170: Goodbye Qiao Zimo

"Roar—!"

At the brink of life and death, the dormant Asura Demonic Blood within Qiao Zimo instantly boiled!

He let out a roar that was not human, and his skin instantly became covered in dark red, eerie demonic patterns. A ferocious, violent, and terrifying aura, as if from ancient desolation, erupted!

"Asura War Body, activate!"

Dark red Devilish Qi shot into the sky, condensing behind him into an eight-armed asura phantasm, three zhang tall, with a ferocious face and bulging muscles!

The phantasm's eight arms, whether fists, palms, claws, or holding illusory demonic weapons, exuded a suffocating pressure! Qiao Zimo's own aura also instantly surged, breaking through the shackles of the Void Refining Early Stage and directly approaching the Void Refinement Peak!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Qiao Zimo and the eight-armed asura phantasm behind him moved in sync, their eight arms instantly swirling into a storm of destruction!

Fist shadows, palm prints, and claw marks tore through the air, and violent Devilish Qi surged out like raging waves!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The attacks of the three Soul Transformation deacons were like hitting a copper wall and iron barrier, instantly shattered! The violent backlash of power sent the three screaming, spitting blood, and flying backward, heavily breaking ancient trees. Their aura withered, and they instantly lost their combat ability!

However, the wind blade storm from above also arrived! The Azure Feather Eagle King's attack had power far exceeding Soul Transformation!

"Hmph!" Qiao Zimo roared, and four arms of the Asura Phantasm behind him suddenly raised, weaving into a dark red demonic shield.

Clang, clang, clang, clang—!

A dense impact sound, like rain on banana leaves, rang out as cyan wind blades furiously cut into the demonic shield, sparks flying everywhere!

The shield vibrated violently, flickering erratically, and the ground beneath Qiao Zimo's feet cracked inch by inch. A trace of blood also spilled from the corner of his mouth.

A full-power strike from a Void Refining Realm demonic beast was no small matter!

He had gone all out despite being injured, and although he instantly dealt with three Soul Transformation experts, he himself fell into a passive state.

Just as the demonic shield was about to shatter, Miao Li moved!

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost. The next moment, he had already appeared behind Qiao Zimo's side!

"Desolate God Mountain Shattering Fist!"

Miao Li let out a low growl, clenching his right fist. His entire arm instantly swelled by a circle, and his skin took on a rock-like greenish-gray color. Terrifying power compressed at his fist, carrying the might of shattering mountains and splitting peaks, silently yet as fast as lightning, it blasted towards Qiao Zimo's unguarded back!

This punch, imbued with his immense Qi and blood of the Void Refinement Peak and the secret art of the Desolate God Dao, was enough to severely injure a Body Cultivator of the same cultivation class!

Qiao Zimo had just withstood the Eagle King's wind blades, his old strength depleted, and new strength not yet born. The Asura Phantasm also revealed a flaw due to its full defensive effort!

A fatal sense of crisis made his hairs stand on end!

"Not good!" He forcibly twisted his body, hastily mobilizing two arms of the Asura Phantasm to defend and block.

Boom—!!!

Miao Li's fist heavily slammed into the two crossed Asura arm shadows! It was like a meteor striking the earth!

Crack!

A teeth-grinding sound of shattering rang out! Those two Asura arm shadows, condensed from pure demonic essence, actually shattered inch by inch!

The terrifying fist force penetrated the phantasm, heavily impacting Qiao Zimo's back!

"Pfft—!"

Qiao Zimo was struck as if by a heavy hammer, spitting blood wildly. His body flew forward like a kite with a broken string, heavily crashing into an ancient tree that several people could embrace, shaking down rustling leaves.

The eight-armed asura phantasm behind him swayed violently, becoming dim and almost dissipating.

He struggled to stand up, but felt as if his internal organs had shifted, his Qi and blood churning, and his demonic essence chaotic. If he hadn't broken through to the Void Refining Early Stage and his Physical Body hadn't further strengthened, that punch just now would have probably taken his life.

"It's over, traitor!" Miao Li sneered, taking a step, closing the distance as if shrinking the ground into an inch.

