Only then did Qing Chen see the Flying Head Demon’s Face[-] clearly. The pretty Face[-] of a young woman was distorted by an enlarged skull and bulging muscles, making it look exceptionally ferocious.
"Holy shit!" Qing Chen was startled by the sudden appearance of the ugly Face[-]. He turned around and pulled Shendai Yunzhi and the others backward.
But after only a couple of steps, Qing Chen suddenly saw
twelve Flying Head Demons, each with a different appearance, yet all as ferocious as demons. Their faces were streaked with purple, dried blood tears, as if the souls of women were imprisoned within.
They dragged long, messy hair adorned with brightly colored red and green ribbons, like richly dressed ladies at a banquet.
But those ribbons now looked like soul-calling banners.
This was a true hell on earth!
He looked at the increasingly close, ferocious faces of the women, their pain and struggle visible.
Their expressions pleaded for relief.
Qing Chen sighed.No more running.
I don’t want to run anymore!
Qing Chen suddenly stopped and turned, taking a deep breath.
On the pale snowfield, the courageous youth stood as if in a monochrome landscape painting with boundless white space.
Then, he raised his head and forcefully exhaled a cloud of air toward his opponents.
Regardless of your number, you are all within the range of this breath!
In an instant, the snowflakes drifting obliquely toward the youth were blown back by this cloud of air!
Countless sharp snowflakes "washed" the faces of the twelve Flying Head Demons, washing away their skin and hair, revealing the skeletal structures beneath their horrific visages.
The reversed snow did not fall to the ground but soared into the sky!
The flying snow, the remnants of the washed-away ribbons, the severed blood—it was like a sudden bloom of dark fireworks.
The sound of phoenix flutes!
The brilliance of jade cups!
A night of dragon and fish dances!
One day, this breath of air could rival Li Yunjing's Star-Plucking Hand!
But not yet. Qing Chen is only B-Class. He must use all his means to barely kill an A-Class Yin-Yang Master’s Shikigami.
Even though the twelve Flying Head Demons were washed into skeletons by countless blades, with countless cracks on their bones, they still relentlessly gnawed with their fangs.
Qing Chen controlled Shendai Yunzhi and the others, forming a triangle with him at the center.
The twelve Flying Head Demons completely ignored Shendai Yunzhi and Takahashi Izumi on either side, charging straight for Qing Chen!
Qing Chen felt a sense of calm.
Qing Chen manipulated the two Marionettes to move back and forth, with himself as the axis and the Marionettes as the brushes.
He used the last of his Knight True Qi, using transparent silk threads as blades to
cut!
"Rest in peace."
The twelve Flying Head Demons fell into the net woven by Qing Chen, and the moment they flew before Qing Chen, he forcefully brought his hands together.
The sound of cracking bones echoed.
The silk threads connecting him and the two Marionettes brutally shredded the Flying Head Demons within the net.
Qing Chen stood there, breathing heavily, watching the pile of bones turn into a stream of light and fly away.
He sighed again. Even if he killed these Flying Head Demons, the twelve imprisoned women would likely never be freed.
Killing an A-Class Shikigami as a B-Class, even if it was a Shikigami, was astonishing.
Below A-Class, Qing Chen could perhaps ignore any opponent.
But at that moment, Qing Chen sensed something was wrong and abruptly turned!
Too late!
The Flying Head Demons were merely a feint; the real attack was from behind!
When he turned, a gigantic white tiger with a single horn pounced. Its limbs were bulging with muscles, and its bloody mouth could almost swallow a whole person!
This white tiger could tread silently on the snow, leaving no collapse of the snow in its wake.
ATS062 Shikigami, White Ze!
The White Ze leaped high from five meters away, pouncing on Qing Chen with absolute ferocity.
Qing Chen had no Knight True Qi left and couldn't even use the silk threads.
He held the Black Sniper to his chest, calmly pulling the trigger: eyes! heart! neck!
In the snowstorm, the youth's pupils suddenly narrowed, and the flame patterns on his cheeks suddenly spread!
The world didn't seem to slow down; his calculation ability was faster!
The White Ze's pouncing speed seemed slower and slower to him, and he pulled the trigger in slow motion.
He even felt like he could see the trajectory of each of the clear yellow bullets with his eyes.
The bullets hit the White Ze, but even though they had entered its body, they did not hinder its ferocious attack.
Qing Chen pulled Takahashi Izumi in front of him.
He leaned backward.
The behemoth tore Takahashi Izumi to pieces mid-air, and as it flew over Qing Chen’s head, its paw swiped down, leaving five deep gouges in his left chest.
Almost breaking his collarbone!
Qing Chen stood up and backed away, blood continuously flowing down his clothes, dyeing the snow crimson.
The one-eyed White Ze slowly paced on the snow, eyeing him warily, seemingly wanting to wait for Qing Chen to bleed more before attacking.
Blood loss was rapid, Knight True Qi was exhausted, and the Black Sniper was ineffective against an A-Class Shikigami's speed.
