I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense chapter-445-446-youre-high-on-drugs-im-betting-my-life

Although he was now devoid of Immortal Spirit Qi, his momentum had surged; whether it was Sky Blade Song Que or Elder Tianwu, he overlooked them both. Confident he didn’t need to use Immortal Spirit Qi, he believed he could severely weaken both adversaries.

“Haha, Mei Changqing, daring to suppress Old Beggar will have severe consequences. Without Immortal Spirit Qi, today you’ll taste the might of Old Beggar!”

Enemies meeting face to face is exceptionally infuriating. Old Beggar was also howling wildly as he pulled out a big stick from his trouser crotch and, as it swelled in the wind, he viciously smashed it towards Mei Changqing.

“Great Zhou Heavenly Constellation Dust Prohibition Method!”

Mei Changqing narrowed his eyes, his aura as vast as the mountains and rivers; his fists manifested stars and pushed everything aside. In merely an instant, the sword light slashing through the void cracked bit by bit, the ground’s rocks tumbled, and the earth shattered as if the sky was breaking, releasing a horrifying might that seemed to once again pierce the dome of heaven.

“Damn, he’s so fierce. That little wench didn’t manage to exhaust anything!”

Old Beggar’s expression changed. He threw the big stick he was holding and turned to run. He had just sipped from a certain treasure and could not fully utilize the energy within his body, so he was no match for the opponent.

“Old Song, leave this guy to you for now. Old Beggar needs a moment to brew an invincible state of mind!”

Song Que’s gaze was dark. He coldly said, “Trash, you can’t even control your own cultivation level. You’re no longer qualified to meddle in our battle. Get lost!”

“I’ll be damned…”

Old Beggar was choked with rage. He quickly took out a certain treasure and began to guzzle it down. Now was not the time for pride; he had to recover his strength as quickly as possible and then suppress his opponent.

“City Lord Mei, it’s been a while. I’ve always remembered the debt for that arm of mine.”

Song Que smiled grimly, revealing his pearly white teeth as he spoke.

“You couldn’t stay put and guard the gates in the Holy City; you had to come to the foremost battlefield and cause trouble. Do you no longer want the other hand, too?”

Mei Changqing’s eyes glinted with a crimson glow as he spoke lightly.

“You sharp-tongued lad, today you have no helpers. Even if I have only one hand, I can still chop you to pieces!”

Song Que’s eyes looked fierce as he lightly touched the hilt of his sword, a cold gleam flashing suddenly. A strand of silvery thread slowly drifted towards Mei Changqing.

Mei Changqing’s gaze sharpened. This silvery thread contained terrifying sword intent. It only appeared light and slow because the sword light’s speed was so great it caused a visual distortion, making it seem slow to the naked eye.

For this single slash, he could attest that the adversary’s strength had recovered substantially. Although not as formidable as at his peak, compared to before, it was a significant advancement.

“It must be thanks to Huazi and the bathhouse, letting this fellow regain some strength. Luckily, there hasn’t been much time. If he were allowed to cultivate in peace for several months, he really might return to his peak strength, and then I would have no choice but to wait for death!”

Pondering for a moment, the sword light was already near at hand. With a casual gesture, he lifted the limp Ling Xue’er from the ground and threw her towards the silver thread twinkling in the void.

Song Que’s expression changed drastically. His killing intent was sky-high but directed only at Mei Changqing; he had no inclination to kill the innocent, least of all Ling Xue’er, now grievously injured and incapacitated.

Twisting his wrist, another earth-shattering blade light tore through the sky, catching up with the silver thread and dissipating the sword intent mere inches away from Ling Xue’er.

“Despicable, Mei Changqing. As the lord of the foremost battlefield, standing as a peak powerhouse on the Mainland, you actually used a severely injured woman as a shield today—utterly shameless and despicable!”

“Living half a lifetime, I’ve never seen someone so utterly shameless!”

Song Que’s eyes blazed with fury, his heart seething with agitation, longing to split the other man in two on the spot.

Mei Changqing chuckled, “Being able to take a knife for the City Lord is her great honor. You’re still too soft-hearted, that’s your fatal weakness. Today, you will all die here, and I will unify the entire frontier to become the sole Overlord of the Flesh Mountain Battlefield!”

Above the clouds, a colossal Divine Demon projection transformed into a deep blue star, radiating an ancient and mysterious aura. It rapidly shrank and merged into a streak of light that entered Mei Changqing’s forehead.

“Haha, this Primordial Spirit Refinement Technique is indeed not bad. Though it has some side effects, after I’ve killed you all, this frontier will no longer pose a threat!”

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A surge of energy whirled around Mei Changqing, his starlight dazzling. He stretched out a hand and waved it in the direction of Song Que, grasping in the air. In an instant, Song Que felt his body sink, the void compressed around him, rendering him immobile.

“Old Song, fall back!”

“Here comes the old beggar!”

The dirty and unkempt old man once again charged out, also extending a hand and grasping at the air in front of him. In just a moment, Mei Changqing’s expression changed.

He felt a familiar and terrifying energy, the Immortal Spirit Qi, an immense amount of it.

His figure rapidly retreated, attempting to escape the space.

Seconds later, the spot where he had been standing silently disintegrated into a pool of powder.

“Your cultivation level has recovered? How did you manage that!” Mei Changqing exclaimed, his eyes flashing with fear. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

He remembered being suppressed deep in the frontier, this old thing seemed to have some sort of drug that could temporarily restore cultivation levels.

“The unmatched old beggar’s invincible time, what’s the big deal about restoring cultivation level?”

“Boy, you dared to suppress the old beggar at the frontier, I must say, you’ve got guts. You don’t need me to spell out what consequences you’ll face today, do you?”

The old beggar took another big gulp of some treasure and said indifferently. He had already decided to suppress Mei Changqing in the latrine cesspool for at least a hundred years.

“Elder Tianwu visited the true and substantial, able to begin controlling Immortal Spirit Qi, only it seems he needs drugs to mobilize it, huh.”

Mei Changqing’s gaze was fixed on the small bottle in the old beggar’s hand as he spoke slowly.

Knowing the other party didn’t genuinely have control over this power was enough. Since this old man relied on drugs to harness the energy, Mei Changqing wouldn’t give him the chance to take them.

His internal cultivation technique went into overdrive. The deep blue star between his eyebrows shone brightly, and he reached out to grab at the void. The Cold Moon Palace, which had separated from Ling Xue’er’s forehead, was forcibly pulled into his hand by Mei Changqing and merged into his Primordial Spirit.

In the center of his forehead, a great star and a palace alternately rose and sank, releasing a terrifying power that suppressed everything.

“Primordial Spirit Refinement Technique, not only refining one’s own Primordial Spirit but also forcibly integrating someone else’s Magic Treasure into the Primordial Spirit. You’re burning through your life!”

Surprise registered in the old beggar’s eyes. The Primordial Spirit Refinement Technique was inherently a move that hurt the enemy a thousand and self eight hundred. To merge with one Primordial Spirit alone requires enduring great pain, yet Mei Changqing was now incorporating Ling Xue’er’s Cold Moon Palace into his own Primordial Spirit as well.

This was undoubtedly a depletion of life.

Mei Changqing shook his head, his eyes flashing with madness:

“You take your drugs, I burn through my life, why not?”