The Death of Chen Ajiu, the One Blade Style Reveals Its Edge!

"You, damn you!"

Chen Ajiu's blood-red eyes were filled with killing intent.

The long blade at his waist was drawn with a fierce clang, and he brought it down toward Li Qiming.

Dozens of cyan blade auras, dense and overwhelming, surged crazily toward Li Qiming.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

Every blade shadow shimmered with a chilling glint under the moonlight, each possessing tangible lethality as they struck the ground, gouging out pits the size of a human head.

Facing these dozens of blade shadows, Li Qiming swung his blade to parry, but even using his full strength, his body was sent flying backward, covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.

"So this is the power of Blade Intent... truly terrifying!" Li Qiming couldn't help but exclaim.

He possessed the Strength of an Elephant and had Ten Years of Blood Qi Power within him, yet he could barely withstand a single strike from his opponent!

Blade Intent was completely unreasonable.

Moreover, the Blade Intent Chen Ajiu had mastered was merely a rudimentary form; it didn't even count as true Blade Intent yet.

"Heh, kid, dying under my blade is no injustice!" Seeing Li Qiming heavily wounded by a single strike, Chen Ajiu immediately wore a look of disdain.

He had thought this kid might be something special.

Now it seemed, he was nothing more than this!

"Is that so..." Li Qiming grinned.

The two Bone Refining realm experts he had just killed—one mid-stage, one Great Perfection—had both possessed traits.

He glanced at his panel:

[Innate Blade Sense: Blade Art Talent/Rare]

[Innate Blade Sense: Your comprehension of blade techniques is raised to Level 5. Your original blade technique comprehension was Level 1.]

[Twenty Years of Blood Qi Power: Martial Path Realm/Rare.]

[Twenty Years of Blood Qi Power: This is the current limit your body can bear; you may choose to use it with confidence.]

With a single thought, Li Qiming activated both traits.

Under the amplification of [Innate Blade Sense], his comprehension of blade arts increased several times over.

And as the [Twenty Years of Blood Qi Power] was infused into his body, it made his entire being burn with an unbearable heat, leaving him with an urge to vent!

"What?" Chen Ajiu's eyes widened in shock.

He felt an extremely formidable surge of Blood Qi rising from his opponent!

"Die for me!" Chen Ajiu made a split-second decision, using all his strength to control his Blade Intent as he brought his blade down toward Li Qiming's head.

The ten blade shadows suddenly split into individual silver-white feathers, each one shimmering with a sharp blade aura!

The sharp feathers were dense and all-encompassing, falling like a torrential downpour toward Li Qiming.

"Feather Blade!" Chen Ajiu roared.

This was his finishing move!

However.

In the center of the sky-filling Feather Blade, the blade in Li Qiming's hand was also raised simultaneously.

"Using one blade to block my sky-filling Feather Blade? Heh..." Chen Ajiu curled his lips; the opponent's actions were truly laughable.

But the next moment, his mocking expression froze on his face.

The blade in Li Qiming's hand moved faster and faster; that curved blade danced in his grip, leaving no room for air to pass through.

Though he only had one blade, he danced it into the likeness of a shield.

Li Qiming's hand holding the blade had turned into a blur. In his mind, the Nine Style Blade Art he had previously practiced suddenly became crystal clear; wherever his thoughts went, exquisite blade techniques were executed as naturally as breathing.

Furthermore, the more he swung, the more he understood. His blade technique was growing stronger with every passing second!

"How is this possible?!" Chen Ajiu was astonished.

This kid had looked like a novice with a blade just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, he was comparable to a first-rate blade master!

"The shadow of the Nine Style Blade Art... is that the Shield Blade Art?" Qin Yu murmured. He had gifted this blade technique to Li Qiming, so he naturally recognized it.

But the Nine Style Blade Art couldn't possibly be this strong; it was merely an ordinary third-rate manual.

Suddenly, Qin Yu realized: the blade technique was still third-rate, but it all depended on who was wielding it!

It wasn't that his blade technique was strong, but rather... Li Qiming was too strong!

In reality, that was indeed the case.

Li Qiming's Strength of an Elephant, combined with Thirty Years of Blood Qi Power, plus Blade Like Wind and Innate Blade Sense.

Only through this comprehensive amplification could he turn decay into magic.

An ordinary, third-rate blade technique, yet in the hands of Li Qiming at this moment, it was as if he were aided by a god!

At this time.

Every martial artist in the Bone Refining Realm and Blood Refining Realm could not help but cease their combat.

Their gazes turned toward the woods, where, under the moonlight, the Ruthless Blade Feathers fluttered across the sky.

Even more incredible than the blade feathers was the tall, slender figure standing steadily amidst the swirling storm of blades.

With every swing of his blade, the grey-robed youth struck sparks against the feathers; no matter how the surrounding feathers shifted and danced, he used only one blade to deflect them all!

"What astonishing blade technique! What a fast blade!" Mo Su could not help but exclaim aloud.

Beside him, Wang Liang was also stunned, though for some reason, he felt that the blurred figure amidst the blade feathers seemed somewhat familiar.

Li Qiming's mind was blank, letting his body's instincts execute the Nine Style Blade Art; right now, there was only one blade technique in his mind.

One Blade Style!

Under the amplification of two blade technique talents, his perception and comprehension of the blade had reached an incredible level.

Yet, he still felt a barrier between himself and the One Blade Style.

Just a little more... if he were given just a little more time, he would surely grasp the One Blade Style!

A trace of black blood spilled from the corner of Chen Ajiu's mouth; he knew he could not drag this out any longer and bit down on the Blood Demon Pill in his mouth.

Boom!

A terrifying, evil aura erupted from Chen Ajiu's body.

His strength had doubled!

The sky full of blade feathers merged into one, forming an immensely large phantom of a giant blade in the void.

"Die!" Chen Ajiu smiled confidently, then swung his blade violently.

Simultaneously, the giant blade phantom in the sky descended upon Li Qiming with endless might!

Chen Ajiu was confident that even a true early-stage Organ Refining martial artist could never withstand this strike!

This strike was invincible beneath the Organ Refining Realm!

Unless the opponent broke through to become a mid-stage Organ Refining expert on the spot, it was absolutely impossible to survive!

Li Qiming truly could not withstand this strike.

However, who said he had to block it?

"Trying to dodge? You cannot possibly escape..." Chen Ajiu seemed to see through Li Qiming's intentions and shook his head.

He was extremely confident in this strike; even a mid-stage Organ Refining expert could only block it, not dodge it!

Rumble!

Suddenly, Chen Ajiu vaguely heard a faint sound of thunder...

The next moment.

Beneath the descending phantom blade, a flicker of purple lightning flashed.

"What is this?" Before Chen Ajiu could see clearly, he felt a sudden chill at his neck.

Glancing to the side, his eyes reflected the chiseled, sharp profile of the grey-robed disciple.

When? Why did he appear here?

Why was he sheathing his blade?

Boom!

At this moment, the giant void blade slammed into the ground, massive energy spilling outward as an invisible gale sent the surrounding trees swaying wildly.

As the fierce wind brushed past his cheeks, Chen Ajiu felt himself flying; the world spun before his eyes, and with a thud, his head landed on the ground.

His eyes looked in astonishment at the grey-robed figure, who appeared so tall, imposing, and unfathomable.

Clang.

Li Qiming fully sheathed his blade, his robes fluttering and snapping in the wind.

"Such a fast... blade..."

Chen Ajiu glanced at his own headless body, and as his vision went black, he lost consciousness completely.