Ze Tian Ji

Chapter 653 – Journeying Back and Forth Across Ten Thousand Li Requires Only a Breath

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The sword rose, the sword fell, snow and wind exploded.

Han Qing’s sword was like the snowy plains immersed in winter, intruding into the starlight with an incredibly harsh chill.

In a symphony of shattering, the innumerable stars were cut through and then cut to pieces.

Those stars were not real, only the condensation of starlight. Although cut apart by the snowstorm of Han Qing’s sword, they did not truly crumble and fall, but became countless shards reflecting the starlight.

In the night sky in front of the Divine Path, countless trails of shooting stars appeared. At the very front of every one of those trails was an extremely tiny shard of starlight.

The canals on the stone plain were also filled with innumerable tails of starlight, making them seem very beautiful.

Those numerous and close shooting stars passed through the fierce blizzard and fell on Han Qing’s body.

Papapapa, like a sudden rain, like a sandstorm beating against a tent, countless tiny cuts were instantly made on the surface of the ancient armor.

The dust in the chinks of the armor was jolted off. The rust on its surface was gradually peeled off by the starlight shards, and a dark red color could faintly be seen.

”Useless coward!”

Seeing Guan Xingke using his starlight to enter the snowstorm and take dominance over the stage, Wuqiong Bi could no longer wait for her husband to move. After giving a rebuke brimming with resentment, she charged over.

Following behind her figure were violent waves several hundred zhang tall, the icy cold water of the ocean carrying the deathly aura of silent extinction to the base of the Divine Path.

In a battle of the Divine Domain, obtaining victory meant that no quarter could be given. With her first attack, she used her strongest technique!

Rumble! The sound of tempestuous waves thundering down arose from the Mausoleum of Books. Endless waves of blue-green smacked down at Han Qing.

There was no change on Han Qing’s elderly face. He seemed just like an old tree stump that had been cut down several hundred years ago.

The look in his eyes also did not change, just like an old well that had already been dried up for several hundred years.

Facing the joint attack formed from the most powerful techniques of these two supreme techniques, he still raised his sword and straightforwardly chopped forward.

His sword came from the snowy plains of the north, frigid and bleak to the absolute.

The blizzard howled, wanting to swallow up those tiny shooting stars, to freeze those thousands of violent waves.

Would he be able to do it?

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The world in front of the Mausoleum of Books’s Divine Path was divided by three masterly Qis, creating three miraculous scenes.

In the three parts of the night sky, one was filled with shooting stars, one was a blizzard, and the last was covered in mighty waves.

In the distance, there was a small red flower in the blizzard, amongst the stars, flickering in and out of the waves, as gaily-colored as ever.

Countless snowflakes descended, freezing the waters in the canal, which were then shattered once more by the tiny shooting stars. Immediately after, deathly waters carrying an aura of silent extinction swept through.

Han Qing’s armor was completely cleared of rust by the shooting stars, then washed to a shine by the endless waves.

The surface of the armor reflected the extremely complicated lights resulting from the starlight mixing with the sea water, painting the night sky above the Mausoleum of Books with a gloomy color.

With two muffled claps, the traces of a horsetail whisk were left on the shining chest plate of the armor, by its side a carving like that of a star. They were both around an inch deep, almost piercing straight through the armor.

Blood slowly began to seep out of the chinks in the armor, then was instantly frozen into bloody flowers akin to coral.

When simultaneously facing the most powerful attacks of two experts of the Divine Domain, no matter how profound Han Qing’s cultivation, he was still at a disadvantage and was soon in a dangerous situation.

Yet behind the blizzard, in the depths of the stars, and high over the waves, the red flower still noiselessly swayed, clearly with no intent of participating in the battle.

Bie Yanghong suddenly raised his head up to the peak of the Mausoleum of Books.

A tinge of astonishment appeared in his serene and clear eyes.