PDLP Chapter 229 The Person She Cares About
Chapter 229 The Person She Cares About
Jin Qiaoqiao did not answer, but instead used her peacock feather fan to unleash an arc of light that forced her opponent back.
Young Master Dapeng stepped aside, unaware that Mo Chengyue was still alive, and continued speaking.
"Last time he underwent the tribulation of lightning in the ruins, and with the added blessing of the ruins' laws, he should be completely dead by now."
"What? You expect a dead person to save you?"
Jin Qiaoqiao's attack rhythm experienced a very slight pause.
Young Master Dapeng has captured it.
He smiled.
"Oh, so you actually care about him?"
"A princess of the dignified Peacock Clan has fallen for a human boy in the Core Formation stage?"
"Or is it that you've gotten used to being his mount? After all, once you've been ridden, you can't forget it, right?"
Jin Qiaoqiao's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the peacock feathers suddenly burst forth with a seven-colored radiance—but the radiance only lasted for a moment before dimming.
My spiritual energy is insufficient.
Young Master Dapeng saw it clearly, and his smile widened.
"The Peacock Clan is truly getting worse with each generation. Back in the day, at least your father could fight my father to a standstill, but what about you? Is this all you've got?"
Mo Chengyue crouched behind the stone statue four hundred feet away, his face behind the mask eerily calm.
He memorized every word, every action, and every frequency and intensity of spiritual energy fluctuations of the Great Roc Young Master.
Yu Jianhuan squatted down beside him, her fingernails already digging bloody marks into her palms.
She muttered under her breath, "That bastard."
Mo Chengyue gently patted the back of her hand.
"wait."
There is only one word.
Mo Chengyue began his analysis.
His mind dissected every single variable on the battlefield before him.
First, Jin Qiaoqiao's condition.
One of the peacock feathers was broken, and its spiritual energy reserves were estimated to be less than 30% of their peak.
She had secretly killed several experts of the Great Roc Clan before, and was chased all the way here by the young master of the Great Roc Clan, so she was extremely exhausted.
However, the fact that she can still maintain her battle form indicates that her demon core is not damaged.
The base is still there, but the oil is gone.
Second, the condition of the young master Dapeng.
My right arm is turning black from the elbow down – the aftereffects of burning the source of heat have not healed.
The spiritual energy condensing on the blade was intermittent—this indicated that his demon core circulation had malfunctioned and could not support sustained high-intensity output.
His strength has been further weakened since he underwent the tribulation.
Even so, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.
Even if the power of a Transformation Stage Great Demon is reduced to 70% or 60%, it is still not something that three Core Formation Stage cultivators can directly confront head-on.
Unless—you push him to his weakest point.
Third, the battlefield situation.
Both are locked in a war of attrition, neither able to gain the upper hand.
But the young master Dapeng's silver tongue shows that he is trying to create a psychological crack in Jin Qiaoqiao's mind.
Once Jin Qiaoqiao loses control of her emotions and exposes a weakness, he can kill her with one blow and then escape.
Conversely, if Young Master Dapeng judges that he cannot outlast Jin Qiaoqiao, what will he choose?
Mo Chengyue recalled his experience of fighting against the young master of the Great Peng last time.
That person is not a brute.
When he judges the situation to be unfavorable, he will concentrate all his forces to launch a counterattack—and then run away.
That's what he did during his last tribulation. He burned his life essence to gain the power for a single strike, and then fled.
But this time his essence has been damaged, and the cost of burning again will be even greater.
Therefore, he is more likely to choose another path—
After unleashing his ultimate move, he took advantage of the moment Jin Qiaoqiao was struck by the impact and fled without looking back.
Mo Chengyue narrowed his eyes.
Run away.
The roc clan excels at speed.
If the young master of the Great Roc escapes, the three of them, with their current cultivation levels, simply cannot catch up.
Therefore, the timing of entry must be precise.
Not when the two were fighting most intensely.
It was during the brief moment when the young master Dapeng unleashed his ultimate move, clashed with Jin Qiaoqiao, and was preparing to escape.
At that time, he had just used up his last trump card and hadn't had time to accelerate.
That's the window.
Mo Chengyue spoke in a low voice.
"I already know how to kill him."
Yu Jianhuan and Su Qingying both looked at him at the same time.
Mo Chengyue's voice was soft, but every word carried an undeniable certainty.
"They're both nearing their limits."
"Jin Qiaoqiao's spiritual energy reserves are less than 30%, and her peacock feathers are about to extinguish."