The Azure Feather Eagle King also swooped down, its sharp claws, glinting with cold light, aimed directly at Qiao Zimo's crown!

The three injured deacons also struggled to get up, their eyes revealing cruelty, ready to deliver the final blow.

A trace of despair and unwillingness flashed in Qiao Zimo's eyes, but more than that, there was a sense of resolute determination.

He stared intently at Miao Li, and the remaining demonic essence in his body began to wildly reverse, preparing to activate his final trump card for a desperate struggle!

Just at this critical moment—

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, as if from the Nine Nether Abyss, yet also like it hung above the Nine Heavens, descended without warning!

Time, as if, solidified at this moment.

The swooping Azure Feather Eagle King hovered in the air, its sharp claws only three feet from Qiao Zimo's head, yet unable to advance an inch further, its keen eagle eyes filled with extreme terror.

Miao Li's charging figure was firmly pinned to the spot, his sneer frozen on his face, replaced by an incredulous horror.

The three deacons who had struggled to get up were even more like they were crushed by an invisible mountain, instantly prostrating on the ground, unable to move, even their breathing becoming incredibly difficult!

The reversing demonic essence within Qiao Zimo's body was forcibly calmed by a gentle yet irresistible force.

The entire battlefield was deathly silent.

Even the wind in the forest stopped howling.

A dark-robed figure, as if stepping down from the high heavens, appeared before Qiao Zimo, with the brilliant sun shining behind him, making it impossible to clearly see his face for a moment. His figure appeared slowly but quickly.

The newcomer was tall and slender, his dark robe spotless, his hair bound by a jade crown, his face handsome yet as cold as ten thousand years of profound ice, holding an ornately decorated sheathed longsword. It was none other than Xiao Zhuo, who had just arrived at the Boundless Green Sea!

He merely stood there, and the invisible force field emanating from him had already confined the space within a hundred zhang radius!

His indifferent gaze swept over Miao Li and the others, his eyes as if looking at a few insignificant ants.

"Touching my people?" Xiao Zhuo's voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the depths of the Divine Soul of every confined person, cold without a trace of emotion, yet containing a killing intent that could change the color of heaven and earth. "Did you ask me first?"

He gave Miao Li and the others no chance to explain or beg for mercy.

Xiao Zhuo didn't even draw his sword, merely casually raised his left hand, his five fingers pointed at Miao Li, the three deacons, and the frozen Azure Feather Eagle King in the air, and gently clenched!

As if his words were law!

"Pfft—!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, only five dull sounds, like cracked leather, ringing out simultaneously.

The horror on Miao Li's face instantly froze, and along with the three deacons behind him, their bodies were as if instantly clenched and crushed by an invisible giant hand!

Flesh and bones were compressed and annihilated in an instant, turning into four glaring crimson blood mists!

The Azure Feather Eagle King in the air couldn't even let out a cry of sorrow. Its massive body also exploded without warning, feathers, flesh, and bones ground into dust by an irresistible force, mixing with the scattered blood mist, and falling like scattered confetti.

A rich smell of blood instantly permeated the air, dyeing this vibrant green sea with the cruel colors of death.

The confinement was lifted.

Four clumps of blood mist slowly dispersed, and a few blood-stained cyan eagle feathers fell weakly to the ground.

A series of kill messages also appeared below Xiao Zhuo's field of vision.

He slowly withdrew his hand, as if merely brushing away a speck of dust.

Turning around, he looked at Qiao Zimo, who was leaning against the tree trunk, his face filled with shock and fanaticism. A faint ripple finally appeared in his cold gaze.

"Master!" Qiao Zimo struggled to kneel on one knee, his voice trembling from excitement and injuries, yet his eyes were filled with the joy of surviving a catastrophe and supreme reverence.

Xiao Zhuo frowned slightly, sending out a pure stream of energy to begin healing Qiao Zimo's shattered Physical Body.

The Zizai Tian Shu (Freedom Heaven Art), having integrated many Blood Palace arts and Divine Ability, also included healing techniques. Xiao Zhuo, at this point, could be said to have no weaknesses, and the The Way of Freedom had already begun to show its prominence.