Chapter 1188: Blue Demon Eight Ultimates

Blue Demon’s first owner was a man named Gong Qianhu. He was a famous general of Guo over ten thousand years ago. Go was originally a small country trapped at the center of many stronger, larger countries. They lived in the constant fear that they would be devoured or destroyed by a bigger country every day.

Then, Gong Qianhu appeared out of seemingly nowhere and singlehandedly protected his country for over a hundred years. Blue Demon was one of the major contributors of his success.

Alas, Gong Qianhu’s achievements overshadowed his master, and the ruler of Guo eventually had him killed through a conspiracy. He had stolen his Blue Demon as well.

It was a mistake, however. Blue Demon lost its artifact spirit because of Gong Qianhu’s death, and its class declined to Disaster-class.

Not long after Gong Qianhu’s death, Guo paid the price of their foolishness and perished in the hands of the surrounding nations. Blue Demon also vanished into thin air.

Blue Demon would go through many a person’s hands after Gong Qianhu, but it was like the item itself was cursed. Everyone who obtained it either lost everything they held dear or suffered a terrible ending.

About five hundred years ago, Blue Demon fell into the hands of a man named Wei Feng, and he used it to dominate the realm and elevate his family to one of the eight aristocratic clans of Wei. For a time, Blue Demon became the family inheritance and was passed down generation after generation.

Blue Demon was the reason the Wei Clan rose to power. Unfortunately, it would become their downfall as well. No one in the family was able to live up to expectations after Wei Feng passed away, and the Wei Clan kept declining until they fell out of the ranks of the eight aristocratic clans. Then, over a decade ago, a group of mysterious people annihilated the Wei Clan and took Blue Demon for themselves, causing it to disappear once more.

For the past decade, Blue Demon would show its face from time to time, but everyone who ever saw it was dead. As a result, no one knew exactly who was the true owner of Blue Demon right now.

Today, the truth was finally revealed. Zhao Changming was the one behind the group who annihilated the Wei Clan over a decade ago, and the reason he did it was probably to claim Blue Demon for himself.

“Hahaha... since you’ve heard of Blue Demon, you must know of its power as well. You’re a goner now!”

Zhao Changming laughed like a madman. “I won’t let you die an easy death though. I will make you wish you were dead and torture you for the rest of your existence!”

Suddenly, Zhao Changming appeared in front of Ye Qing and punched down on him.

It was only after Zhao Changming’s fist was right in front of Ye Qing’s face that the ground where he was standing collapsed with a huge noise. That was how fast he had become.

The dragon and serpent surrounding Zhao Changming’s fist opened their mouths and bared their sharp teeth at the same time.

Ye Qing was as small as an ant before the gigantic fist.

A glint flashed in Ye Qing’s eyes as he took a step backward and appeared nearly a hundred meters away as if he just used Earth Contraction.

However, Zhao Changming’s fist reappeared right in front of him as if they had never moved at all.

The next moment, the dragon and serpent on Zhao Changming’s fist stretched forward without warning and struck Ye Qing squarely in the chest.

Boom!

Profound light flew everywhere, and Ye Qing stumbled backward. The buildings and the ground on both sides of the street immediately collapsed, though the ground directly underneath his feet remained intact.

Ye Qing’s retreat was Zhao Changming’s advance. He immediately unleashed a flurry of punches at the young man, all of them powerful enough to shatter hills with ease.

That wasn’t all. The dragons and serpents attached to his armor were attacking Ye Qing as well. Hissing or growling, they were binding, tearing, biting, or strangling him from every direction.

Each dragon and serpent boasted tremendous strength on par with an ordinary Grandmaster or Trueman. Not only that, they possessed the ability to pierce through astral qi as well.

Therefore, it was as if Ye Qing was fighting against a Half Sage and dozens of Truemen and Grandmasters. He could not help but be pushed back again and again.

Despite the advantageous situation, Zhao Changming knew that his attacks had not, in fact, dealt any damage to Ye Qing.

Whenever his attacks and force landed on Ye Qing’s person, it would either be blocked by the Profound Yellow Mother Qi or be transferred elsewhere by a strange force. Only a small amount of force actually hit Ye Qing’s physical body and elicited no reaction whatsoever.

