Epic Crossover

The snow fell even heavier, Qing Chen was covered in layers of snow, which were then blown away by the aftershocks of the battle between Li Shutong and Li Bingxi.

He watched intently, and even though his internal organs were shaking and he felt extremely uncomfortable, he didn't utter a single word, for fear of distracting his master.

Gradually, the wind and snow were drawn by the energy, forming a huge tornado outside the battlefield.

However, at one point, Qing Chen suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Because Li Shutong's attack speed has become slower and slower, he has lost the fierce and unparalleled power he once possessed.

At the beginning of the battle, Qing Chen couldn't even see his master's shadow. Only when his master and Li Bingxi clashed could he see a frozen afterimage.

And now, the figure of my master is becoming clearer and clearer.

Their fighting stance is becoming increasingly conservative...

In contrast, Li Bingxi seemed completely unconcerned about whether his clone was seriously injured, so he adopted no defensive stance and went all out every time he attacked.

Has Master exhausted himself?

From the start of the battle until now, Li Shutong has only done one thing: protect Qing Chen.

No matter how fierce Li Bingxi's attacks were, Li Shutong's defensive perimeter never retreated an inch.

Li Bingxi couldn't even touch a hair on Qing Chen's head.

Amidst the heavy snow, Li Shutong slowly spoke:

"The most intimidating aspect of Kashima's legacy is its sheer number. Look at Li Bingxi, who splits into twelve, his attacks as relentless as a downpour. All twelve clones are his true self, but the direction of his cultivation is fundamentally flawed."

"Above demigods, all those who transcend the mortal realm strive for the ultimate personal limit. What is this ultimate personal limit? It is to rival the gods with a mortal body!"

"Although Li Bingxi divided his forces into twelve, each one was weakened. Every time he divided one, he weakened it by one point."

"Perhaps you can't see the difference at your current level, but for an opponent like a demigod, even a slight difference represents a difference of an entire realm!"

"In the days to come, you can try to channel your Knight True Qi into the enemy's body the moment you make contact, thus breaking through their defenses from a single point."

"Watch closely!"

As the words fell to the ground along with the snow, Li Shutong had already arrived in front of one of Li Bingxi's clones, who instinctively swung his palm down.

But before the palm strike could land, Li Shutong's figure suddenly accelerated and vanished without a trace once more.

When Li Shutong's foot struck the clone, Qing Chen clearly felt the Knight True Qi surging within Li Shutong, gathering on the sole of his foot and erupting like thunder.

With a deafening roar, Li Bingxi's clone disintegrated, scattering backward in a radial pattern along with the snowflakes, also scattering the newly formed tornado.

Qing Chen stared blankly. This level of battle was the most he had ever seen in his life. When they attacked, it was as if they were wielding the power of heaven and earth.

He wondered when he would reach that level.

Even if someone told him that his master, Li Shutong, could shatter a main battle tank with a single palm strike, he wouldn't doubt it.

What Li Shutong is doing now is teaching him how to use the Knight True Qi.

At this moment, the remaining Li Bingxi clones each took a small step, and a new Li Bingxi clone appeared again.

Li Bingxi sneered, "At this point, you still have the heart to teach your disciples? What good is breaking through one clone? You still can't break through this battle formation."

Li Shutong laughed and said, "The more clones you have, the weaker you become. This is something we both know, so there's no need to make it sound mysterious."

Li Bingxi sneered again, "And how much better are you? You already wasted your energy fighting against Shen Daichihachi's shikigami, and now you're surrounded. I remember clearly, I also landed three punches on you."

As they spoke, the four shikigami around them stepped forward, seemingly ready to make a move at any moment.

The oppressive feeling, as if towering mountains were pressing down on him from above, made Qing Chen's mind tremble.

At this moment, Qing Chen felt that his master's aura remained calm and unhurried.

That's strange. Does Master not intend to escape?

What is Master waiting for?!

The snowy northern plains.

A group dressed in black was rushing towards the battlefield. Each of them had a huge katana strapped to their back, clearly indicating that they were from the Kishare Gomen lineage within the Kamishiro Corporation.

They were originally loyal followers of that ancestor from the Age of Gods, and now they've come to break the deadlock.

These six B-Class assassins moved with incredible speed, leaping across the snow with the agility of swallows.

Not far away, on a snow-capped mountain, two young men wearing windbreakers and sunglasses had just reached the summit.

One person had a rosy complexion, radiating joy, while the other was pale, as if there was nothing in the world to be happy about.

Strangely, the two were carrying enormous hiking backpacks, towering over people.