Qing Chen smiled wryly. Was he going to die?
Transmigration was like a dream.
He had seen the sunrise on Qingshan Cliff.
He had seen giant wolves on the black seas of Greenland.
He had seen the blade-like ridge above the Hida Mountains.
He had seen the dazzling neon lights.
It seemed like yesterday when someone told him to climb a mountain, see snow, and chase a dream.
It was a pity that he hadn’t reached the end of the longest path among all the shortcuts in this world.
Qing Chen no longer used the Black Sniper but his eyes glowed golden.
Brilliant light!
Death is terrifying.
But for some reason, Qing Chen felt that every fear made him excited!
Even if it was mutual destruction, it was nothing.
Please, scatter with the thunder!
Powerful electricity burst from the youth's body, even with a sizzling sound.
The ocean deep within his life began to have a vortex, and his blood gradually boiled.
Qing Chen was going to overdraw all his potential and die honorably here!
Suddenly, the world was silent.
"Eh?"
This questioning sound came from nowhere.
It was like questioning Qing Chen's awakening, or lamenting that in generation after generation of Knights, not only was there a resurgence in this generation, but there was also the existence of "transferring Knights."
The person who came hadn't expected that Qing Chen would be able to awaken after becoming a Knight!
At this moment, someone gently walked past Qing Chen, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Don't worry, your master is here."
Qing Chen suddenly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the back of the person who had just passed him, as vast as a mountain, as broad as the sea.
Since the beginning of this transmigration, the youth had been looking forward to this.
He had Daybreak members pass on the message, but he wasn't sure where his master was or if he could arrive in time.
And now.
This master, who had said, "I'll only take you a thousand miles, and I won't interfere with the wind, snow, sunshine beyond that," had really come.
The next moment, the White Ze leaped up and pounced toward Qing Chen, but Li Shutong lightly leaped, falling like a thousand-weight mountain and smashing onto the White Ze's head!
With a loud bang, the leaping White Ze was hit preemptively in mid-air and was forcibly crushed into the snow and mud!
Snow splattered like a waterfall, and the ground cracked like a spiderweb.
The speed of this Demi-God was unprecedented in Qing Chen's life. He only felt that his master's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight, and when it reappeared, it was already on top of the White Ze!
Seeing that the White Ze wasn't dead yet, Li Shutong lightning-fast grabbed it by the neck, lifted it up, and then slammed it down to the ground fiercely.
Another deafening boom. Qing Chen felt that after this fall, the entire mountain range seemed to tremble.
"Not dead yet?" Li Shutong was curiously interested.
At this time, the white tiger turned over and stood up, waving its thick paws toward Li Shutong.
The middle-aged man, with an unknown great power, lightly slapped the white tiger in the Face[-], again preemptively.
With a loud bang, the three-meter-long white tiger was sent flying into the air and crashed into the snow-covered mountain dozens of meters away.
The white tiger was like a painting, slowly falling against the mountainside in a way that defied the laws of physics.
Hitting someone like hanging a picture!
Again, hitting someone like hanging a picture!
Qing Chen knew that the white tiger's bones were probably all shattered. Before Li Shutong, this A-Class Shikigami was no different from the bandits in the wild.
At this time, the mountain range buzzed under the unbearable weight, and the snow on the mountain collapsed, covering the white tiger.
Where the white tiger collided with the mountain range, countless pieces of a huge rock shattered, and the remaining force of the blow penetrated into the stone!
This time, the white tiger didn’t stand up again but turned into a stream of light and flew away.
Light and casual.
This is the power of a Demi-God martial artist. One blow disabled an A-Class Shikigami, and even the mountain range didn’t want to bear such power.
Even now, Qing Chen's heart was still unsettled. He had originally thought that A-Class was merely slightly better than B-Class in physique, and Demi-Gods were slightly superior to A-Class.
But he didn't expect that the peak of martial arts could achieve a speed that was difficult to capture even with the naked eye!
In the past, Qing Chen had always thought that Knights had simpler techniques than other cultivators.
For example, the Hu Family Intelligence Agency’s inheritance eventually results in twenty-four jade swords, extremely powerful.
Compared to this, are Knight Demi-Gods somewhat weak, relying only on group fights to win?
But at this moment, he understood why no one in the world wanted to fight a Knight Demi-God one-on-one.
Li Shutong said calmly to the snowfield, "Hiding from me for so long, hiding in your Shendai family's Spiritual Bridge, never daring to come out. Now you capture my disciple, it seems your courage has grown. Since you've come, let's fight, and then rest in peace."
This voice, though not loud, echoed far across the snowfield, like the vast bell of a temple at dusk.
Hearing it brought a feeling of inner peace.
Li Shutong slowly turned around and smiled at Qing Chen, "See? This is a Knight."
Qing Chen suddenly laughed with tears in his eyes. He remembered what he had said on the phone to Shinguji Maki in Hokkaido that morning.
Don't worry, my master also has a master.
Li Shutong had finally arrived.