Therefore, even though it looked like the world was ending around the duo, Zhao Changming knew very well that Ye Qing was fine. And Ye Qing being fine was not the outcome he desired to see.

“This is the end!”

Zhao Changming roared as every dragon and serpent on his body flailed and hissed in unison. Bluish wave washed out of him like a tidal wave and made him look like a god or a demon.

Zhao Changming unsheathed the long saber behind his back. It was a strange saber with a blade made of scales, and an edge made of claws. Tangible vigor flowed around the blade and gave it a horrifying appearance.

“Split the sea!”

Zhao Changming gripped the saber with both hands and brought it down on Ye Qing.

The next moment, a saber beam overflowing with saber intent descended from the sky, splitting the sea of clouds above everyone’s head and conjuring a pure white light that connected heaven and earth.

Ye Qing’s expression grew just a little serious when he saw this. He threw a punch that functioned as a block.

Boom!

The saber beam that split the sea of clouds was shattered by the punch, but Ye Qing himself was pushed back three hundred meters. There was a clear gash on his fist where blood dripped profusely.

“Overturn the river!”

Zhao Changming released his grip, and the saber automatically flew over to his back and sheathed itself. Next, a spear descended into his hand.

When Zhao Changming gripped the spear, his aura abruptly grew vast and grandiose. As he spun the spear, the ambient origin qi grew increasingly violent like it was an actual, physical river. It wasn’t long before they churned like waves.

Zhao Changming thrust his spear forward, and the ambient origin qi gathered into one point. While force surrounding the origin qi, it abruptly burst toward Ye Qing like a river exiting the heavens’ gate.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Wherever the spear passed through, anything and everything was crushed into bits.

Clenching his right hand and lifting his left arm a little, Ye Qing responded by punching diagonally at the center of the incoming stream.

“Intercept”

As if it had suddenly crashed into an embankment, the rolling river of force abruptly crumbled and could not progress another inch no matter how hard it pushed.

If the spear thrust was a raging river that threatened to destroy even mountains, then the downward punch was a grand embankment that kept all arts at bay.

Spear intent clashed against fist force, and everything around the duo exploded into primal chaos. At the same time, Ye Qing’s fist made contact with Zhao Changming’s spear.

Zhao Changming turned his spear slightly and stabbed at the ground before Ye Qing’s feet, causing it to disappear into nothing without a sound. However, Ye Qing was already riding the momentum and jumping into the air, throwing a punch at Zhao Changming.

However, his counterattack was anticipated. A halberd abruptly appeared from behind Zhao Changming’s back and descended right on top of his head, as massive as it was unstoppable.

A conqueror wielding a halberd was matchless. Therefore, the technique was also named, “Matchless”.

The halberd shattered Ye Qing’s fist force. Then, it blasted the young man away.

While Ye Qing was still sailing across the air, he saw Zhao Changming abandoning his halberd and wielding a sword instead. When he thrust the sword forward, a light cold enough to chill all nine provinces filled his vision. Hence, the technique was called, “Chill Firmament”.

Heaven and earth turned icy as the sword qi streaked toward Ye Qing. It engulfed him completely before he could do anything.

Despite the successful hit, Zhao Changming did not pause his attack. He immediately abandoned his sword and swung a hook next.

The hook swing was neither as intimidating as his saber or spear, nor as tyrannical as his sword and halberd. There was only cold, miserable parting.

The world was a cruel place, and its people even more so. Of it all, parting was the most sorrowful of it all. Hence, the hook swing was named, “Parting”.

Parting didn’t just describe the parting between the living. It could mean the eternal parting between the living and the dead as well.

“Hmm!”

A muffled groan came from the sea of sword qi engulfing Ye Qing. The next moment, the sea of sword qi was split into countless cubes, and Ye Qing was revealed.

Right now, Ye Qing looked absolutely terrible. There was a long gash stretching from his forehead all the way to his chin. His neck was cut so deep that the bones were exposed. The nerves around his wrist and ankles were severed so deep that the flesh was peeling outward, and worse, not a single wound was bleeding. It was because they were covered by some sort of sharp, destructive intent.