One of the young men, his face beaming with joy, took off his sunglasses and exclaimed, "Ah, what a heavy snowfall!"

This sound immediately attracted the attention of the six assassins.

The assassins exchanged glances, but ignored the two young men and continued speeding south.

The beaming young man laughed and said, "Damn it, they're ignoring me. Hey boss, isn't this a coincidence? I came here on a mission from the Qing family, and you came here on a mission from the Chen family, and now we're stuck together. Doesn't this count as an epic crossover Inner World?!"

However, the pale-faced young man next to him, wearing white headphones, seemed not to have heard a word he said.

Or perhaps, even if she hears what he says, she doesn't intend to pay him any attention.

The startled young man put on his sunglasses and looked at him. "Do I look handsome in sunglasses? By the way, are you the older brother or the younger brother now?"

He leaned closer to the other person's headphones, and when he heard rock music, he curled his lip and said, "It's the older brother, how boring."

The pale-faced man silently pointed to the backpacks behind the two of them, indicating that they should open them together.

He then opened his backpack, turned it upside down, and began to shake it out.

In an instant, countless paper swifts fell from the backpack opening, but before they even hit the ground, they came to life and flew into the sky one by one!

The deafeningly loud heavy metal music blared from the headphones, and amidst the hysterical screams, the pale-faced young man remained remarkably calm.

This presents a stark contrast.

"Depraved, restless, dead."

"Addicted, serene, alive."

"For those who are to be judged."

"For those who are redeemed."

Hundreds of paper swifts pierced through the music playing in the headphones.

Soaring through the snow.

The pale-faced young man gazed intently at the white world, while the swift followed his will to the other side of the world.

The six warriors Kishare Gomen also noticed the swifts, and their expressions changed.

"Fight to the death!" a samurai roared, unsheathe his katana from his back and grip it at his waist, charging toward the oncoming swift.

At the summit, the pale-faced young man sighed.

"Destroyed, angry, buried."

"Joyful, nostalgic, beautiful."

"They all died."

In an instant, the black-clad warrior in the snow drew his sword!

The hundreds of white swifts, fluttering about, deftly bypassed the blade and pierced through the samurai's chest like bullets.

The white swifts turned red.

The pale-faced young man let the swifts chase after all the warriors, then looked at the cheerful young man beside him and said, "Open it."

"Aww!" The young man, beaming with joy, unpacked his backpack and dumped it out.

The pale-faced young man was about to take control when his expression suddenly changed.

What fell out of the backpack was not a new swiftlet, but a whole bag of neatly folded Little Jumping Frog!

The Little Jumping Frog have also come to life, and they are all hopping outwards.

The pale-faced young man, expressionless, finally took off his headphones, and then heard another person next to him singing, "Happy pond, plant dreams and they become ocean, bulging eyes and big mouth, singing just as loudly..."

The two seemed to be in different worlds, experiencing different emotions.

The pale-faced young man remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Zard, you son of a bitch..."

Zard was still a little aggrieved. "Boss, I've been folding these for you for days! You just told me, and I started folding them right away! But the thing is, all I know how to fold are Little Jumping Frog! Look how fast they jump, they're really useful for finding people!"

As they spoke, the six warriors Kishare Gomen at the foot of the mountain had already died in the snow, and the blood-stained swifts had lost their vitality.

Huan Yu took a deep breath and controlled the Little Jumping Frog to search in different directions, deep into the snowfield.

They need to find an aging Onmyoji on this vast snowfield.

Zard asked from the side, "By the way, boss, where are you going after you finish your mission? How about we go to City 22 together? I heard the sukiyaki there is the most authentic."

Huan Yu turned to look at Zard, her eyes seeming to say: You just attacked the people of the God Era, and now you're going to eat sukiyaki at one of the God Era's strongholds.

"Want to go eat? It's on me," Zard said.

Huan Yu put her headphones back on expressionlessly, blocking out all the noise from the outside world.

After an unknown amount of time, he said softly, "Found it."

With that, he turned and walked down the mountain.

Zard yelled from the mountain, "Wait! Weren't we just supposed to find him? He's got eight S-rank shikigami with him, bro! We can't beat him!"

However, Huan Yu was wearing headphones and didn't hear what Zard said at all.

As he descended the mountain, he pulled a signal gun from his pocket and fired it into the sky in a certain direction.

The red light slowly rose into the sky and then slowly fell back down.

And the direction it points to will become the final stage today.

The protagonist of this stage is not any one person, but everyone on this stage.

There will be more tonight, but the time is uncertain.