A sense of foreboding arose in Ye Qiu’s heart.
“What happened?”
At that moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded. The dust that had been blasted away during their earlier clash unexpectedly returned to its original position.
The blood scattered throughout the air also swiftly flowed backwards, returning to An Ruochen’s body.
Immediately after, An Ruochen’s severed head reattached to his neck. The wounds from the God-Beating Whip healed in an instant.
In a flash, An Ruochen regained his former splendour. His aura surged powerfully, and his eyes gleamed like two divine lamps, captivating the soul.
“What kind of technique is this?”
Ye Qiu felt a chill run down his spine.
“Bloody hell!”
In the distance, Real Person Changmei witnessed the scene and was utterly shocked.
Fairy Baihua exclaimed in horror, “How terrifying. It is as if he can control time.”
Yun Xi’s expression grew solemn as she said gravely, “An Ruochen is using the Heaven-Mending Art!”
“The Heaven-Mending Art is the supreme divine skill of the Heaven-Mending Sect. It can reverse time and is profoundly mysterious.”
“As far as I know, only the divine son has the chance to cultivate this technique. I never expected An Ruochen to have mastered it as well. It seems the Heaven-Mending Sect is grooming him as the divine son.”
Real Person Changmei asked, “How many times can he use this technique?”
Yun Xi replied, “He can use it indefinitely.”
“What?” Real Person Changmei’s face changed. “Does that not mean that boy is now invincible?”
Yun Xi nodded, her gaze heavy with gravity.
“Is there a way to break his Heaven-Mending Art?” Real Person Changmei followed up.
Yun Xi said, “Only if one’s cultivation surpasses his.”
Hearing this, Real Person Changmei’s heart sank. He glanced at Ye Qiu and said, “That little brat is in a dire situation!”
Green่ looked anxious and said, “What are we to do?”
“Do not panic.” Fairy Baihua remained relatively composed and said, “Ye Qiu has the God-Beating Whip in hand. Even if he cannot break the Heaven-Mending Art, it will not be easy for An Ruochen to kill him.”
“If worst comes to worst, we can fight him to the death.” As Real Person Changmei spoke, he gripped the mysterious brick.
In the void.
Ye Qiu’s face was equally grave.
He could not comprehend how a man on the brink of death could return to his peak in such a short time.
“Ye Changsheng, I told you, you cannot kill me.” As An Ruochen spoke, he advanced towards Ye Qiu.
Thud!
An Ruochen’s battle intent soared to the heavens. With one step, the earth trembled and mountains shook. He seemed even more terrifying than before, like a deity emerging from ancient times.
“I never expected you to possess such a mysterious art, but no matter. Today, I will kill you.”
Ye Qiu was not intimidated by An Ruochen’s technique. Without another word, he charged forward with the God-Beating Whip in hand.
Crack!
As he lashed out, white light exploded.
An Ruochen took the full brunt of the God-Beating Whip’s strike. His head and body shattered instantly, leaving only his nascent soul floating in the air.
Ye Qiu was about to swing again when that dizzying sensation returned, and the air froze in an instant.
Then, time seemed to flow backwards.
In the blink of an eye, An Ruochen’s shattered body reassembled piece by piece. In mere seconds, his head reformed completely, and his aura restored to its previous state.
“With the Heaven-Mending Art, no matter how powerful that whip of yours is, it cannot kill me.” An Ruochen smiled, exuding unshakeable confidence.
“I refuse to believe that nonsense.”
Ye Qiu continued to lash out.
In the end, the God-Beating Whip fell like raindrops, unrelentingly.
An Ruochen’s flesh body shattered time and again, only to reform repeatedly. He suffered no true harm, while Ye Qiu grew exhausted and breathless.
“Ye Changsheng, save your strength!”
“Though that wooden whip of yours can bind me, it cannot kill me.”
“When your strength wanes, that will be my moment to strike back.”
An Ruochen’s smile did not fade. Though he was repeatedly blasted apart by Ye Qiu, he showed no fear.
He had already planned it. Once Ye Qiu’s power was depleted and he could no longer wield the God-Beating Whip, he would make his move.
That would be Ye Qiu’s end!
“Kill!”
Ye Qiu had no desire for words. At this point, slaying the enemy was all that mattered, or he would be the one in peril.
He lashed out several more times.
Seeing An Ruochen restore his body once more, Ye Qiu’s heart sank to the depths.
“This cannot continue. I must change my approach.”
“The Heaven-Mending Art is extraordinary. It reverses the flow of time to mend his body. If this goes on, as he said, I will exhaust myself.”
“I must eliminate him before my strength runs out.”
“But how can I break the Heaven-Mending Art and kill him for good?”
Ye Qiu thought rapidly and finally devised a plan.
“Crack!”
Ye Qiu lashed out with the whip, binding An Ruochen. Then, the four Universe Cauldrons descended from above, smashing towards him.
“Without your Eternal Sacred Robe, let us see how you withstand the might of a divine artefact.”
The next second, Ye Qiu’s pupils contracted sharply.
Just as the Universe Cauldrons were about to crush An Ruochen, time suddenly halted.
Afterwards, the four Universe Cauldrons retraced their attack path, returning to their original positions.
“What?”
Ye Qiu’s face paled completely. An Ruochen was like an indestructible cockroach.
“Divine artefacts are powerful, but your cultivation is too weak to kill me.”
An Ruochen laughed heartily. “Ye Changsheng, I will give you one last chance. Submit to this holy son, and I shall spare your life. Otherwise, when your strength fails, not even your bones will remain.”
“Get lost!” Ye Qiu cursed vulgarly, and the God-Beating Whip lashed down once more.
This time, he wielded the God-Beating Whip as a sword, infusing it with the Grass Sword Art, and struck out.
Whoosh!
As the whip lashed forth, a piercing sword cry rang out.
Instantly, An Ruochen’s head soared high, blood sprayed, and his body flew sideways.
Less than a second later, Ye Qiu felt dizzy, and the scene froze.
At that precise moment.
Ye Qiu sensed a stir in his left eye, followed by a sword technique emerging in his mind.
“This is the first form of the Heavenly Emperor’s Nine Swords!”
Ye Qiu glanced at An Ruochen again. The man was restoring his body, the sprayed blood dripping back into it drop by drop.
Suddenly, Ye Qiu connected it to the Heavenly Emperor’s Nine Swords. His thoughts cleared, and all prior confusion vanished in an instant.
“Ye Changsheng, accept your fate. You can never kill me, hahaha…”
An Ruochen, fully restored, burst into laughter.
“Do you truly believe that with the Heaven-Mending Art, you are immortal forever? You are far too arrogant!”
Ye Qiu lashed out with the whip, binding An Ruochen. Then, the Xuanyuan Sword flew from his eyes. He gripped the hilt and swiftly slashed forth.
“Heavenly Emperor’s Nine Swords, first formโ”
“Flow of Time and Space!”
Hum!
Golden sword light, like falling star rain, enveloped An Ruochen.
In an instant, An Ruochen’s hair turned snow white, and wrinkles crisscrossed his face.
One sword aged him a hundred years!
