Chapter 165: Battling Daoist Xian
Translator: Tim Editor: – –
If Hu Qiu’s whips were an onslaught of whip shadows, then Daoist Xian’s whip was a screen of whips. It sealed Ye Mo’s front, back, and sides, and brought a strong oppressive feeling. Comparatively, Hu Qiu’s whips were child’s play.
Ye Mo was sure that if he were still Stage Two Chi Gathering, he would have met his end. This person’s whip was too strong; he truly cultivated inner qi, on par with Ye Mo’s chi. Except for Ye Mo’s identity as a spirit chi cultivator and his ability to use magic, he was inferior to Daoist Xian in other aspects.
This was because Daoist Xian hadn’t reached his full potential. Ye Mo estimated that even he would be no match for Daoist Xian after he progressed.
If Ye Mo weren’t a cultivator, he could fight Daoist Xian in close range; however, as a cultivator, fighting Daoist Xian at close range would play to his opponent’s strength.
Ye Mo’s chi-surged fists unleashed tens of strikes. The fist winds struck the screen of whips, creating cracking sounds. Daoist Xian took a few steps back, looking at Ye Mo in shock. He hadn’t expected Ye Mo to stop his chi-imbued whips with just his fists.
The young man looked only to be in his twenties; even if he’d started training in his mother’s womb, he couldn’t be a match for him.
Ye Mo struck back, also taking a few steps back. This Daoist Xian wasn’t easy, but Ye Mo didn’t dare use Wind Blade and fireball yet. He could only look for his chance to use Wind Blade; if he failed, Daoist Xian would be wary. He wouldn’t even consider fireball, as it would waste his chi. With this Daoist’s agility, there was no way his fireball could land.
The fireball’s weakness was exposed in this battle. If Ye Mo were in Foundation Establishment, he could casually use fireballs, and perhaps this Daoist Xian would be gone with one. However, he was only Stage 3 Chi Gathering. Perhaps before he could even use a second fireball, that whip would arrive.
Daoist Xian’s experience made it easy for him to see the fireball’s weakness.
“Young man, you’re very good. No wonder my two disciples died to you. But if that’s all you’ve got, then don’t even bother asking about the hidden sects. Go die with my two disciples.” Then, without waiting for Ye Mo to catch his breath, Daoist Xian’s whip turned into a black shadow striking towards Ye Mo’s waist.
Ye Mo struck away Daoist Xian’s whip, his hand hurting. He knew this whip wasn’t made from ordinary material. As he expected, Daoist Xian’s whip came from a weapon-making sect; it was an attacking magical artifact.
Looking at Daoist Xian’s looming whip, Ye Mo frowned. He thought he should acquire a weapon. He was fine against ordinary people, but against this Daoist or someone similar, he was at a disadvantage.
Bang! Bang! Ye Mo’s fists struck the whip.
Although his spirit sense was strong, Daoist Xian’s movements were extremely rapid. As soon as Ye Mo sensed where the whip would strike, it arrived.
Seeing Ye Mo deflect his whip a second time, Daoist Xian sneered. He saw Ye Mo’s disadvantage and didn’t believe Ye Mo had more inner chi than his decades of training.
When Daoist Xian’s second whip was stopped, he didn’t pull it back. The whip turned in mid-air and attacked a third time. To Ye Mo, it seemed like one whip shadow, but luckily he had spirit sense. Although its use was minimal fighting Daoist Xian, it still helped.
Before the whip hit Ye Mo, he felt a searing sensation. His spirit sense revealed the whip was thicker than the others.
Ye Mo immediately knew this was Daoist Xian’s killing blow and focused.
The whip’s center of weight wasn’t in the middle, but at the handle. If he attacked the middle like before, he’d be helping Daoist Xian. It would be like fighting himself and Daoist Xian.
Ye Mo’s eyes grew cold; Daoist Xian was sinister. Without spirit sense, he would have fallen into the trap. Hit by such a powerful whip, he couldn’t imagine how he’d defend against the next attack.
