Chapter 302: Qiu Yu’s Grace
Chapter 302: Qiu Yu’s Grace
At that moment, a light beam pierced the sky, carrying grief and resentment as it stood towering over the Blood Moon Wasteland, emitting a peculiar signal.
Divine Xiu Spirit Master sneered, “Sending a message now? Too late. This is the Blood Moon Wasteland—no information escapes here.”
Wan Fang stayed silent, hacking forward desperately to breach Divine Xiu Spirit Master’s defenses and rescue Cheng Lingyu before death claimed him.
On the island, spectators observed Cold Xiu Spirit Master. All believed Cheng Lingyu’s end neared—the protective scroll could only delay, not save him.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master had assessed the scroll’s limits. Though the Holy Artifact possessed great Defensive Strength, unreawakened, it couldn’t endure strikes from a Third Stage of Spirit Martial expert.
Cheng Lingyu’s diamond-like Physical Body meant little against a Spirit Master’s overwhelming power. Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s ceaseless attacks denied him respite, injuries piling until hope vanished.
Hu Yuer’s heart ached faintly. She’d sought ways to alter fate, yet no path existed in this dire hour.
“Die!”
Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s frostbitten voice pierced the clouds. After relentless assaults, she moved to end it all.
A Blade of Light spiraled from her hand, shattering time and space as it streaked toward Cheng Lingyu. Even the scroll’s defense might not spare his body from disintegration.
Feixue’s furious roar mingled with Hu Yuer’s anguished cry. Wan Fang bellowed, “Kill my junior apprentice, and I’ll erase you!”
Their shouts tore the sky but couldn’t sway Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s purpose.
“Finished.”
Experts from Jiu Yang Sacred Palace, Tianlei Sacred Church, Heavenly Fire Sect, and Shanhua Alliance agreed—this strike meant Cheng Lingyu’s death.
Feixue’s rage, Wan Fang’s fury, and Hu Yuer’s sorrow wove into a dirge echoing across the blood lake.
Mid-air, three Blood River True Monarchs and three beasts clashed with nine Spirit Masters. They cared nothing for a human’s fate—yet as Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s killing blow neared Cheng Lingyu, unease prickled their senses.
Cheng Lingyu’s demise seemed certain. Even Wan Fang succumbed to despair, teetering on madness.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master wore a cruel smile, anticipation gleaming in her eyes.
As death loomed, the gravely injured Cheng Lingyu opened his eyes. A soft sorrow touched his face.
Through the haze, a familiar figure waved and smiled distantly.
“Ruo Xue…”
The specter of his dreams lingered. Cheng Lingyu reached for her, but she drifted beyond grasp.
“Stay…”
Memories engulfed him. In death’s final heartbeat, hatred faded, leaving only first love’s bittersweet ache.
His gaze softened, tender and longing. Here, at life’s edge, he clung to fading joy.
An ethereal figure materialized beside him an instant before the reaper struck, meeting his heartfelt gaze.
A sigh whispered through the void. Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s attack landed, boiling the air as light waves swallowed truth. All assumed Cheng Lingyu perished.
“Junior apprentice!”
Wan Fang wept, tears streaming.
Feixue howled. Hu Yuer’s cheeks glistened. All mourned.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master studied the blast’s aftermath. Something felt wrong… yet she couldn’t name it.
“He’s finally dead.”
Dongfang Hong muttered, his emotions tangled.
Azure Sky Dragon snorted. “It’d be a miracle if he hadn’t.”
Xiang San Shao cut in, “What about the scroll?”
His words jolted the others. The scroll was a Holy Artifact—if Cheng Lingyu died, it’d be left without an owner.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master flicked her left hand. The smoke shrouding the explosion’s heart split apart, showing a sight that stunned them all.
A slender figure stood facing Cheng Lingyu, her back to the crowd. The scroll still glowed with faint golden light, pulsing with cryptic energy.
“Who’s there?”
Cold Xiu Spirit Master glared at the figure, her face hardening. After all that effort, Cheng Lingyu still breathed—this reeked of ill omen.
Feixue blurted, “Qiu Yu! You… you came just in time!”
