve to be called a human being?
"You cowardly coward!" Yanluo glanced at Zhao Muye out of the corner of his eye and saw that Zhao Muye was not only not running away, but was also busy healing his wounds. He cursed him as an idiot in his heart.

He then looked at Zhou Qing, roared, and the runes on the black blade suddenly lit up brightly.

Nine ghostly dragons roared out from the blade, each enveloped in towering black mist, and pounced towards Zhou Qing.

A flash of lightning appeared in Zhou Qing's eyes, and his hands quickly formed a hand seal.

Lightning patterns appeared all over his body, coalescing into a shield interwoven with lightning in front of him.

With a deafening roar, the ghost dragon crashed into the lightning shield, and the violent energy surge caused the surrounding rocks to shatter.

"Nothing special," Zhou Qing said coldly, his voice coming through the mask and sounding particularly chilling.

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a broadsword formed entirely of lightning took shape in his palm, its blade crackling with dazzling purple and white lightning.

He came here only to save people, and he must not reveal his identity and implicate the Taiqing Sect.

He deliberately changed his usual sword techniques, and the power of thunder was also specially mixed with the characteristics of other martial arts. Even his usual footwork was adjusted.

Furthermore, when the group met last time, he was still at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm.

In just a few years, due to the gathering of four flowers at the top, his combat power has reached the mid-stage of the Spirit Slaying Realm.

It seems that Yama, the King of Hell, would never suspect him.

"Hurry up and leave, I can't hold out much longer!" Seeing that Zhao Muye was still recuperating, Zhou Qing seized the fleeting opportunity and quickly transmitted his voice.

Upon hearing this unfamiliar voice transmission, which had been deliberately altered, Zhao Muye looked up and then stubbornly shook his head.

"You risked your life to save me, how could I, Zhao Muye, be an ungrateful wretch who deserts his post!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qing felt a surge of emotions.

Brother, is this the time to be loyal?

You've cultivated all the way to the Spirit Severing Realm, can't you tell what's important and what's urgent?

I am only at the early stage of the Spirit Severing Realm. Although I can unleash the combat power of the middle stage, my own limited spiritual power is still there.

With you being so badly injured, am I just going to run out here to give him a free kill?
"Don't panic, brother!" Zhao Muye grinned, his fighting spirit intensifying. "My cousin has escaped and will be here soon! Then, three against one, we'll definitely kill this bastard!"

As he spoke, his muscles twitched, and the deep wounds that exposed bone began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Qing sighed helplessly, but he had to admit that although this brute was single-minded, his body's recovery ability was truly abnormal.

In just a few words, the other person's breathing had actually stabilized considerably.

"Hmph!" Yama suddenly sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in his scarlet pupils.

He clearly sensed the mental fluctuations of the two men, and the runes on the black blade in his hand suddenly lit up, like countless bloody eyes opening at the same time.

"Over the years, very few people have dared to ruin my plans when I was about to succeed."

Yama's voice suddenly turned cold and piercing, "So, you deserve to die!"

Before the last word was even finished, his figure blurred instantly.

Zhou Qing's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively dodged to the side—

With a "swoosh," the black blade grazed his mask, leaving a deep mark on the bronze mask.

Zhou Qing felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

As expected of someone who can rival the old emperor in the late stage of the Spirit Severing Realm, his combat power is far beyond that of ordinary people of the same level.

He dared not hesitate, his hands quickly forming hand seals, and lightning patterns surged all over his body.

Immediately, countless bolts of purple lightning descended from the sky, weaving into an impenetrable net of lightning within a radius of a hundred feet.

Each bolt of lightning struck Yama's vital points with pinpoint accuracy, forcing him to temporarily retreat.

Yama sneered, and the black blade suddenly flew out of his hand, transforming into a hundred-foot-long ghost dragon in the air.

The ghost dragon was entirely black, with viscous blood mist flowing between its scales, and it spewed out a highly corrosive black flame when it opened its mouth.

The lightning net collided with the black flames, producing a deafening explosion.

The shockwave ripped away rocks within a radius of a hundred feet, and Zhou Qing was forced back several steps by the shockwave, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth beneath his mask.

"You dare to meddle in other people's business with such little skill?" Yama's cold voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Zhou Qing's heart trembled violently. Before he could react, a heavy palm strike was already firmly imprinted on his back!
"Pfft—" Zhou Qing spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out like a kite with a broken string.

He forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, only to see Yama chasing after him like a shadow. The black knife had returned to his hand at some point, its tip pointing straight at his throat!
Damn!

If he hadn't concealed his identity and been unable to use many of his methods, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

The next moment, a golden light suddenly pierced through.

With a loud clang, Zhao Muye, covered in blood, stood in front of Zhou Qing, crossing his arms to take the blow.

His arms were instantly torn open, but he held on tightly to the blade.

"You're courting death!" Yama roared, and black mist surged from the blade.

Just as he was about to exert his strength, Zhou Qing suddenly appeared from behind Zhao Muye, a short sword wrapped in purple lightning appearing in his hand at some point, and thrust it straight at Yan Luo's heart!
"Swoosh—" The short sword pierced three-tenths of an inch into flesh, but was blocked by the protective black mist surrounding Yama.

Yama, in pain, retreated violently, looking down at the black blood seeping from his chest, a hint of shock and anger finally flashing in his eyes.

"Fine, very well!" He laughed in fury. "Today I'll show you what true despair is!"

Before he finished speaking, Yama opened his arms wide, and black mist surged wildly around him.

Countless distorted human faces emerged from the black mist, each emitting a silent wail.

The light in the entire canyon suddenly dimmed, as if swallowed by some invisible force.

"Yama's Realm: Eternal Night's Demise!"

In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed.

Zhou Qing felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found himself amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The ground was covered in thick blood plasma, and each step made a chilling "gurgling" sound.

Countless mutilated corpses floated all around, each one still in the posture of struggling in agony before death.

"Welcome to my Yama's Palace." Yama's voice came from all directions, but his figure could not be seen.

The floating corpses suddenly turned their heads in unison, their empty eye sockets staring straight at the two of them.

Zhao Muyi roared, his body bursting with golden light, but he was horrified to find that his skin was beginning to rot and peel off, revealing his bare white bones.

What's even more terrifying is that he couldn't feel any pain at all, as if the body had been dead for a long time.

Zhou Qingqiang tried to calm himself down, but he discovered that his hands were drying out and aging at a visible rate.

He tried to channel his lightning power, but saw streams of black energy seeping out from his seven orifices.

And then it coalesced into another "self" in front of him—a rotting corpse with a festering body and a hideous face.

“This is the real you.” The rotting corpse Zhou Qing grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a rotting shell that will rot sooner or later."

Countless fragments of memories suddenly flooded his mind: the complete annihilation of the Taiqing Sect, the tragic death of his master, and the demise of all his fellow disciples.
Every scene was so real, as if it had already happened. Zhou Qingxin was terrified, and his Dao heart was on the verge of collapse.

Countless distracting thoughts surged in like a tide, threatening to completely overwhelm him.

"Interesting!" He shook his head abruptly, and the four-colored Dao flowers in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly bloomed, with layers of Dao rhyme rippling outwards like waves.

The four-colored light flowed and suppressed all those chaotic thoughts.

"It actually gives me the same feeling as when I severed the spirit!" Zhou Qing was secretly shocked.

Not daring to be negligent, he immediately activated his cultivation technique, and wisps of golden energy seeped out from his body, cautiously probing his surroundings.

They began to focus on comprehending and analyzing the profound meaning of the late stage of the Spirit Severing Realm.

Enhancing and perfecting his own artistic conception will greatly benefit his future breakthroughs.

"Cousin?" Zhao Muyi suddenly called out in a trembling voice.

The swift's corpse was seen floating not far away, with a long, black knife stuck in its chest.

Her black hair was disheveled, and her once bright eyes were now just two bloody holes.

In the instant the two lost their composure, all the corpses suddenly emitted a piercing shriek and transformed into a black torrent that surged toward them.

Each corpse seemed to be repeating: "Stay with us. Stay here forever."

Yama's true form was finally revealed. He sat high on a throne made of skulls, his scarlet pupils filled with cruel pleasure.

"This is the true meaning of despair—to let you watch everything you care about rot and perish bit by bit!"

But only three breaths later, Zhao Muyi, whose mind was not usually so complicated, suddenly tensed up all his muscles and his eyes became bloodshot.

He shook his head violently and let out a low, beast-like growl: "Playing tricks!"

With a crisp "crack," he had actually broken off his right hand.

