Thousand Illusions Palm! Trance Art!

You've got some nerve!

Seeing Su Que charge at him without so much as a greeting, Bai Wuji let out a cold laugh.

With a thought, he drove the Minor Self-Harm Skill at full force. Stomping down, he too turned into a shadow and rushed head-on toward Su Que!

He was a Peak Blood and Qi Realm martial artist. In this tiny Jade Water City, he refused to believe anyone could be stronger than him.

Seeing Bai Wuji engage Su Que, Bai Wuji's two emissaries, Zeng Shiyong and Gu Rou, simultaneously barked:

"Guard the escape routes!"

With that, the two skirted around Su Que, darting respectively toward his rear left and rear right.

Bai Wuji's other subordinates also scattered, circling around to Su Que's rear from both sides.

They intended to seal off every route of escape, lest Su Que flee after falling into a disadvantage.

Su Que unleashed all seven formulas of the Seven Injuries Fist. Seven currents of fist force, carrying four kinds of True Qi, flooded into both his fists.

As he neared Bai Wuji, he threw a punch straight at Bai Wuji's face.

His fist tore through the air with a shrill whistle!

Before the fist arrived, the wind from it had already blown Bai Wuji's three long locks of beard streaming backward.

As the fist closed in, Bai Wuji abruptly sank his waist, twisted aside, and dodged to one side.

At the same time, he unleashed his signature palm technique, the Thousand Illusions Palm, at full force, striking toward Su Que's lower abdomen!

The moment the Thousand Illusions Palm was deployed, his right hand, fingers pressed together like a blade, flickered—and split into more than a hundred palm shadows.

The Thousand Illusions Palm relied on the hand's high-speed movements, combined with palm force and True Qi, to conjure multiple palm shadows.

These palm shadows could be real or false.

He could distribute his palm force and True Qi evenly among every palm shadow.

Or he could gather all his palm force and True Qi into a single palm shadow. That palm would be real, while all the others would be false.

So long as the palms had not yet struck the opponent, real and false could shift at his will.

When cultivated to its highest realm, the Thousand Illusions Palm could make both hands conjure a thousand palm shadows in an instant.

But Bai Wuji had not cultivated this palm technique to its peak. At his limit, he could only conjure more than three hundred palm shadows in an instant.

Even so, with this palm technique coupled with the fierce True Qi of his Minor Self-Harm Skill, he had already made many people of the martial world drink bitter regret.

His hundred-odd palm shadows densely blanketed Su Que's lower abdomen and chest.

At that moment, only one among the hundred-plus palm shadows was filled with the True Qi of his Minor Self-Harm Skill. The rest were all false.

He thought that if the Mysterious Martial Artist before him tried to block his Thousand Illusions Palm with both fists, it would be utterly futile. When that time came, he would only be able to block the false palms.

The real palm, infused with the Minor Self-Harm Skill's True Qi, would strike the Mysterious Martial Artist's body.

If this Mysterious Martial Artist were a little smarter, he might retreat.

But then the Mysterious Martial Artist would be forced into a backward retreat. With his center of gravity shifted back, the force of his forward attacks would weaken, and from then on he would fall into a disadvantage.

Just as Bai Wuji confidently envisioned what would happen next—

He never expected the fist he had dodged to suddenly erupt with a current of force that struck toward his left temple.

This was the Trance Art of Su Que's Seven Injuries Fist.

The force of this formula could turn left or right.

His fist force can actually turn!

Bai Wuji was startled, his thoughts racing through his mind.

Even if his Thousand Illusions Palm struck the Mysterious Martial Artist before him, it would only hit the man's chest.

But if the Mysterious Martial Artist's force struck him, it would hit his head.

By comparison, he would suffer the graver injury!

Thus, he made his decision.

As he tilted his head downward, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and Su Que's fist force—

He raised the right palm that had originally been meant to strike Su Que's abdomen and used it to block that current of fist force.

The next moment, Bai Wuji's hundred-odd palm shadows merged into one and met Su Que's fist force.

Bang!

An explosive boom rang beside Bai Wuji's ear.

He had thought that after blocking this fist force, he could reorganize his offensive and attack Su Que again.

