Chapter 103: No One Can Protect Her

Ling Qianxue was sent staggering back seven or eight steps by the force of the blow. Clutching her swollen, burning cheek, she stared at Jun Wushuang in a daze, unable to believe that he had actually dared to strike her.

She was a person belonging to His Highness the Crown Prince. This slap was not merely a strike against her; it was a strike against the Crown Prince’s own dignity—an act of blatant disrespect toward him.

"Jun Wushuang, how dare you strike me! If I don't tear you limb from limb today, my name is not Ling Qianxue!"

Ling Qianxue was furious, her beautiful eyes burning with intense rage. With a swift motion, she drew the blade from her back. A blade-light, resembling a shimmering ribbon, cut across the air for over a dozen meters, slashing directly toward Jun Wushuang’s head. The strike was faster than lightning and as cold as ice, cleaving the very air with a sharp hiss. It was so potent that it could have split a golden mountain in two.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Jun Wushuang sneered. With a reach, he drew the Asura Demon Blade.

"Asura Blade Slash!"

As he swung, a blood-red blade-light tore through the sky. A vision of mountains of corpses and seas of blood emerged, as if an Asura demon god had descended to harvest all living things. Though Jun Wushuang was only at the ninth level of the Spirit Sea Realm while Ling Qianxue was at the ninth level of the Heavenly Human Realm, his blade was far more terrifying. If Ling Qianxue’s blade was sharp and piercing, Jun Wushuang’s was a tool for the slaughter of the masses.

*Clang!*

The two blade energies collided as if real steel had met. Sparks flew, and shockwaves surged violently. Ling Qianxue’s brilliant, icy blade-light shattered instantly, proving unable to withstand the assault. Jun Wushuang’s blood-red strike, however, lost no momentum, surging toward Ling Qianxue like a murderous god.

"Impossible! You are only at the ninth level of the Spirit Sea Realm—how can you be stronger than me?"

Ling Qianxue’s pupils contracted in shock; she could not believe she had been bested. She was an entire major realm higher than Jun Wushuang. Moreover, she possessed the Blade-Edge Imperial Body and had spent over a decade honing her swordsmanship to a state of perfection. That she could be defeated by his strike while she was enraged was nothing short of a fantasy.

But she had no time to ponder; the blood-red light was already upon her, forcing her to strike again. With another slash, she finally managed to break the red energy, but the force drove her back three or four steps, leaving her utterly shaken.

"Innate Divine Ability: God-Slaying Wild Thunder!"

Jun Wushuang reached out as if to grasp the entire firmament, then swept his palm downward.

*BOOM!*

A bolt of lightning, as thick as a water barrel, descended from the sky like the wrath of heaven itself, intending to obliterate Ling Qianxue. The lightning contained not only terrifying destructive power but also a spiritual poison that made Ling Qianxue’s scalp crawl, plunging her into a crisis she had never faced before.

"Innate Divine Ability: Blade-Edge Will!"

Not daring to be careless, Ling Qianxue quickly activated her Blade-Edge Imperial Body, unleashing her unique imperial ability. Phantasmal blade-lights manifested around her by the hundreds. They wove together into a domain of blades, rushing to meet the God-Slaying Wild Thunder.

*BOOM!*

The collision produced a deafening roar, with energy explosions devastating the surroundings. Everything within a thirty-meter radius—buildings, rockeries, and flowerbeds—was reduced to ruins.

"No!"

Ling Qianxue’s expression changed drastically as she retreated, sensing a lethal threat. The next moment, she saw a flash of red—so vibrant it looked like fresh, dripping blood. No, it was not blood; it was a blade tip. The tip of the Asura Demon Blade.

Jun Wushuang had charged through the destructive storm, ignoring the chaos to strike. This blow was faster than lightning, capable of slaying gods and demons. Feeling the crisis reach its zenith, Ling Qianxue gripped her long blade and fought with all her might.

"Drifting Snow Blade Technique!"

She unleashed her most proficient technique. Blade-lights fluttered like falling snowflakes, each one lethal. In a single instant, she unleashed eighteen strikes. Yet, even these eighteen could not compare to Jun Wushuang’s one.

As his blade fell, the snowflakes shattered.

*Pfft!*

A bloody wound was carved across Ling Qianxue’s chest. She was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground over a dozen meters away. One strike had left her severely wounded.

"You are the first in the Spirit Sea Realm to force me to use my second blade."

Ling Qianxue wiped the blood and stood up, glaring at Jun Wushuang with violent, hateful intent. She reached out and drew her second blade—a short, jagged weapon. With both blades in hand, her sharp, piercing aura grew even more intense.

*Whoosh!*

Spiritual energy raged as she unleashed her mental power, drawing in the essence from a nine-hundred-meter radius. The air turned into a frozen wasteland of snow and ice. Surrounded by sharp, continuous blade-light, Ling Qianxue looked like a goddess commanding a blizzard.

"Earth-tier Low-grade Martial Art: Blizzard Blade Slash!"

Her momentum reached its peak, fully displaying the power of a ninth-level Heavenly Human Realm master. If her previous efforts had been quick strikes, this was an overwhelming deluge—hundreds of lethal blows aimed at once.

"Jun Wushuang, you will pay for your arrogance! Go to hell!"

With her hair flying, she roared and charged. The blizzard of blades rushed toward Jun Wushuang. This attack was powerful enough to level the entire Qingyun Martial Academy.

Yet, Jun Wushuang remained unfazed. Gripping the Asura Demon Blade, he let his demonic energy surge. With his Purple Extreme Demon Eyes activated, he resembled an Asura demon god, ready to turn the world into a living hell.

"Asura Killing Prison!"

The first demonic rune on his blade ignited. The demonic presence was absolute, staining the world in blood. Hundreds of threads of blood-red killing intent erupted, forming a thirty-meter-wide prison of death around him. Where the Asura went, a hell on earth followed.

*BOOM!*

The Asura Killing Prison collided with the Blizzard Blade Slash like two worlds crashing into one another. To Ling Qianxue’s horror, her blade-lights shattered one by one. The Blizzard Blade Slash collapsed, utterly unable to withstand the onslaught. The Killing Prison engulfed her.

*Slash, slash, slash!*

The blood-red energy tore into Ling Qianxue, leaving her drenched in blood and on the brink of death.

"How... how are you so strong?"

Ling Qianxue collapsed to the ground like a broken dog, staring at Jun Wushuang in terror. She never imagined that, with all her power, she would be completely crushed by him. It was impossible!

"Go back and tell Jiang Rulong: Ji Qingchen is as good as dead. No one can protect her. I have spoken!"

With that, Jun Wushuang dragged Ling Qianxue like a mangy dog and tossed her out of the Qingyun Martial Academy.