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Once he grasped this pattern, he was confident that he could defeat his opponent after the ten breaths had passed. As for Sky Blade Song Que, he was not a match to begin with, and now that he had forcibly integrated the Cold Moon Palace into himself, this disabled cripple was even less likely to stand a chance.

The star, emitting a frigid aura, began to revolve, seemingly trying to suppress the old beggar.

The old beggar stretched out his hand and summoned a big stick, smashing it down towards the azure star hanging in the void.

“Eat your grandpa the beggar’s big stick!”

The ground trembled, and the atmosphere exploded with a series of powerful shockwaves, as both sides tried to suppress the other with brute force.

Although the old beggar held Immortal Spirit Qi, he lacked a corresponding Cultivation Technique to activate it, so he could only pour out the Immortal Spirit Qi in the most primitive way to oppress his foe.

“Clang clang clang!”

After several consecutive strikes, the old beggar took out a certain treasure, preparing to consume it once again.

Mei Changqing’s eyes brightened; he had been waiting for this moment to arrive.

He suddenly exerted force with his hand, sending out a strong surge of energy, shattering the small bottle in the old beggar’s hand into powder from a distance, spilling the certain treasure all over the ground.

“I’m gonna…”

The old beggar flew into a rage. That certain treasure was not easily found, and Li Xiaobai hadn’t given him much. Now, to see a bottle smashed, made his heart ache unbearably.

Just as he was about to take out another bottle of the certain treasure, it was already too late.

A star erupted, blasting him out into the air.

“Old Song, stop watching the show and finish him off!”

The old beggar glared at Song Que in anger, blaming him for not helping. If it was a two against one fight, he would definitely have been able to consume the treasure and regain control of the power.

“A top-notch expert actually thinking of two against one, where’s your pride?”

Song Que’s eye twitched, a forehead full of black lines. You were an invincible entity just a while ago, facing a junior high-level martial artist and your heart is set on a two against one fight, shamelessly setting a new low.

“What’s pride? Can you eat it?”

“Didn’t we come here just to kill Mei Changqing? I told you long ago, in the world of the strong only the result matters, not the process. Go finish him off!”

The old beggar rolled his eyes. Seeing Mei Changqing preparing to continue his offensive from afar, he quickly urged Song Que. He needed time to consume the treasure; otherwise, being entangled just meant getting pummeled.

“Shut up. I was wrong to have any hope for you before. Just step aside and watch how I do it!”

Song Que sneered, his fingers gripping a short knife which he plunged into the soil. In an instant, the surrounding hundred miles turned into a vast Blade Domain.

Blade qi crisscrossed wildly, and plants emanating pure blade intent grew from beneath the ground, revealing their ferocious fangs.

“Blade Domain, infusing the Formation and one’s own understanding of blade intent into the blade, there’s a saying of walking through a landscape of blade mountains and sea of fire — quite the ingenuity indeed.”

Mei Changqing chuckled lightly, unfazed. His figure flickered as he continued to rush towards the old beggar. The Cold Moon Palace on his forehead trembled, transforming everything in his path into an Ice and Snow World. The fierce blade qi was instantly frozen, then cracked inch by inch, turning into dust.

“This…”

Song Que was shocked. His most confident technique had failed. What a terrifying pay-for-power player!

Mei Changqing’s fist shattered the starry sky, falling from the heavens and striking the old beggar who was still reaching for the treasure, causing him to spit blood and collapse to the ground.

“Hmph, just a rabble, since you’re already washed up, you might as well retire peacefully. Provoking me time and again, do you really think I dare not kill you?”

Mei Changqing’s eyes flashed coldly, and he put forth strength in his hand, pressing a palm towards the beggar’s forehead.

The anticipated scene of blood and gore did not occur. A flicker of confusion appeared in Mei Changqing’s eyes. His hand had indeed pressed onto that dirty head, but nothing happened. His strength vanished like a stone sinking into the ocean, without stirring the slightest ripple.

“Bang!”

A tremendous force came, and Mei Changqing was sent flying backward.

In the void, two huge hands that covered the skies stretched out, clasped together, and held a deep blue star within their grasp. Then, with a grinding motion, they crushed it until it cracked and exploded bit by bit.

“Pfft!”

Mei Changqing coughed up large mouthfuls of blood as if it cost him nothing, the blood spraying wildly. His Primordial Spirit was half-eroded, plunging him into a near-death state in an instant.

With his body’s skills in chaos and the Spiritual Energy running wild inside him, his Primordial Spirit Power weakened to its nadir, leaving him at the mercy of the rampaging Spiritual Power destroying his internal organs.

“This… how is this possible, you clearly didn’t have time to swallow any medicine!”

Mei Changqing struggled to widen his eyes, glaring at the figure slowly rising from the ground before him.

The old beggar spat out a mouthful of spittle mixed with tiny stones and clumps of dirt.

“Motherfucker, forcing Old Beggar to kneel and lick.”

The old beggar cursed and fumed. Just now, he had no choice but to lick clean a treasure that had been scattered on the ground, and Song Que had witnessed the entire process. He could say that he had completely lost face today.

“You…”

Mei Changqing was so angry he couldn’t speak, his vision darkening as another mouthful of blood spurted out. He had guarded against every possibility but had not foreseen this!

You are one of the top experts on the Mainland, an invincible figure who had dominated an era, and yet you’re kneeling on the ground licking up medicine. Where is your pride? Where is your persistence as a strong person?

He had miscalculated the bottom line of the Old Beggar’s shamelessness. The old man had completely changed; he was no longer the War God who once looked down on all beings. He had become a vile old man, utterly without limits.

“What ‘you’? If you had obediently stayed suppressed, there would have been no trouble, yet you had to stir up so much drama.”

The old beggar continued cursing and complaining. He felt like he had lost out since he was supposed to be there just to pick up leftovers, but in the end, he was almost suppressed by someone else.

“Elder Tianwu, I never expected you would resort to this kneeling and licking tactic. Truly worthy of an invincible figure, just this act alone is not something just anyone can imitate. I will make sure to publish this story in the Immortal Spirit Daily, to show my deepest respect for you!”

Song Que chuckled mockingly, his eyes full of teasing.

“Hmph, if it weren’t for the Old Beggar kneeling and licking, you would have been dead long ago!”

The old beggar said with a grim expression.

Song Que smiled faintly, without arguing. With a flick of his hand, his blade fell, and he sliced the limp Mei Changqing into a human stick. This vendetta was finally settled.

“Gurgle, gurgle!”

A small green bottle suddenly rolled out from beneath him, and drops of vibrant green liquid full of bursting vitality flowed into Mei Changqing’s mouth.

“My lord, I have encountered a disaster. I beseech you to act once more, to bestow upon me Immortal Spirit Qi!”

Mei Changqing took a deep breath, ignoring the trauma to his internal organs as he tried to connect with the altar deep in the borderlands, hoping to open a pathway.

But immediately, his expression changed.

There was no response from deep in the borderlands. The altar had vanished!