Chapter 106: The Battle of Psychic Powers

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Bai Qi felt that fierce mental force rushing toward him like a broken arrow slicing through the air. He swiftly retreated while unleashing his own mental power, shaping it into an invisible great bell. The attacking mental energy from Xietu stabbed at Bai Qi’s vital points like a sharp blade.

“Ding...”

A sharp scraping sound spread from the point of collision. Though inaudible to others, within their souls, everyone felt as if metal was scraping against their very being, forcing them to crouch down, clutching their heads. This invisible, piercing pain originated from the soul and transmitted to the body. Except for Bai Qi and Xietu, everyone else—including the puppets—stood dazed, unable to comprehend what technique Bai Qi and the leader of the heretical sect had used to silently inflict such agonizing soul pain.

Seeing the chaos around him, Bai Qi gradually understood that soul power was like a double-edged sword for cultivators—it could save or kill without leaving a trace.

Looking at the yellow-grade puppets, they now resembled withered tree stumps, standing motionless. Clearly, the previous attack had caused them the greatest harm. When these puppets were forged, Xietu had already shattered their souls, leaving only a fragment of the forger’s soul power to control them. Thus, the soul clash between Bai Qi and Xietu violently shattered those remaining soul fragments in the puppets. This also caused Xietu’s body, which had been hovering in midair, to fall as if drained of energy, a trace of crimson blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

As everyone slowly regained composure and looked at Xietu, their eyes widened in disbelief. They could hardly imagine a ground-level expert being wounded by someone of profound-level cultivation. Could this orange-clad disciple opposite them actually be the elder’s secret disciple, disguised to conceal his identity, who ultimately dealt a fatal blow to the leader of the heretical sect, Xietu?

At this moment, Elder Zhu, who had been knocked down by Xietu’s palm, noticed that the orange-clad disciple facing Xietu bore a strong resemblance to Bai Qi—the peerless youth who had outshone his contemporaries during the elder’s disciple selection. Elder Zhu asked, “Brother, are you Bai Qi, the elder’s secret disciple?”

Hearing Elder Zhu recognize him, Bai Qi stopped pretending and nodded in acknowledgment.

The entire Ushazong burst into excited cheers. They never expected that Bai Qi, the elder’s secret disciple, would be so formidable as to wound Xietu. To them, it was as if their team had gained a ground-level master—someone even stronger than the leader of the heretical sect.

At this, Xietu sneered coldly and said leisurely, “Brat, I never expected to suffer a loss before you this time.”

These words puzzled Bai Qi. In fact, before controlling the puppets, their soul fragments were sealed to offer protection. Even if the opponent possessed strong soul power and knew the puppets’ weaknesses, it would be impossible to break the seals quickly. Masters duel for life and death in an instant; they would never reveal their vulnerabilities so plainly. This time, Bai Qi managed to shatter the soul fragment seals because Xietu hadn’t anticipated it; he had sought to end the battle swiftly. Bai Qi, calm under pressure, attacked the puppets’ heads relentlessly, breaking the seals and scattering the soul fragments, which led to Xietu’s injury.

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In truth, with Xietu’s strength, there was no need to command these puppets. A mere wave of his hand could have killed Bai Qi. But perhaps out of a twisted fondness, he only intended to teach him a simple lesson. Unexpectedly, he ended up wounded himself. If word of this leaked, it would become a scandal in the sect, a reason for ridicule. How foolish he was.

Then Xietu lifted his head, staring coldly at Bai Qi, grinding his teeth as he spoke, “You, Bai Qi, refuse the offered wine but drink the punitive cup. It seems I must handle you personally.”

At these words, the faces of the Ushazong disciples changed instantly. They had thought Xietu was gravely injured and that the wounds Bai Qi inflicted were within his tolerance, sure to heal over time. But now, Xietu was serious.

Suddenly, the entire canyon thundered like a roaring storm.

The intact puppets seemed to be summoned back, moving to surround Xietu, stopping about ten meters away and forming a protective ring.

Xietu’s body slowly rose again, his eyes turning a sinister scarlet, radiating evil charm.

Black currents swirled like whirlwinds around him, and his aura surged dramatically.

The Ushazong disciples, witnessing Xietu’s terrifying aura, some could no longer stand and collapsed, while others staggered backward against the wind.

Some struggled to say, “Is this... the true power of a ground-level master?”

“How come I feel even some elders of our sect at the same level don’t exude such murderous intent before this heretical leader? So formidable.”

“A ground-level powerhouse... it’s unbelievable. Even wounded just now, he could still unleash such terrifying strength.”

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Shock and fear gripped everyone, their expressions reflecting the growing menace radiating from Xietu.

At this moment, Xietu lowered his forehead slightly, looking down at Bai Qi. His voice changed, echoing as if from another realm, sternly declaring, “Bai Qi, I cherish talent, which is why I held back to show you my sincerity. If you turn back now, it’s not too late. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Bai Qi snorted coldly, “Do you think I’ll follow you?”

“Very well, if you’re so stubborn, then... die!” With that, Xietu clasped his hands, rapidly forming hand seals between his fingers. The sky behind him seemed to respond; what had been a clear blue now turned blood-red. The reddish-brown clouds slowly rotated, invisibly forming a blood-red eye that gazed down upon the entire canyon.

Bai Qi was stunned. He hadn’t expected Xietu to wield such earth-shattering power—the sky’s sudden transformation made it feel as if the entire world belonged to him.

Without hesitation, Bai Qi pulled himself together from his shock. He unleashed the “Yu” technique of the Crushing Palm to its utmost fifth level. Simultaneously, he also invoked the “Po” and “San” mantras from the Guangling Melody, instantly drawing all the spiritual energy and life force within a ten-mile radius into the “San” technique. Even the blood-red eye in the sky trembled slightly, as if surprised by the wave of energy emitted by the “San” technique.

At this moment, Bai Qi no longer held back. He unleashed his long-awaited trump card.