The instant Qin Moyu jumped down, Shen Yebai also jumped down, but this time he was not holding a knife, but his most handy longsword.
A powerful sword aura condensed at the tip of the sword, and its devastating impact swept away the corpses in front of Qin Moyu. The corpses closest to the sword aura were even instantly annihilated, as if Moses parted the sea, clearing a path for Qin Moyu.
Qin Moyu didn't even turn his head, so naturally he didn't know how Shen Yebai, standing surrounded by the corpse monsters, became his impenetrable wall after he left.
He stood there alone with his sword, as if he were a thousand troops.
41. Chapter Forty-One: The one who killed your master for revenge, no…
"Just you?" Fen Gong had thought he would be facing both Qin Moyu and Shen Yebai, since Qin Moyu's eyes seemed to want to devour him alive, but unexpectedly, only Qin Moyu was standing in front of him.
“One is enough.” Qin Moyu raised his hand, and the Crimson Lotus Karmic Flame quietly appeared, swirling and floating around him.
"Red Lotus Karmic Fire... Are you Yu Ge?" Feeling the sudden drop in temperature around him, Fen Gong narrowed his eyes, his initial disdain turning into a much more serious expression.
"It seems like I have no grudge against you."
When Fen Gong was in Dongzhou, he specifically inquired about Yu Ge. After all, the blazing karmic fire was related to the extreme cold region. If he could capture Yu Ge, it might be a great achievement. However, because the plan was urgent, he did not investigate further. He did not expect that the other party would come to him on his own today.
"No grudge?" Qin Moyu was furious. He sneered and pulled off his hood. The moment the Red Lotus Karmic Fire disappeared, the patterns on his face also vanished.
"That night, we only met once, yet you were so relentless. Why?" Qin Moyu truly couldn't understand. He wasn't the one who stole his storage bag, so why was he being so persistent?
"So it was you." Fen Gong recognized Qin Moyu's face and immediately thought of him, since most people didn't have such outstanding looks.
Faced with Qin Moyu's questioning, he felt utterly bewildered: "I killed someone because I didn't like them, what's the reason? I've killed countless people, what difference does one more make?"
—Arrogant, conceited, and reckless, he was almost identical to the Fen Gong that Qin Moyu knew.
They can commit murder and arson simply because they don't like the look of them.
Qin Moyu clenched his right hand, and black patterns emerged from his neck, climbing up as if they were alive, instantly covering half of his face. His eyes were dark and deep, as if he were looking at a dead man: "Then go die."
His voice was as light as a feather, like the fine snowflakes that appeared due to the karmic fire of the red lotus, calm yet concealing a raging storm.
A massive crimson lotus karmic fire gathered in Qin Moyu's hand along with his surging spiritual energy. The crimson lotus karmic fire, which was originally less than the size of a palm, grew to be half a person's height. Its power and momentum were several times stronger than the one he had encountered when he met Mo Yuan. The patterns on the huge, translucent lotus petals were clearly visible. If one looked closely, one would find that they were almost identical to the patterns on Qin Moyu's face. A huge chill descended, and the remnant soul deep within Qin Moyu's soul issued a warning, flashing frantically in an attempt to stop Qin Moyu.
But Qin Moyu had already lost his mind.
Although Fen Gong was arrogant, he wasn't brainless. The Red Lotus Karmic Fire was renowned, and he wouldn't be foolish enough to directly confront it. The chilling aura emanating from the Red Lotus Karmic Fire prevented him from stopping Qin Moyu, so he could only try to find a blind spot in Qin Moyu's attack to dodge it.
But Qin Moyu had no intention of giving him a chance to dodge once he used this thing. He waved his hand upwards, and the Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire floated above the two of them, casting a huge shadow over them. The extreme low temperature made even breathing feel like a cold, painful experience.
No matter how much Qin Moyu channeled his spiritual energy, this attack still exceeded his tolerance level, and he needed to spend some time condensing the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
Once this red lotus karmic fire solidifies, no matter how powerful Fen Gong is, he will perish here.
Fen Gong, who instantly grasped the situation, actually thought it was good news.
As long as he kills Qin Moyu before the red lotus karmic fire condenses, he won't have to face it.
"You don't seem to know how to use a sword." Fen Gong grinned, gripping the longsword with both hands, the blade reflecting a cold, sharp light.
"But unfortunately, I'm very good at it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he charged towards Qin Moyu with domineering sword energy, like a cannonball, aiming to kill him with a single blow.
Qin Moyu's face turned pale as his spiritual energy continued to drain away, but he did not stop supplying it. In fact, he recklessly channeled his spiritual energy to build an earthen wall to block Fen Gong's attack.
A thick earthen wall, as thick as a fist, suddenly shot up from under Qin Moyu's feet, but under Fen Gong's sword energy, it extended outwards from where the sword tip touched, creating spider web-like cracks. The longsword easily pierced through it, and flying stones exploded outwards.
Vulnerable—
A hint of contempt flashed through Fen Gong's mind, but the sound of the longsword piercing his body that he had imagined did not come. Instead, there was...
"clang--"
The clash of weapons produced a crisp sound, but the confrontation between the weapons caused the sound to change from crisp to a teeth-grinding squeak.
What blocked his way was not the longsword Fen Gong had imagined, but a dagger.
An old, even rusty, dagger blocked Fen Gong's attack.
The intense vibration when the longsword and dagger clashed almost made Qin Moyu let go, but fortunately, he gritted his teeth and held onto the dagger, blocking the longsword horizontally.
This dagger was the one Shen Yebai bought at the Tengwang Pavilion and gave to Qin Moyu.
If Qin Moyu wanted to bid on the dagger simply because it was cool, then Shen Yebai was thinking that the materials used to forge the dagger were extraordinary, and perhaps Qin Moyu, who didn't know swordsmanship, would have another way to save his life in the future.
"Damn it!" Fen Gong looked incredulously at the fact that even the longsword he had forged with the best materials in the clan could not break this piece of scrap metal. The intense sense of shame made him suddenly increase his strength, trying to prove something.
Fen Gong's intensified attack almost made Qin Moyu lose his footing. He tried to resist Fen Gong's attack by standing with his left foot sideways under the pressure, and his foot even sank several inches into the ground, but the powerful push still made him slide backward uncontrollably, leaving a long mark on the ground.
The domineering sword energy slashed Qin Moyu's face, and the blood froze the moment it seeped out due to the cold. His long eyelashes were covered with crystal-clear ice shards, and his tied-up long hair was scattered by the wind, making him look fragile and beautiful.
Damn it! This dagger is really weird; not only can it not cut through, it actually blocked seven layers of my sword energy...
Fen Gong and Qin Moyu locked eyes and saw their own reflections in each other's eyes.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Fen Gong was not giving up. His attacks came down like a storm. Qin Moyu dodged his sword in a sorry state. Although he was covered in wounds, his eyes became brighter and brighter, because Fen Gong's attacks seemed to have lost most of their power to the dagger.
Fen Gong finally realized that Qin Moyu, with this dagger, was not someone he could defeat in a short time.
He finally began to feel afraid and had the urge to run away.