Chapter 131: Impossible-grade Mission (4): Forbidden Combat Art

"For my family," the middle-aged man roared as his speed suddenly surged.

Boom!

The ground caved in by at least 4 metres from the sheer force of the rebound as the middle-aged man sprinted.

"Forbidden combat art: Qi Mortem," the middle-aged man roared as the surrounding qi was instantly drawn into his body like a black hole. All the qi entered his body and was rapidly converted into wind Qi.

The wind Qi concentrated in his legs, causing them to expand to an exaggerated degree, resembling the essence of wind itself.

It was as if the old man was tearing through the void. He covered a distance of a kilometre in a matter of seconds, his speed reaching an extremely terrifying level as he closed in on Lu Zhen.

Suddenly, Lu Zhen's instincts went haywire as he heard a deafening tearing sound greater than anything he had experienced.

Lu Zhen wanted to jump to the side; however, he wasn't given a moment. Still, Lu Zhen was able to jump a little, causing the trajectory of the attack to be redirected from slicing through his neck.

Swish!

Lu Zhen violently coughed up blood as he felt a katana cleanly slice through him. It cut his vertebra in half, almost reaching his heart in that swift slash.

Lu Zhen's vision dimmed as he fell to the ground. However, Lu Zhen hurriedly rolled to the side, ignoring the pain he felt in his back as he swiftly coated his vertebrae with his wood qi to support him, with blood trailing behind him on the ground as Lu Zhen rolled.

A katana sliced at the previous place where Lu Zhen had fallen down in a terrifying speed creating a carter of 2 metres just from the sheer force of the katana in the ground.

"Remember the person who killed you. You monster, Xia Di," he roared as he raised his katana.

"Dragon Vajra Slash."

The surrounding qi was still being absorbed by Xia Di, like a sponge instantly converting it into wind qi in his body, providing him with an infinite source of wind energy. The katana in his hands seemed to have a faint vision of a white dragon as it crackled with wind.

Lu Zhen saw a vision of a faint white dragon, seemingly the god of wind himself, controlling the wind effortlessly and creating storms out of nowhere.

He hurriedly used his [Verdant Whirlwind] trying to cancel the move as Lu Zhen tried to ignore the distraction from the vision as much as possible, but to his despair, he found that he couldn't conjure any wind even when he used the combat art.

"I am not going to die here," a ruthless glint flashed in Lu Zhen's eyes. He channeled every last bit of his wood Qi, coating his legs with it. With the full weight of his body, he drove himself into the ground like a drill, narrowly avoiding Xia Di's lethal strike.

As Lu Zhen's body burrowed deeper into the ground, it was as though the very fabric of the void itself was being torn asunder by the swinging katana. It produced a violent and terrifying wind, reminiscent of the magnificent white dragon from his vision, shattering everything in its path as it reached up towards the sky.

The dragon-shaped vortex seemed to ascend to the sky, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. After travelling for some distance, a thunderous "boom" reverberated through the sky, resembling a nuclear explosion. The clouds parted, and a mushroom-shaped void appeared in the sky, revealing the radiant sun.

"Huff! Huff!" his entire body was devoid of vitality as his skin stuck to his bone however he was still somehow alive.

"Little brat, I've won," the skeleton-like figure said, his frail hand barely lifting the katana as he went for Lu Zhen, the blade aiming directly for his skull.

Lu Zhen's eyes widened in sheer helplessness as he could only watch the deadly trajectory of the katana. Time appeared to slow down, and he felt entirely powerless.

"Am I going to die? Just after I was transmigrated to this world. What did I do wrong to die so quickly?" his thoughts raced as the blade approached.