Luckily, though a Dao Cultivator, he hadn’t abandoned his martial arts; he could even infuse his qi into them. Otherwise, he would have lost with only Stage 3 chi gathering.
When the searing whip came, Ye Mo suddenly struck his fist toward the middle of the whip. Daoist Xian’s eyes were filled with joy; contempt touched his lips. No matter how strong Ye Mo was, he was still going to lose.
But suddenly, something felt wrong. Although Ye Mo struck his whip, he felt nothing. Or rather, Ye Mo’s hand hadn’t even touched his whip. What was this?
Daoist Xian couldn’t believe Ye Mo could sense his whip’s force. He was almost Earth Level; not even an Earth Level fighter could be sure, so how could Ye Mo see it?
What shocked him more happened next: Ye Mo disappeared into thin air.
Daoist Xian was confident in his whip. He’d sealed Ye Mo’s escape routes, forcing a clash, so how could Ye Mo disappear?
Immediately, Daoist Xian found Ye Mo. He seemed invisible, but Ye Mo couldn’t hide his inner qi waves.
That moment of hesitation slowed Daoist Xian’s whip, and Ye Mo grabbed the handle.
“Suicidal,” Daoist Xian sneered. He didn’t know how Ye Mo found out, but grabbing the handle was suicide.
Just as Daoist Xian was about to use more inner qi and kick Ye Mo, he felt coldness. Amidst the heat of his whip, a sudden gust of cold made him shiver.
He’d fought countless people and knew that any bad premonition could be fatal. Daoist Xian was careful and could no longer care about Ye Mo. He wanted to retreat.
But immediately, his legs felt cold.
Not good! Daoist Xian knew he’d been struck by something. What was it? Even he couldn’t notice it! He couldn’t block ordinary projectiles, but he could still feel them. However, this projectile was unnoticeable. He only felt coldness on his leg.
Drop! Daoist Xian lost his balance and fell. His heart shivered as he saw both his legs, severed by something sharp, fall far away.
Under shock and anger, Daoist Xian’s hand loosened, and his whip fell into Ye Mo’s hands.
Ye Mo carefully examined the whip. It was indeed good; the materials were excellent, and he couldn’t identify them.
Daoist Xian quickly stopped the bleeding. Even now, he didn’t know what Ye Mo used to cut off his legs.
Ye Mo looked at his hand, a layer of skin peeled off, blood seeping out. He casually put away the whip, looked at Daoist Xian, and said, “You’re very strong, my strongest opponent. You’re not the one who injured me the most, but you’re not bad.”
“What projectile did you use? And where did you put the whip?” Daoist Xian had regained his composure.
Ye Mo sneered. “You still care about that? Let’s talk about where you planted my Silver Heart Grass, so I won’t get angry.”
Daoist Xian hadn’t expected that despite having the upper hand, his legs were severed in an instant, leaving him vulnerable.
Daoist Xian had regained his calm and knew he was helpless.
After staying silent, he calmly said, “If I’d jumped or taken back the whip, your projectile wouldn’t have reached me?”
Ye Mo smiled plainly. “Indeed, I wouldn’t have hit you.”
“Then why didn’t you hit my arms? Even if I took back the whip, wouldn’t you have a better chance of cutting off my hands?” Daoist Xian regretted it. He hadn’t thought the frosty wind would be so frightening. If Ye Mo had hit his arms, he’d have lost an arm, but he’d likely have survived.
“Because I didn’t want you to escape; as long as you couldn’t move, it’d be easier to kill you.” Ye Mo hadn’t expected his Wind Blade to cut off Daoist Xian’s legs. He’d only wanted to injure his legs so his fireball would be effective. He hadn’t expected Daoist Xian to not block the Wind Blade with his whip.
Then, Ye Mo used a fireball, striking Daoist Xian’s broken legs. Under the fire, they turned to nothingness.
Seeing Ye Mo use a fireball so easily, Daoist Xian’s face was filled with terror, greater than the terror of death. After a moment, he said, “Just who are you?”