System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests

Han Qiujun had acted rashly just now, and the remaining three generals quickly reached a consensus as they arrived at the scene.

First, they attacked with the Spear Technique to create pressure.

This spear stroke would undoubtedly fail to kill Chu Qing. Therefore, after the spear technique retreated, what would follow was the Hundred Battle Killing Sword.

This sword stroke was also insufficient to kill Chu Qing, but it could hide the true intention of the Deceitful Demon Saber.

As long as Chu Qing used that seamless Sword Technique to incorporate the Hundred Battle Killing Sword, without realizing it, the Deceitful Demon Saber would suddenly strike, possibly injuring him!

Whether they liked it or not, they all felt aggrieved by this thought.

Since when did the Eight Great Battle Generals under the General’s command become so insignificant that three of them had to team up not to kill, but just to injure?

They dared not hope to kill Chu Qing with such a minor trick.

Already causing him injury would be a great stroke of luck.

Thus, cooperating with two of the Twelve Saint Kings and an apprentice of the Ghost Emperor.

Through this, they could tip the scales of victory toward their side.

Unexpectedly, this hidden, minor scheme could not elude Chu Qing at all, to the extent that he didn’t even bother to directly confront the Hundred Battle Killing Sword. He leaped into the air, striking directly with that seamless Sword Technique.

Diverging from the original plan, the Deceitful Demon Saber seemed to walk right into a trap, directly colliding into Chu Qing’s sword circle.

"Offering one’s head?"

Chu Qing grinned slyly, with no hesitation whatsoever.

The sword edge turned, and the Deceitful Demon Saber, before realizing its eerie nature, had its saber momentum deflected by Chu Qing, followed by the sword’s edge flicking at the throat.

A spray of blood burst into the air.

The person yet lived, but powerless, they slowly fell to the ground, only to have endless gray mist suddenly cover the world upon contact.

Chu Qing’s steps also fell at this moment.

His gaze cautiously scanned around.

This gray mist was some trick of Prince Xiao... His martial art was known as the Sorrowful Clouds Song, adept at such gloomy fog.

The one who previously trained in the Sorrowful Clouds Fog had mentioned to Chu Qing.

Yet, compared to Prince Xiao’s Sorrowful Clouds Song, when caught within it, he could control the battlefield entirely.

Once inside, there would be no secrets left.

Weak points, flaws, every movement, the opponent could grasp with ease.

On the day’s initial battle, Chu Qing had used Han Qiujun and Prince Mei’s inner power to break Prince Xiao’s massive gray mist hand.

Afterwards, utilizing the inner power of those two, he continuously wore down Prince Xiao’s Sorrowful Clouds Song, and despite the chaos, Prince Xiao had not used this move, seemingly had he left thieves in the empty pavilion.

However, now it seemed he had recovered.

Chu Qing slowly shut his eyes; within the gray mist, nothing was visible, only a monochrome haze everywhere in his sight, and absolute silence in his hearing.

With both eyes and ears unreliable, he closed his eyes, moving intuitively.

In the next moment, as his sword edge turned, a clang sounded.

A silent attack, broken by Chu Qing’s parry, reflected in the flicker of a spark amidst his swing.

Yet it merely set the stage for what followed.

His longsword spun defensively over his chest or back, his stance unchanged, without a step backward, using only his sword to defend all sides, perfectly blocking any threat.

Clanging continuously resounded from the void, with sparks flying each time.

The brief flare of light couldn’t reveal anyone hidden in the shadows.

Chu Qing abandoned the notion of counterattacking within this black mist, instead tapping his foot lightly, enveloping himself in a layer of golden Protective Gang Qi.

Ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding!

Continuous attacks fell upon the Undying Golden Body, yet Chu Qing did not spare them a glance.

He still kept his eyes shut, raising his hands; flames erupted instantly.

Yet he did not immediately launch an attack.

His left hand traced a circle, while his right hand struck out with a loud palm.