But he never expected that the instant this fist force touched his palm, four streams of True Qi would surge straight into his body like flood dragons entering the sea!

This is Crimson Fiend True Qi, Yin Wind Claw True Qi, and Dark Yin True Qi?!

He had once studied the Martial Arts of several Hall Masters under his command.

Aside from the True Qi of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, which he did not recognize, he was quite familiar with the other three kinds of True Qi.

'These three streams of true qi are far stronger than Fan Wuyang's and the others'...'

'In such a short time, he has cultivated three streams of true qi to this level?!'

'And Crimson Fiend True Qi repels the other two streams of true qi—how did he fuse all three together?!'

'Just who is this man?'

Bai Wuji was utterly shocked, countless questions erupting one after another in his mind.

But with a formidable enemy before him, he had no room to dwell on them.

He pushed Minor Self-Harm Skill to its limit, intending to dissolve the four streams of true qi Su Que had injected into him.

Yet when his Minor Self-Harm Skill true qi met Su Que's Wedding Dress Divine Skill true qi, it was like ice and snow meeting a red-hot iron rod—it was pierced through in an instant by the Wedding Dress Divine Skill true qi!

Although Bai Wuji's martial realm was comparable to Su Que's, Wedding Dress Divine Skill itself was far more powerful than Minor Self-Harm Skill.

Moreover, judging by the realms displayed in Su Que's Attributes, the Minor Self-Harm Skill Bai Wuji had cultivated for decades was actually two realms lower than the Wedding Dress Divine Skill Su Que had cultivated for only a few months!

Thus, the tiny stream of Wedding Dress Divine Skill true qi Su Que had sent in shattered all the Minor Self-Harm Skill true qi within Bai Wuji's meridians.

'What kind of true qi is this? It's so fierce and unyielding!'

Bai Wuji was aghast.

One had to know that cultivating Minor Self-Harm Skill had cost him no small price!

And now, the Minor Self-Harm Skill he had been rather proud of had been so easily broken. How could he not be shocked?

Immediately afterward, the four kinds of true qi invaded Bai Wuji's internal organs.

In an instant, his five viscera and six bowels were afflicted by four agonies at once—burning, freezing, corrosion, and impact—leaving him in unbearable misery!

Bai Wuji desperately drove his Minor Self-Harm Skill true qi, and only with great difficulty did he manage to dissolve all four streams of true qi.

However, the damage those four streams of true qi had just inflicted upon his organs clung to them like maggots to bone, still lingering there and ceaselessly harming them.

Having gained the upper hand, Su Que showed no mercy. As his right fist withdrew, his left fist thundered out after it!

Bai Wuji's internal organs were wracked with pain, distracting him for a moment. In his panic, he hastily raised a palm to block the punch.

Bang!

Su Que's fist struck Bai Wuji's palm.

Seven waves of fist force, carrying four streams of true qi, once more broke through Bai Wuji's Minor Self-Harm Skill true qi and invaded his body, running rampant through his internal organs.

In an instant, Bai Wuji's face turned crimson, as though blood were about to drip from it. Then he vomited a mouthful of blood.

It stained the long beard beneath his chin and the pristine white Daoist robe upon his chest.

'Seven Injuries Fist?!'

Once the seven waves of fist force entered his body, Bai Wuji finally recognized Su Que's fist technique.

He had read a copied manual of Seven Injuries Fist, and had also exchanged moves with subordinates who had cultivated it.

When he had first joined the White Lotus Sect, he too had considered cultivating Seven Injuries Fist.

But first, he had already cultivated Minor Self-Harm Skill at the time. If he wished to cultivate another Martial Arts technique that damaged the body, he had to think twice and thrice.

Second, he knew that Seven Injuries Fist was easy to learn but difficult to master. He feared that after learning it, he would fail to cultivate it to profound heights and end up damaging his body for nothing.

So he had not cultivated it.

'That Mysterious Martial Artist has cultivated Seven Injuries Fist to such a level; his body must have suffered immense damage, and his ability to withstand blows cannot be strong!'

'As long as we keep fighting, the one who loses in the end may not necessarily be me!'

As this thought arose, a thread of hope once again sprang up in Bai Wuji's heart, which had nearly fallen into despair.

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