"Young Master Dapeng's demon core circulation has encountered a problem—the aftereffects of burning his source energy last time haven't healed yet, so he can't use sustained high-level demonic arts."
"He's stalling for time with words, waiting for Jin Qiaoqiao to make a mistake."
"But he himself is also consuming energy."
Mo Chengyue took out several talismans from his storage bag and arranged them one by one in his hand.
Yu Jianhuan recognized those high-level talismans seized from the Demon Clan and Yunlan Sect.
Barrier type, confinement type.
It's the same batch of goods that cut down the demon formation earlier.
"What will he do if he realizes he can't outlast Jin Qiaoqiao?"
Mo Chengyue asked and answered his own question.
"Use your ultimate move to take down Jin Qiaoqiao in one fell swoop—or cripple her. Then run."
"The speed of the Roc Clan is something the three of us combined can't keep up with."
"So we won't pursue it."
"We'll block it."
He unfolded the talisman in his hand and drew a simple location diagram on the ground with his finger.
Three dots represent their positions, two dots represent the positions of Jin Qiaoqiao and Young Master Dapeng, and several lines represent the terrain and possible escape routes.
"After his exchange of blows with Jin Qiaoqiao, there was a gap of one or two breaths."
"He needs to turn, accelerate, and take off."
"The instant he turned around, I used these talismans to create a barrier along his escape route."
"There's no need to keep him trapped for too long—three breaths will suffice."
Yu Jianhuan stared at the talismans.
"How do you plan to kill a fully-fledged demon in the Transformation stage within three breaths?"
Mo Chengyue looked up at her.
"The Three Swords Formation of Sun, Moon, and Man."
Su Qingying's eyes flickered slightly.
Mo Chengyue continued.
"All that practice we did in that secret room wasn't for nothing."
"The Sun and Moon Three Swords Formation, formed by three Core Formation cultivators working together, is able to contend with a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator."
"His current state might not be much stronger than a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator."
"But the formation can only suppress him. To kill him—"
Mo Chengyue paused for a moment.
His right hand was placed on his dantian (lower abdomen).
Deep within the core of the Golden Core lies a dormant thunderbolt.
That was the residual power of the mutated heavenly lightning during the tribulation—divine lightning from beyond the realm.
"Extraterrestrial Divine Thunder."
Mo Chengyue's voice was very flat.
"Coordinate with the Sun, Moon, and Human Three Swords Formation and strike his demon core."
"The destructive power of divine lightning can annihilate his soul. With his demon core shattered and his soul destroyed, he won't even have a chance to self-destruct."
Yu Jianhuan's breathing became heavier.
Su Qingying's fingers paused for a moment on the spine of the Biling Sword.
Mo Chengyue put the talisman back into his storage bag.
"You only get one chance. If you miss it, he'll get away, and you'll never have another chance like that."
"so--"
He glanced at Yu Jianhuan, then at Su Qingying.
"No one is allowed to move until I say 'move'."
Yu Jianhuan bit her lower lip and nodded.
Su Qingying twirled her Azure Spirit Sword halfway around her lap, the hilt pointing towards her hand, silently preparing to draw her sword at any moment.
The three moved to the back of a broken stone statue, which was closer to the battlefield.
They were less than three hundred feet away from the battle zone between Jin Qiaoqiao and the young master of the Great Roc.
This distance is already very dangerous—the divine sense scanning range of a great demon in the Transformation stage is extremely wide.
But at this moment, both of them were focused on each other, and the spiritual energy disorder caused by the battle interfered with the accuracy of their divine senses.
The concealment talisman not only shielded the fluctuations of spiritual energy, but also made the three of them as inconspicuous as three stones in this chaotic spiritual energy.
Mo Chengyue's keen senses captured every subtle change on the battlefield.
Jin Qiaoqiao's attack frequency is decreasing.
She only uses her peacock feathers for defense; she rarely uses them for offense anymore—she's switched to more energy-efficient close-range claw attacks.
The speed of the young master Dapeng's sword was also slowing down.
The blackening on his right arm was subtly expanding, and with each swing of his knife, one could see the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.
That arm hurts.
But he didn't stop talking, using deception to spread false information.
"Jin Qiaoqiao, do you know what expression that human boy had when he died at my hands?"
Jin Qiaoqiao paused for a moment.
"He's not dead."
Young Master Dapeng raised an eyebrow.
Are you sure?
"He suffered at least three Roc Claw imprints on his body, and his internal organs were displaced."