Wan Fang snapped from despair. Seeing Qiu Yu arrive and Cheng Lingyu still clinging to life, he shouted hoarsely, “Yes! Get him out of here—now!”
Hu Yuer’s lips curved upward, while Hua Yuehong’s expression soured.
Cheng Lingyu’s death had seemed certain—until Qiu Yu materialized at the final heartbeat.
Qiu Yu’s gaze swept the battlefield before settling on Cold Xiu Spirit Master.
“You tried to kill him?”
“Not just him,” Cold Xiu Spirit Master sneered. “All of you will die.”
Qiu Yu’s face stayed blank. Her eyes skimmed the island’s spectators before returning.
“Then begin.”
She stepped forward. Spiritual Light flared beneath her feet as spiritual patterns morphed into demonic gods, bowing around her.
The void cracked. Time and space warped. Lightning serpents writhed through twisted rifts, howling like demons.
Above the blood lake, heaven wailed. Space itself bent around Qiu Yu, its laws rewriting themselves.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master shuddered. Towering wings unfurled behind her—one sweep crumbled mountains, unmatched in their fury.
Qiu Yu walked on, unblinking. Each step made space tremble, divine light blooming like deadly flowers.
Spirit Master experts gaped at the extraordinary phenomenon, disbelief etching every face.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s gut churned with extreme danger—a primal warning she’d never felt before.
To shatter this threat, she threw back her head and shrieked. Her wings lashed out, propelling her like smoke behind Qiu Yu—a killing strike aimed at the neck.
Qiu Yu didn’t flinch. Still advancing, she tapped the void with jade fingers. Black-and-white light burst from their tips.
The world exploded. Every creature and force touching that warped space detonated instantly.
“Impossible!” Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s handsome face contorted. “This can’t—”
CRACK. Her wings snapped. Crushing space surged like a tsunami, shredding her limbs.
Her furious roar became a scream. The crowd froze.
With one casual gesture, Qiu Yu had crippled a Third Stage Spirit Martial expert.
Divine Xiu Spirit Master was both shocked and furious as he roared, “Who are you?”
Qiu Yu answered gracefully, “I come from Mingmo Ridge.”
She turned elegantly and approached Cold Xiu Spirit Master. Though her steps seemed light, she closed the distance instantly. No matter how Cold Xiu Spirit Master dodged, she couldn’t escape.
“What do you want?”
Cold Xiu Spirit Master glared at Qiu Yu and screamed.
“To kill you.”
Qiu Yu’s calm voice carried absolute certainty in those two words.
“Don’t… don’t push me too far!”
Cold Xiu Spirit Master bluffed with false fierceness, but Qiu Yu paid no heed. Her right hand pointed at the void again.
The strike shattered space, crumbled time, and collapsed the very fabric of time and space.
That unstoppable finger strike swept through all opposition.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master howled in despair, fear of death overwhelming him. He bitterly regretted chasing Cheng Lingyu – now it was too late.
Qiu Yu’s attack left no escape. The entire battlefield fell under her assault, giving enemies no retreat.
A crisp snap echoed as his Soul ignited. Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s body turned to ash, his Primordial Spirit detonating into nothingness.
Two effortless moves – that’s all Qiu Yu needed to kill a Third Stage of Spirit Martial expert.
Wan Fang and Feixue stared in shock, as did every other present expert.
Liang Wei tried fleeing, but a hazy ethereal figure blocked him.
“Move!”
He shouted in panic, desperate to escape.
The figure solidified. With a tap from delicate jade fingers, the surrounding space cracked like ice.
Liang Wei screamed as radiant light burst from him, trying to resist – but the blast sent him flying backward. His body fractured mid-air before exploding.
“I’ll take you down with me!”
His remaining Primordial Spirit became a soul-flame-wreathed light arrow, piercing through time to strike Qiu Yu’s forehead.
Qiu Yu indifferently caught the arrow between two fingers. A snap – it shattered.
Two moves again. Liang Wei of Divine Martial Sect perished.
Qiu Yu turned calmly toward Divine Xiu Spirit Master, now trapped by Wan Fang and Feixue’s combined efforts.
Divine Xiu Spirit Master roared, struggling wildly to escape – but couldn’t break free.
Hua Yuehong’s face paled. No one had foreseen this outcome.