An exalted dragon’s roar echoed; a fire dragon trailing intense flames lunged into the gray mist, its path like an eraser on a gray-smeared page, revealing the world as it truly was.

But Chu Qing did not halt.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes...

Chu Qing had never been content with the status quo; every martial skill he acquired, he deeply studied.

Even the most unremarkable martial arts had their praiseworthy qualities.

The Flame Saber seemed unspectacular, yet melding this Fire Strength into various martial skills resulted in different chemical reactions.

Using this bit of Fire Strength, he struck repeatedly.

Eighteen consecutive strikes!

His strikes came so swiftly that the eighteen seemed like one continuous strike.

Everyone watching saw, in that fleeting moment, Chu Qing unleash eighteen fire dragons in succession.

They flew out in a fan shape, their roars resonating as they wiped out gray mist like dried twigs, fiery blaze consuming the heavens.

Amidst the flames, Chu Qing stood with Injury Concealment stabbed into the ground, his hands behind his back, surrounded by golden Gang Qi, the fire swirling around him, like a sovereign of the flame!

Under the impact of these fire dragons, the five remaining experts retreated, each using their secret techniques to survive the onslaught.

All were left in disarray.

The most bedraggled was Prince Xiao... This gray mist was his method, broken by Chu Qing, naturally rendering his inner power badly diminished.

Faced with this sudden fire dragon, he employed every means available.

Even though the Fire Dragon carried less Palm Force than when Chu Qing had earlier killed the Soldier Path Killing Fist expert, it was no trifling matter.

By the time he barely managed to deal with it, his entire state was unsightly.

His clothes torn, a hole burned in his chest, hair disheveled and face charred, the image of a master entirely lost.

He stood where he was, continuously coughing, his gaze towards Chu Qing no longer describable as mere anger.

As one of the Twelve Saint Kings, he’d never experienced such humiliation.

He couldn’t help but point a finger:

"What martial art is this?"

In fairness, Prince Xiao was indeed wronged.

The Sorrowful Clouds Song was an outstanding Demon Skill in the Celestial Evil Cult’s Seven Secrets Three Treasures Six Mystical Sects.

But it was utterly suppressed by Chu Qing’s Flame Saber.

This also depended on the user... if someone else used it, they might only manage to cut a line through.

If one’s inner power wasn’t on par with Prince Xiao’s, they couldn’t even cut a line.

And they couldn’t completely burn away the gray mist.

Yet Chu Qing refused to follow the prescribed path, integrating the Flame Saber into various martial skills, thereby augmenting its coverage, the power vastly incomparable.

Moreover, enhanced by his Thirteenth Layer of the Nine Chapters of Divine Jade’s inner power, even if Prince Xiao had heaven-sent abilities, in front of Chu Qing, he continually hit a wall.

All his techniques executed... yet in front of Chu Qing, he couldn’t even stir up a splash.

Chu Qing casually lifted Injury Concealment, stepping forward, with his Undying Gang Qi retracting.

He chuckled lightly as he spoke:

"A mere farmer’s trick, putting Prince Xiao to laughter... hmm, why aren’t you laughing?"

Prince Xiao’s face twisted, unable to laugh at all.

But Prince Mei stood beside, laughing instead.

In this battle, the most severe injuries belonged to the war generals under the General.

Though Prince Xiao appeared bedraggled, his injuries were somewhat lighter.

Yet the only one untouched, without even a single hair out of place, was Prince Mei.

Her inner power indeed profound, though lacking somewhat in lethal means, she nonetheless ranked as Chu Qing’s top adversary in his heart.

She smiled at Chu Qing:

"The more I look at you, the more delighted I become.

"Ignore that lunatic Prince Xiao; if you wish, I could dismiss those Princes Mei for you to enjoy me alone.

"What do you think?"

Chu Qing looked at her, then glanced at the General’s other subordinates, curiously asking:

"The Twelve Saint Kings, what kind of existence are they within the Celestial Evil Cult?"