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Chapter 1593: Chapter 638: Meng Zhiyu (Part 4)

"The Fifth Realm, Third Realm," Qin Ming spoke, his words concise.

"Hiss!" Still upset about being described as stocky, Bai Zilan gasped, instantly let it go, and no longer sulked.

At twenty-three, achieving such a high realm was truly terrifying.

"Remarkable!" Meng Zhiyu’s bright eyes sparkled, nodding in admiration with a gasp.

A Divine Ring entered her body, restraining part of her Taoist abilities.

Then, the Divine Ring, wrapped in an incredibly dense vitality, including blood qi and spirit, left her exquisite form.

"Almost there," Meng Zhiyu spoke.

In the arena covered with Secret Gold, engraved with Tao Patterns, the two faced each other from a distance.

Outside the arena, Ji Xingran and Bai Zilan watched nervously; they never thought they’d witness a duel between two Great Saints, leaving them excited and breathless.

Beside them, the four Great Saints watched silently, with solemn expressions on their faces.

Meng Zhiyu’s dress swirled as she stepped forward, her white shoes and socks unstained by dust, her snow-white calves gleaming. With a swift sound, she disappeared as if shrinking the ground into inches.

With a boom, the Void seemed to explode.

Qin Ming felt a terrifying power surging, approaching him from all directions, omnipresent.

He realized how terrifying Meng Zhiyu’s speed was, as if she had split into dozens of bodies, surrounding him and attacking without any dead angle.

This was very frightening; anyone else in this position wouldn’t be able to figure out where the opponent was.

In fact, these attacks were not illusions but entities; their speed was so fast that people couldn’t discern them, mistaking them for layers of phantoms.

Qin Ming made no reservations, his whole body interwoven with golden silk, then shot it outward, radiating in all directions.

"Not pretending anymore, eh?" Zhou Tian mumbled.

Back in the Bodhisattva’s Martial Hall, during the duel with him, Qin Ming had hidden this golden silk in brilliant Divine Radiance, not wanting to expose it.

Mu Shiniang in ethereal white also said sternly, "Indeed from that Mysterious Family!"

In an instant, the entire void seemed to be penetrated; the golden silk, like needles and Divine Spears, was dazzling to the extreme, piercing in all directions, accompanied by a terrifying clashing sound.

It sounded like hundreds of Flying Swords clashing, with flowing light interweaving and Divine Rainbow pouring down, forming a huge net in the void, like an expanding order with form.

Meng Zhiyu’s attack was terrifying, leaving countless afterimages clashing incessantly with the golden silk.

"I... damn!" Qin Ming was unsettled; whenever these golden silks were unleashed, few could meet them head-on; all had to avoid their edge.

Yet someone dared to confront him head-on, which was truly astonishing.

No wonder Meng Zhiyu became the chief among the Six Great Saints, with methods that could be described as divine.

In an instant, Qin Ming’s whole body emitted golden threads from the pores, shooting outwards, dense Divine Power surging; with another opponent, they would have been pierced and torn apart long ago.

Yet Meng Zhiyu was attacking back, continuously engaging in combat.

"Something’s off!" Suddenly, Qin Ming sensed something amiss, amidst the clashing sounds; some golden silk piercing through collided with his own power.

Quite a few golden threads twisted, deviating, colliding with other golden silk.

"Worthy of being a Dream Insect, entering the Dao through dreams, almost caught me in the opening moment of the battle," Qin Ming’s heart was alert.

Meng Zhiyu, indeed, was countering him, but the intensity wasn’t as strong as he imagined; she cleverly neutralized many attacks.

Meng Zhiyu interfered with the opponent’s spiritual perception, tweaking the golden silk to attack each other.

Actually, doing this was risky; with a slight error, it would go out of control, and she would be pierced by countless golden threads.

It’s just that her precise maneuvering reached an extraordinary level.

When Qin Ming perceived how she was counterattacking, he immediately made targeted adjustments, prepared to let her suffer by playing with fire.

However, as one skill seemed unsatisfactory, Meng Zhiyu immediately changed her approach.

Soundlessly, she disappeared from this world, leaving no trace to be perceived.

"The key power of the Dream Insect lies in the word ’dream,’" Qin Ming realized, was he deceived, or did he instantly enter a dream?

Nevertheless, he was undaunted, resonating form and spirit, ready to break through the illusion.

With a rumble, Qin Ming’s body shook violently, his Pure Yang Consciousness was being pried, about to leave his body.

What kind of method is this? Driving a person’s consciousness out, leaving the flesh behind, separating and breaking them one by one?

However, Qin Ming practiced three paths simultaneously, with the Heavenly Light Melding Consciousness rooted in his body, hard to be shaken by outsiders, let alone pulled away.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled, Qin Ming’s form and Spiritual Field shook vigorously without stopping.

He was alarmed to find his consciousness really about to be pried from his body.

This was his first experience, having someone reach this level, posing a threat to him.

Yet he wasn’t anxious; his body wasn’t so easily taken.

He cultivated the "Refining Body and Merging Tao Scripture," his body was dangerous for the opponent.

Moreover, Qin Ming’s entire Tao abilities were in the Heavenly Light Consciousness; being pried like this, he wasn’t afraid.

Meanwhile, he saw the opponent paying the price.

Meng Zhiyu was also in Divine Travel, almost an equivalent exchange; both of their consciousnesses were detached.

Meng Zhiyu was startled; she had to pay such a price.

Mist spread, she cast combos, using accompaning Miao Technique, aiming to control Qin Ming’s body.

With a swift sound, Qin Ming’s body flew towards her.

Qin Ming swooped, naturally not letting her have her way.

Their bodies and spirits encountered each other at close range and within a small scope.

In the terrifying light screen, under the power of distorted void, they continued fighting in the Spiritual Domain.

With a swish, Meng Zhiyu, while in Divine Travel above Qin Ming’s body, suddenly swooped down, immersed into it.

She was confident she could simultaneously control her own body.

Thus she abruptly deprived the opponent of his body.

"Using a big move right away?" Qin Ming was unafraid; his body was dangerous, it depends on whether the opponent’s body was equally overpowered.

He didn’t hesitate, immersing into Meng Zhiyu’s body.

"Hmm?" Meng Zhiyu didn’t immediately control her body as she wished, her pupils slightly contracted.

Qin Ming took over her body, immediately pulling away from the opponent.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

The peerless Meng Zhiyu, heroically tilting her neck, flexing her arms, and then her long, straight, large white legs did a split.

Qin Ming, stretching his muscles, quite exuberantly grinned and said, "This... is quite nice!"

Meng Zhiyu radiated an unknown force, locking on the opponent.

Qin Ming imitated a standing Demon Ape, pounding his chest forcefully, then rushed forward wildly.

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