Disaster Aversion Forbidden Zone

The puppet's target was the soul Song Zongwu held in his hand. It was clearly trying to stop him from examining its memories.

Ren Qing's expression flickered with uncertainty as his right hand gripped the Great Miao Saber tightly.

His Double Pupils turned. He saw countless openings in the puppet, and its constitution seemed even weaker than it had been in life.

The puppet had already come within half a meter of Song Zongwu. Its right arm stretched out limply to grab him.

Clang!!!

Ren Qing drew the Great Miao Saber from his back, its sharp edge flashing through the room.

His footwork gradually accelerated, though his speed remained at the level of an ordinary Martial Human Realm cultivator.

A great stride, a swing of the saber, a retreat.

Ren Qing's movements were exceptionally crisp and clean, as if he had planned every move long ago. Even as he swung his saber, he pulled farther away.

The puppet's arm was severed at the root, falling to the ground and turning into rotten mud.

It really doesn't seem dangerous?

Ren Qing found it somewhat unbelievable, but his attacks immediately became more proactive. He kept striking as he darted and weaved about.

The puppet had already been chopped into eight pieces.

Yet Ren Qing did not sheath the Great Miao Saber. Instead, his expression grew grave.

The rotten mud gathered back into a human shape, vividly imitating Ren Qing's movements. It looked somewhat ridiculous.

To make snow pile upon frost, a tremendous crash came from outside Sibu Hall. Forbidden Guards had likely entered already, only to be held back by some unknown method.

"Either end the battle before the Forbidden Guards arrive, or interrupt Song Zongwu in time."

Ren Qing discovered that the puppet still posed no threat. He switched to holding the saber with both hands, dragging its edge over the ground with a piercing screech.

The blade pierced through the puppet like a spear.

Yet the puppet seemed undying and indestructible. After gathering itself again, its appearance became even closer to Ren Qing's, while its difficulty increased further.

"Damn it, just what kind of Arts does that Forbidden Zone possess? Why are they so bizarre when combined?!!"

Ren Qing did not dare hesitate too long. Strike after strike, he chopped the puppet into fragments.

The two became entangled in battle. On the surface, the puppet still had no power to fight back, but its reassembly was growing faster.

Ren Qing faced an enemy that never tired and could seemingly grow stronger without limit in battle. How troublesome it was went without saying.

Before long, wounds began appearing on his body.

If it had been someone else, they might have lost their composure and fallen into a disadvantage because of this.

But Ren Qing instead became increasingly focused. His Double Pupils spun past their limit, while wolf fur gradually grew from his legs.

Because he had discovered the benefits of battle. Ren Qing was likewise nourishing war through war, and the Divine Feet Scripture was becoming second nature to him.

At worst, he could simply interrupt Song Zongwu. He only needed to swing his saber without restraint.

Ren Qing immersed himself in the battle. The feeling of improving with every breath made his heart open and his spirit brighten, and he had even cast the pain from his wounds to the back of his mind.

As time passed, although the Great Miao Saber could no longer harm the puppet, he still remained invincible by Foreseeing Enemy Actions.

Yet Ren Qing did not realize that the puppet was already showing signs of Aberration.

Roar!!!

The puppet transformed into a Werewolf, radiating an immensely powerful aura.

Ren Qing retreated several steps and came to his senses. Only then did he realize that the puppet had copied his Divine Feet Scripture and had even gone a step further.

Just as he was about to interrupt Song Zongwu, his Double Pupils noticed something strange.

The puppet's aura appeared to have reached the pinnacle of the Half-Corpse Realm, but in truth, it was like water without roots. Its body had become firewood burning in flames.

It would collapse in ten breaths at most...

Ren Qing raised his saber and blocked the puppet's path.

Bang!!!

The puppet became an afterimage. A claw struck Ren Qing's chest, cracks spreading through his ribs as he was sent flying.

The puppet fixed its sights on Song Zongwu again and immediately broke into a mad dash toward him.

Ren Qing knew the puppet could not harm Song Zongwu at all. Its purpose was to stop the memories within the soul from being examined.

Reason told him not to act rashly, but his body made the opposite decision.

Ren Qing adjusted his posture in midair, bringing himself into balance.

Then his legs kicked off the wall. Werewolf Transformation covered his lower body, while the Great Miao Saber in his hand was sheathed once more.

Seven breaths remained.

He could faintly hear increasingly heavy footsteps outside, showing that the Forbidden Guards were gradually drawing closer.

Ren Qing had only one chance to strike. If the puppet did not die, he would inevitably suffer grievous injuries.

He did not hesitate in the slightest. After a simple buildup of strength, he erupted violently.

His figure shot after the puppet.

Within the vision of his Double Pupils, the flow of time had slowed severalfold. He could even see every strand of fur on the puppet's body.

The Great Miao Saber left its sheath.

Ren Qing brushed past the puppet.

He appeared ten meters away, his back to the puppet. He wrapped the Great Miao Saber in cloth strips and skillfully stopped the bleeding from his wounds.

Behind him, a massive head soared into the air, landing on the ground and rolling several times.

The puppet still unwillingly tried to gather itself, but its body had already begun to collapse. In the blink of an eye, it completely vanished into ash.

A moment later, the wall burst open with a huge hole, and a three-meter-tall Muscle Giant stepped inside.

Song Zongwu opened his eyes at almost the same time. His face was filled with an inescapable gloom, and his expression was terrifying.

The moment he awoke, he knocked Ren Qing unconscious. Mainly because he did not want Ren Qing to interfere and fall into danger.

The Muscle Giant looked around, directly ignoring Ren Qing before turning his gaze toward Song Zongwu.

"Old Song, after making such a grand show of force, there wasn't even an Eerie Object..."

Whoosh!!!

A longsword came from a tricky angle, directly slicing open the Muscle Giant's neck. Blood immediately splattered everywhere.

The Muscle Giant's wound healed by itself, recovering by more than half within a few breaths.

"I seem to have heard something about an Eerie Object?"

Miss Bai stepped into the room through the hole, casually pulling the longsword from the wall and returning it to its sheath.

The Muscle Giant gave an awkward laugh without saying anything, obediently waiting for Song Zongwu to speak.

After pondering for a moment, Song Zongwu said, "How many Forbidden Guards remain in Sanxiang City now?"

The Muscle Giant answered, "Other than the Forbidden Guards stationed in the eastern, southern, western, and northern districts, there are still altogether..."

He suddenly realized something, and his expression became grave.

"The numbers are wrong."

Song Zongwu said calmly, "Seven people have been trapped to death inside the Forbidden Zone."

"How long has it been?"

"At least a month."

Miss Bai rarely voiced an opinion. "Should we prepare to collect the corpses?"

Song Zongwu let out a long sigh. "First seal off the area around the Forbidden Zone. Then find an opportunity to retrieve the Eerie Object at its core. Otherwise, the consequences will be unthinkable."

The Muscle Giant nodded and asked, "Do the Yamen records mention the name of this Forbidden Zone?"

"No, but I already know what Art forms the core of this Forbidden Zone."

"The Disaster Aversion Method. This Forbidden Zone is called the Disaster Aversion Forbidden Zone."

"The Disaster Aversion Method..."

Miss Bai could not help muttering it several times. She seemed to have heard of it as well.

Disaster Aversion Method

Created by ***, this method could only be cultivated by one born under the baleful lone star, someone fated to bring death to their parents from birth, with all who drew close doomed to die miserably. After mastering it, one could erase their own existence and thereby avert disaster.

The cultivator who created this Art had no name or surname. No one knew who they were.

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