Stranger Danger-Chapter 1259: Surround

The elbow that was a punch was unstoppable. The mist saber was about an inch away from Ye Qing’s neck when it shook violently all of a sudden and could not move even an inch further.

The figure themselves scattered as if they could not bear the unparalleled momentum of the elbow strike.

However, the scattering figure abruptly returned to normal in the next instant. Then, they swung again.

The descending saber was equal to tens of thousands of descending sabers. They were fast like the wind, rapid like the rain, fierce like thunder, and soundless like silence.

If Ye Qing’s punch-like elbow strike was a waterfall of unstoppable force, then the countless sabers were hidden needles within an unassuming piece of silk.

Neither hardness nor forcefulness lasted forever. While Ye Qing’s elbow strike was hard and forceful like no other, it could not possibly block the unending downpour of sabers completely. Some managed to slip past the waterfall of force and strike Ye Qing squarely on the body.

Not only that, the few saber forces that hit him abruptly transformed into thousands and thousands of saber. Their saber intent seemed infinite and endless.

So long as even one saber remained, the sabers were infinite, and the intent was undying.

Ye Qing staggered backward as the dark yellow light surrounding his person flickered erratically. The gondola underneath his feet were cut into millions of pieces as well[1].

When Ye Qing landed on the water, a woman was floating in the air and carrying an old qin.

Moonlight and frost forming her garments, the woman looked divine and gorgeous like no other. The next moment, she lightly stroked the strings and played a sweet, melodious tune.

Contrary to the hopeful sound of the melody, Ye Qing abruptly found himself unable to see, hear, speak, smell, touch, or even sense with his spirit.

It was as if a celestial had robbed the mortal of their six senses with their melody.

While Ye Qing’s six senses were stripped, a man quickly ran across the waters and straight toward him, kicking up tremendous splashes in the process.

When the man was a hundred steps away from Ye Qing, he clenched his fist and summoned a cyclone of demonic qi. It transformed into a demon god that was hundreds of meters tall.

The man threw a punch, and so did the demon god. It broke the sky and shattered the river.

BOOM!

Like a puny ant, Ye Qing was sent flying by the demon god. Such was the impact that it left a long, deep scar on the river that refused to fade even after a long time later. It looked as if someone had cleaved the entire Red Moon River in half.

The second Ye Qing caught himself, the river water behind his back rose hundreds of meters into the sky. It transformed into an eighteenth rank lotus platform where a one-armed Arhat stood one-footed at the top. The arhat then made a life-killing mudra and brought his hand down on Ye Qing.

Buddhist sounds deafened the world, and benevolence vanished.

Buddhas possessed rage as well. Sometimes, killing was good.

THANG!

The Buddhist seal struck Ye Qing squarely on the head, causing a deafening clang that sounded like a large bell being struck. The dark yellow light surrounding Ye Qing turned dim as the river water beneath his feet depressed and kicked up massive waves that washed out in every direction.

The rampaging force instantly transformed the space within hundreds of meters of him into vacuum. The surrounding waters were unable to approach despite repeated attempts.

It still wasn’t over though. A black dot suddenly appeared from the flawless moon in the sky, and it was growing bigger by the second. It was a person.

The person opened their mouth and spat out a pellet. The pellet was only as big as a fingertip, but when cold, unrivaled sword qi burst out of it as soon as it emerged. Such was its power that it blotted out even the moon in the sky.

It was a sword pellet. A sword pellet was shaped like a pellet and sharp like a sword. It was a martial art the sword practitioners of the old used to practice. Instead of relying on a physical sword, they created and wielded formless sword pellet instead. It was similar to a Taoist cultivating a golden pellet. “A golden pellet in my stomach, and my life is ruled by the heavens no longer.” In this sense, the sword pellet functioned the exact same way to a sword practitioner.