The excruciating pain cleared his mind, and golden light suddenly surged around his body.

The black energy that was corroding his body melted away like ice and snow when it was illuminated by the golden light.

"What kind of bullshit artistic conception is this!" Zhao Muye grinned maliciously as he wiped away the rotting flesh from his face, revealing bare white bones without caring at all.

"I have been cultivating my body for over a thousand years, and have long since turned my physical body into a weapon!"

He first glanced at Zhou Qing, who was trapped in the illusion, motionless, and being devoured by the black mist, and then hurriedly shouted.

"Hold on, brother! I'll clear a path for you right away, then you can get out of here as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he suddenly pulled out six completely black coffin nails from his storage bag.

These nails, covered in ancient runes, exude a chilling aura.

Without hesitation, Zhao Muyi pierced the nails into the acupoints on his head, chest, and limbs.

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of nails piercing flesh was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent space.

With each stab, his whole body trembled, but the originally dim battle markings brightened a little more.

As the sixth nail pierced his heart, his battle markings suddenly erupted with blinding blood light, making him look like a blood-soaked demon.

"You despicable scoundrel, today I'll show you how I break through your pathetic artistic conception!"

He slammed his fists together, causing all six nails to vibrate and emit a sickening hum.

Crimson battle patterns detached from the body and intertwined in the air to form a giant crimson axe.

Zhao Muyi's muscles shattered inch by inch, yet he laughed loudly as he swung his giant axe and cleaved fiercely into the void!

"Open it!"

Wherever the axe blade passed, space was torn open like a tattered cloth, leaving a hideous rift.

Lightning from the outside shone through the crack and fell on Zhou Qing.

At the same time, all six Burial Nails shattered simultaneously. Zhao Muye spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, but he still desperately held on to the crack: "Go, go quickly!"

"Trying to leave?" Yama's voice suddenly became sharp and piercing.

The entire crimson space began to distort violently, and countless bloody hands reached out from all directions, frantically grabbing at the two of them.

Those bloody hands were covered with hideous mouthparts, emitting a chilling "clucking" sound.

Zhao Muye roared and used his body to block most of the bloody hand.

His back was instantly torn to shreds, leaving a bloody mess, yet he still stubbornly held on to the crack: "Brother, fucking get out of here!"

At this moment, Zhou Qing also completely deciphered the essence of Yama. With just a thought, he could tear this blood-red world to shreds.

But doing so would be tantamount to declaring one's identity.

The current Taiqing Sect is no match for the retaliation of a behemoth like the Yan family.

The horrific scene of the massacre he had witnessed in the illusion was still vivid in his mind, and those bloody images forced him to act with extreme caution.

But when he looked up and saw Zhao Muye covered in blood but still desperately holding on to the crack, the corners of his mouth under the mask couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"This guy is really something you both love and hate!" Zhou Qing sighed inwardly, but a hint of warmth flashed in his eyes.

"We'll go together!" With that, he quickly made a hand seal, and the lightning patterns around his body surged, transforming into thousands of electric snakes dancing wildly.

He suddenly swung out his lightning bolt to wrap around Zhao Muye's waist, only to see Yama's black blade already before him.

"Too late!" Yama's sinister laughter exploded in my ears as the black blade slashed down with devastating power.

At the critical moment, Zhao Muye suddenly sprang up, his whole body bursting with golden light, and forcefully pushed Zhou Qing towards the crevice: "Brother, it's a pleasure to meet you before I die!"

He grinned, his teeth gleaming white against the backdrop of his mouth full of blood.

Zhou Qing's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

"boom!"

A streak of cyan sword light suddenly descended from the sky, striking the black blade precisely at its seven-inch mark.

The swift's figure flashed like a ghost, and the jade sword's blue light surged: "You two idiots! Whether you want to live or die, get out of here first!"

She made a hand seal with her left hand, and a spatial rift suddenly opened beneath the three of them.

Amidst Yama's furious roar, the three of them simultaneously plunged into the rift.

The final scene shows a cliff shattered by a black blade and the twisted face of Yama, the King of Hell.
……

"boom!"

Ten thousand miles away in the wilderness, the three of them crashed down like meteorites.

The swift staggered a few steps, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, its face turning deathly pale.

The residual force of Yama's final strike disrupted the spatial passage. If she hadn't forcibly stabilized it despite the backlash, the three of them would have already been lost in the spatial turbulence.

