Chapter 745: Snowfall
The Owner stared intently at the Face Wrecker in Madam Qi’s hand, clearly surprised by the smoking pipe’s resilience, but even more so by Madam Qi’s true essence. If it were only the rod itself, the Owner’s overwhelming force might have snapped it without issue, yet with Madam Qi’s infused true essence, it was no longer that simple. As the saying goes, even grass, wood, bamboo, or stone could be used as a sword. What made it a sword was the wielder’s sword intention.
At this moment, Madam Qi began to voraciously absorb the elemental energy surrounding her, converting it into her own true essence to create an unceasing and inexhaustible flow.
Manly Immortals had the advantage of having an incomparably powerful body and overflowing blood qi. Yet Earthly Immortals, ranked above Manly Immortals in the hierarchy of Heavenly, Earthly, Godly, Manly, and Ghostly Immortals, possessed their own strengths. They could draw on and transform elemental energy into their own, which was the core of the Fusion Realm. When two Earthly Immortals clashed, the difference was less obvious, but against a Manly Immortal, the absence of competition for energy allowed the Earthly Immortal to fully exploit their strengths.
Though Madam Qi was a Banished Immortal, the Heavenly and Earthly Immortal lineages shared much in common.
Moments later, Madam Qi shifted from defense to offense, wielding her smoking pipe like a sword and cleaving down at the Owner.
A surge of mighty sword qi howled forward. The Owner had no choice but to raise his palm and block it. Where sword qi met his hand, sparks shot outward, peppering the ground like raindrops on sand and leaving behind countless pits of varying sizes and depths.
With his blood qi surging, the Owner not only awakened the body spirit within his many acupoints but also hardened his skin, flesh, and bones to be as tough as diamond. If Madam Qi’s sword qi was a cluster of sharp blades, then the Owner’s body was an ironclad shield. Piercing it would be no easy feat.
After her sword qi was blocked, Madam Qi shifted her stance once more. Countless beams of sword light emerged from the Face Wrecker, interwoven with mist, cascading down upon the Owner.
The Owner threw a punch, unleashing a hurricane-like blast and thunderous rumble, breaking through layer upon layer of Madam Qi’s sword light and driving straight toward her. Though it seemed like a simple and direct strike, the punch embodied his ultimate mastery of fist intention. Its spiraling force formed a vortex around his fist, and if Madam Qi failed to brace herself, she would be pulled in, making it seem as if she were charging into his blow of her own accord.
At the same time, the Owner unleashed a palm strike. In stark contrast to his fierce and forceful punch, this palm strike was the epitome of softness. It was as delicate as a woman’s slender hand, carrying not a trace of weight.
At the Owner’s cultivation level, his control over strength had reached the pinnacle of mastery. He could wield the utmost hardness, vastness, and yang, or the utmost softness, minuteness, and yin—all at his whim. If a Xiaoyao-stage Heavenly Being were struck by this palm, their bones would shatter to dust internally, yet not a single hair would be out of place on the surface.