By condensing countless wisps of sword intent and nurturing it in one’s body, one could create a sword pellet that was sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, soft enough to wrap round and round around a finger, chill the air like a thousand autumns, and blot the sky of all nine provinces. In short, it possessed immeasurable power.

That was why the sword pellet caused such a spectacle as it flew toward Ye Qing. The storm of sword qi did not scatter into the surroundings wastefully, however. Instead, they merged into a formless sword and struck Ye Qing on the forehead.

Pssh!

There was a soft sound like cut fabric, and Ye Qing’s forehead split open a little. At the same time, a single drop of flawless, dark yellow blood dripped out of the wound.

The next moment, it was like the sun had risen from the east. Grandiose, forceful, blazing, and violent light burst out of the blood and evaporated most of the river water within tens of kilometers of Ye qing in an instant.

The light annihilated the sky of sword qi and darkened the sword pellet.

The light twisted and crushed the eighteenth rank lotus platform and vanished the arhat.

The light pushed back the titanic demon god and made it cower like an animal.

The light snapped all of the strings of the qin at once and cut the divine yet debilitating melody short.

The light revealed the figure hiding in the shadow and made them writhe like a worm.

Unfortunately, a mirror suddenly appeared underneath the figure, and the figure fell right through it. When they reappeared, they were kilometers away from their original position.

The clash from the start until the end sounded long in writing, but it really took five breaths at most.

It was an unbelievably dangerous five breaths where even the slightest mistake could have resulted in Ye Qing’s incapacitation and possible death though.

“Greetings, Shadow, Qin Princess, Fist Demon, One-armed Buddha, and One Sword of Westwind Inn.”

A moment later, the intense light surrounding Ye Qing faded, and he became visible once more.

Right now, Ye Qing was giving off a violent, scorching aura. The single bead of red on his forehead looked like a bindi, conspicuous and impossible to look away from. A deeper inspection would reveal that a small yet frigid storm of sword qi was preventing the wound from healing.

Ye Qing did not seem to care though. He simply swept his gaze across the six warriors surrounding him with playful yet cruel eyes before focusing on one person in particular. “And you... You’re Thousand Change, aren’t you?”

Shadow was the shadowy figure who jumped out of Ye Qing’s shadow and unleashed innumerable sabers in an instant.

Shadow possessed the power to become one with yin, yang, and darkness. It allowed them to hide themselves and become invisible to most detection. A saber expert, his ultimate technique was a saber technique called, “Hundred Shadow Killer”. It allowed him to unleash thousands of thousands of sabers in an instant.

Qin Princess was the gorgeous woman playing the qin just now.

Although Qin Princess was a killer of Westwind Inn, she rarely killed people with her own two hands. It wasn’t because her martial proficiency was lacking, but simply because she was a woman. A very beautiful woman.

A woman’s greatest weapon had never been martial arts. It was her beauty.

Martial arts could kill one, ten, a hundred people in an instant. But beauty? Beauty could ruin an entire country given the right circumstances.

That was why Qin Princess rarely took a target’s life herself. Instead, she used her beauty to seduce others into doing her dirty work.

Although she preferred to kill through indirect methods, it did not mean that Qin Princess was weak in martial art or cultivation. On the contrary, Qin Princess was a Great Trueman, and her main cultivation art was the extraordinary, “Nine Melodies of Mind Taking”.

The “Nine Melodies of Mind Taking” was a martial art that killed via the use of music. Its ultimate technique, “Robbing The Six Senses”, did exactly what its name stated. It robbed one of their six senses and turned them into helpless sacks of flesh that could do nothing but flop on the chopping board.

That was why Ye Qing had suddenly lost his six senses earlier.

Fist Demon was the guy who summoned the demon god and sent Ye Qing flying in one punch earlier.

Fist Demon was a body-tempering Great Grandmaster. A fist expert, his “Hundred Steps Demon Punch” allowed him to punch like a demon god in a hundred steps. It was quite the potent martial art.

1. Welp, there’s no returning this item. ☜