An Eerie Peach

Shou Xing's origins were unknown to Meng Qi, but anyone whose name had been passed down from the Ancient Heavenly Court, where immortals and gods were everywhere, and who had governed the lifespan of mortals, was no ordinary person.

Yet at that very moment, his head was split open, his eyes set farther apart. He stared at Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang with a frozen gaze that held neither shock nor astonishment, neither despair nor fear. It was utterly vacant and indifferent, as if death could not stir his emotions—or as if he had no time to react.

Even someone as widely experienced and fearless as Meng Qi felt a chill crawl over him under that stare. But he had no time to dwell on it. The "eerie figure" in the Peach Garden had already pressed up behind him, breathing icy air against his neck!

The danger had reached its peak. Daring not to take any chances, Meng Qi treated this as the final moment. His forearm tensed, and he thrust Heaven's Wound backward, swift and covert. The blade shivered in empty space, contrasting with its solid advance, the two forces drawing together and generating streaks of pure yang thunder. They gathered along the blade, forming several thick layers of Purple-Green Lightning.

The Purple-Green Lightning surged forward, converging at the tip of the blade!

Boom!

Thunder exploded. Pure yang energy surged in every direction behind him, sweeping away evil and leaving Nothing Unbreakable.

Yet Meng Qi felt his saber strike nothing. As for whether the thunder had formed an ocean and swallowed the "eerie figure," he couldn't tell. His senses were suppressed by blood filth, and he couldn't turn around.

Just then, the ground around Shou Xing split open. Hideous blood-red branches and vines surged up, resembling both the roots