But the situation was critical at the time. Four powerful cultivators from the Jiuli royal family at the Spirit Slaying Realm were hot on her heels, and with the threat of Yama's fatal blow, she had no choice.

They had no choice but to take the risk and use this spatial secret technique.

Fortunately, the gamble paid off!
"Cough cough." She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and turned to look behind her.

The man in black rolled over and barely managed to steady himself, while his cousin slammed straight into the ground like an iron tower, creating a human-shaped dent in the rock.

“A brute and a madman, they’re a perfect match,” Yu Yan said coldly.

Zhao Muyi sprang up from the pit, dust flying everywhere: "My cousin is right! Brother!"

He laughed and cupped his hands in greeting, but before he could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground like a mountain.

The six coffin nails were still gushing black blood, clearly indicating that the source of the damage had been reached.

Swift's expression changed drastically, and she quickly bent down to help.

A bluish light shimmered at her fingertips as she carefully pulled out the eerie black nails.

With each one removed, Zhao Muye would twitch, and the battle markings on his body would dim slightly.

Once the last one was removed from the body, she quickly stuffed an ice-blue pill into its mouth. The pill melted upon entering the mouth, forming ice patterns that sealed the wound.

After doing all this, she turned around to thank Zhou Qing, only to see a spatial rift closing.

She paused for a moment, then shook her head and sighed softly, "He really is a strange person."

Despite saying this, she solemnly performed a monk's salute and bowed deeply in the direction where the crack disappeared.

……

"Senior Brother Zhou!"

When the spatial rift suddenly opened up under the tree, Lu Yaoyao, who was holding the old hen, jumped up in surprise.

The old hen flapped its wings, about to crow, when she was quickly covered by a hand: "Shh—"

Seeing Zhou Qing stagger out of the crack, Lu Yaoyao panicked and immediately threw the old hen away.

She rushed to Zhou Qing in three quick steps, her face pale and her voice trembling: "You...you're injured?"

Zhou Qing waved his hand: "It's just a superficial injury, nothing serious."

"It's all Yao Yao's fault, she's useless, like a burden, she can't help at all!"

Lu Yaoyao bit her lip, her eyes slightly red, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes.

Zhou Qing smiled slightly and said softly, "How about I take you home before you go too far?"

"That won't do!" The girl suddenly looked up, a stubborn glint in her eyes. "Precisely because I can't help, I need to grow up faster. One day, I'll be able to stand in front of my senior brother and protect you!"

She clenched her fists, her voice firm, "If we go back to studying behind closed doors now, when will we ever break through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm?"

Zhou Qing reached out and gently patted the top of her head, saying softly, "So, don't always underestimate yourself. In your senior brother's eyes, you've never been a burden."

His gaze softened. "It is because you are here that I dare to take a risk and do something adventurous."

Lu Yaoyao was stunned, tears still clinging to her eyelashes: "Really?"

Zhou Qing nodded solemnly: "Of course it's true. Just like this time, even though I knew there were four Spirit Severing Realm cultivators chasing Brother Zhao, I still dared to lend a helping hand."

He looked at Lu Yaoyao with gentle eyes, "Because I know that even if I am seriously injured and on the verge of death, as long as I can return here, there will definitely be someone to protect me and take me to a safe place."

Lu Yaoyao wiped away her tears forcefully, forcing a smile through her tears: "Yes! I will definitely do it!"

Her voice brightened, "Actually, I always felt like a burden, so I worked hard to cultivate, thinking that even if I could only help in the slightest way."

"Hearing you say that today, I'm so happy, so very happy," her voice choked up again, but her smile was exceptionally bright.

Zhou Qing helplessly wiped away her newly welling tears: "Why are you crying again? Let's go, I'll tell you some interesting gossip on the way."

The two left quickly.

About an incense stick's time later, Zhou Qing suddenly turned back in a hurry, pulled the old hen with its eyes rolled back from the bushes, and then left again...

Half a month later, when the two people and the chicken followed the map left by Shen Yunzhou and arrived at the center of a basin surrounded by mountains, they were so shocked by the scene before them that they were speechless.

"Is this the ancient teleportation array left here by the Imperial Alliance?" Lu Yaoyao looked up at her, her face filled with shock as she murmured to herself.

(End of this chapter)