📖 Chapter 1250 - The Battle of Chen Qingzi!

18 Feb, 2024

The churning Underworld River seemed to split the starry sky in two. Endless deathly aura emanated from its waters, and innumerable dead souls could be seen inside.

Opposite this was the Never-Ending Clan’s starry sky, which was shining brightly. Endless vitality erupted all over, as if to confront the power of death.

Right now, one half of the starry sky had become the Underworld, while the other half was Never-Ending!

Behind Chen Qingzi, deathly aura filled the air. A gigantic black fish was hovering above him, looking down on the Never-Ending starry sky with a ferocious gaze.

At the same time, next to Master Never-Ending, a huge golden beetle appeared with a roar. Hostility filled its eyes as it looked at the black fish, as if the two were natural enemies who absolutely couldn’t coexist.

“Master Never-Ending.”

"Chen Qingzi."

As the two people’s gazes met, the starry sky trembled. Massive cracks appeared all over, as if the void itself was being ripped apart.

Wang Baole, Patriarch Seven Spirits, and Nether Saint all immediately retreated. They knew very well that the following battle belonged not to them, but… Chen Qingzi.

Wang Baole’s expression was a bit complicated as he sighed. In truth, there had been no real need for him to come and attack this time. However, he still took action in order to create an opportunity for Chen Qingzi.

When two people were gathering momentum, the one who was forced to move first would naturally be at a disadvantage. If they were injured before facing their true foe, then they would be at an even greater disadvantage.

Now, through the actions of Wang Baole, Patriarch Seven Spirits, and the Underworld Sect’s trio, Master Never-Ending had come out early. Moreover, although he had not been injured seriously, the finger he had lost couldn’t be restored.

One of his fingers was gone!

This was the limit of what Wang Baole and the others could achieve. However, their battle had also indirectly exposed some of Master Never-Ending’s methods, which would be of great help to Chen Qingzi.

‘This is all I can do.’ Wang Baole fell silent and continued to retreat. Meanwhile, Master Never-Ending’s ancient voice slowly echoed through the starry sky.

“Chen Qingzi, I have been waiting for you for a long time.” Master Never-Ending didn’t pay any attention to Wang Baole and the others. The only one in his eyes at this moment was Chen Qingzi, and no one else was worth even a glance.

Now that the Underworld Emperor was dead, only Chen Qingzi could make him feel anticipation.

Chen Qingzi’s eyes were serene as he stared at Master Never-Ending. He knew that Wang Baole had provoked Master Never-Ending for his sake, in order to curb the Never-Ending Clan’s momentum and increase his chances of winning the battle.

And in truth, he was very thankful for this. Although Chen Qingzi had vaguely sensed that Master Never-Ending had his own schemes, his enemy being weakened like this and having some means exposed was still useful.

At the same time, Chen Qingzi could already guess what Master Never-Ending’s true goal was. All along, the other party had wanted to fight him, and almost desperately so.

‘He wants to use me to leave the stele world…’ Chen Qingzi’s eyes flickered with a sharp light.

Even though he had guessed Master Never-Ending’s plans, he still chose to fight. In any case, even if Wang Baole and the others hadn’t come to probe his opponent, Chen Qingzi would still have to fight in the end.

This was because he had finished gathering momentum. If he didn’t fight now, then his thoughts wouldn’t flow smoothly, and anyway… this battle with Master Never-Ending was also an obsession of his.

“This is my Dao!” As he murmured softly, Chen Qingzi’s eyes shone with dazzling rays of light, and endless battle intent broke out in his heart. A black flash of lightning ripped apart the starry sky as… he charged toward Master Never-Ending.

Master Never-Ending threw his head back and laughed uproariously, eyes glittering with anticipation. Then, he began walking forward. With every step, the starry sky rumbled, and space folded in on itself.

The entire starry sky seemed to come to a halt under Master Never-Ending’s movements. Dozens of layers of space appeared in front of Chen Qingzi, not only obstructing his path but also increasing Master Never-Ending’s speed even more. Deafening booms spread in all directions as more and more layers of space appeared, quickly surpassing the hundreds.

Even as the two people approached each other, the Underworld Sect’s black fish and Never-Ending Clan’s golden beetle also charged out. They didn’t fight at close range, but rather unleashed the power of their natural and magical laws. The starry sky trembled as countless different laws collided invisibly, releasing waves of power that spread throughout the entire Never-Ending Dao Domain.

At this moment, the Left Dao and Unorthodox Holy Regions were both quaking violently.

Wang Baole’s pupils contracted, and he, along with Patriarch Seven Spirits and Nether Saint, retreated even further.

As explosions reverberated throughout the starry sky, the black flash of lightning that was Chen Qingzi moved at alarming speed. Wang Baole could barely make out the black-robed figure raising his hand and thrusting his wooden sword forward.

The hundreds of spatial layers would have been able to completely crush Wang Baole and the others, but they were nothing to Chen Qingzi. Whether it was tens, hundreds, or even thousands of layers of space, it didn’t matter. In front of the wooden sword, they all collapsed instantaneously!

With a boom, Chen Qingzi suddenly appeared in front of Master Never-Ending and slashed down!

Master Never-Ending looked up and laughed. His eyes were filled with burning fighting spirit.

“Chen Qingzi, I hope… you won’t disappoint me!” As he spoke, Master Never-Ending’s unleashed the power of his Dao of Strength and thrust a palm toward the approaching wooden sword.

His hand expanded limitlessly, swiftly turning into the hand of strength that had covered the starry sky just earlier. In an instant, his palm collided with Chen Qingzi’s sword.

Terrifying rumbles instantly sounded out. Chen Qingzi’s wooden sword could shake the heavens and shatter the earth, so even if the hand of strength was powerful, it still trembled upon contact. In an instant, it changed from a thrusting motion to a grabbing motion, and its fingers curled around Chen Qingzi and his wooden sword. However, just as the hand clenched into a fist, rays of light exploded in all directions, and the wooden sword suddenly sliced through its palm.

Blood splattered everywhere as the hand collapsed in an instant, revealing Chen Qingzi’s unharmed figure. In the blink of an eye, he closed in on Master Never-Ending and completed his slash.

He was fast, too fast!

His slash was so fast that Master Never-Ending seemed unable to dodge. As Wang Baole and the others looked on in shock, the black lightning that was Chen Qingzi directly flashed past Master Never-Ending!

After traveling a hundred zhang beyond Master Never-Ending, the black lightning dissipated, revealing Chen Qingzi. His expression was the same as ever, but his eyes weren’t as calm as before. Instead, they were filled with grimness as he looked at Master Never-Ending, who had lost… an arm.

Indeed, at the very last moment, a strange force had erupted from Master Never-Ending’s body, causing Chen Qingzi’s sword to sever not his head but his arm.

At this moment, Master Never-Ending’s right arm had been sliced off, and the remnant destructive power from the sword began to rampage inside his body. However, a moment later… the rampaging power disappeared, and Master Never-Ending’s arm suddenly grew back.

“Indeed worthy of the battle I’ve been awaiting for all these years. Chen Qingzi… you haven’t disappointed me after all!” A vicious smile appeared on Master Never-Ending’s lips, and he began to laugh. His laughter grew louder and louder, spreading through the starry sky and causing space itself to begin cracking.

The heavily wounded Nether Saint could hardly bear the power of this laughter, and his injuries almost flared up again. As for Patriarch Seven Spirits and Wang Baole, their expressions instantly turned solemn.