Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 724: Encountering the Qiongqi Again
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Chapter 724: Encountering the Qiongqi Again
“Perfect timing!” Rather than retreating, Chen Huaian lunged forward, his fingers forming a sword seal to lead his strike.
A thread of silver-white sword qi, compressed to extreme density, hissed through the air in a flash.
He didn't attempt to meet the tiger’s massive claw with raw power; instead, he aimed with surgical precision at the vulnerable joint of the beast's wrist.
“Ding!”
As the sword qi collided with the tiger’s paw, a sharp metallic ring echoed out.
The White Tiger’s gargantuan frame faltered, the trajectory of its blow knocked off course by that cunning streak of light. The enormous paw grazed Chen Huaian’s Cultivation robes before crashing violently into the earth, pulverizing the stone floor.
The mere impact of the flying debris against his skin caused a stinging sensation, testifying to the terrifying strength behind the beast's strike!
Chen Huaian activated the Ode to Gallantry, his movements instantly becoming incredibly fluid. He moved like a butterfly dancing through petals or drifting clouds beneath a pale moon—ethereal, ghostly, and impossible to corner.
His sword techniques grew increasingly aggressive and rapid.
Every thrust was calculated to hit the White Tiger during its transitions of power, targeting weak joints or areas where the corrupting gray gas flowed sluggishly.
Crisscrossing lines of silver-white sword qi carved luminous trails through the shadows of the pagoda’s base.
The sword light wove into a lethal web, relentlessly shredding and draining the White Tiger’s frenzied demonic power and the murky gray gas surrounding it.
The White Tiger let out a thunderous roar of rage, its strikes becoming more expansive and destructive.
Each leap, bite, and whip of its tail carried enough force to shatter mountains, reducing the bottom floor of the Demon Sealing Pagoda to a scene of devastation as stone walls began to crumble.
Nevertheless, Chen Huaian’s mastery of the sword was so refined and his footwork so agile that he evaded every death blow at the final moment, responding with even more deceptive sword qi. As sword light clashed with the tiger's shadow, the battle reached a stalemate where neither side could claim victory.
Yet, Chen Huaian was still holding back his true cultivation.
He remained focused on his objective—capturing the Fierce Beast’s demonic soul to fulfill the qilin’s desire to resurrect the Four Great Sacred Beasts.
He had no intention of completely destroying the physical vessel of this sacred beast.
Consequently, his maneuvers were focused on containment and exhaustion, searching for a flaw that would allow him to suppress the creature without inflicting permanent harm.
However, the White Tiger, fully consumed by the gray gas, was oblivious to pain and possessed endless stamina.
Seeing its target constantly slip away, the White Tiger’s shell seemed to descend into a state of total madness.
Its ferocity intensified, its strikes becoming more barbaric as its blood-red eyes locked onto him with a suicidal determination to kill!
“Tsk, what a nuisance!” Chen Huaian parried a savage pounce, using the momentum to drift back several zhang. He watched the White Tiger charge again, a flicker of helplessness in his gaze. He realized he had to escalate his power, or this tireless monster would eventually run him ragged.
Meanwhile, the auspicious beast within the Demon Sealing Pagoda stayed still, its intentions unknown.
If that was the case, he would settle the matter with the White Tiger vessel first.
“I’ll have to cause you a bit of pain,” Chen Huaian’s expression turned cold, his sword intent surging upward until it was sharp enough to slice the air. The glow at the tip of his blade intensified as a dense, blinding sword aura began to manifest. “This Venerable One will try to keep it gentle!”
Just as he was about to unleash his technique—
Roar—!!!
A beastial cry, far more primal and savage than that of the White Tiger, erupted from the darkness behind him, sounding as if it had clawed its way out of the deepest hell.
A bone-chilling sensation washed over him from head to toe.
This new murderous intent was far more horrific than the White Tiger's, saturated with pure spite and gluttony, hitting him like a silent tidal wave.
Chen Huaian’s entire body shivered as a cold sweat broke out across his back.
Danger!
There was no time to look back. In that split second, his body reacted with instinctive speed and flexibility.
As if pulled by a phantom cord, he threw himself into a desperate roll, lunging forward and to the side.
“Shraa—!”
A massive dark silhouette, trailing a stench of decay, whistled past, nearly tearing the skin off his back!
The sheer wind pressure from its razor-sharp talons shredded the back of his robes into ribbons!
Chen Huaian scrambled to his feet to create distance, finally getting a clear look at the hidden attacker.
A Fierce Beast, even more massive than the sacred White Tiger, emerged slowly from the gloom.
It bore the likeness of a colossal tiger, yet it possessed a pair of skeletal, bat-like wings that glinted with a cold, sickly light.
Its visage was a nightmare; fangs like curved scythes protruded from its maw, dripping with corrosive saliva.
Its body was the most repulsive feature—a patchwork of limbs from various Fierce Beasts, covered in a chaotic mess of fur and scales. In some areas, the flesh was rotted away to reveal bleached bone, emitting a foul stench and a swirling gray-black gas.
Two giant compound eyes glowed with a chaotic, bloodthirsty light, fixated entirely on Chen Huaian.
That look was devoid of anything but a craving to devour and a mounting urge to slaughter.
“Ascender! Die—!!!”
The monstrous shriek tore from its throat like a hurricane. The entire Demon Sealing Pagoda trembled under the weight of the roar. The sheer pressure of its aura—a mix of rot, gore, and primal rage—felt physically heavy, making it difficult for Chen Huaian to breathe.
He tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the stitched-together monstrosity, whispering under his breath:
“Based on that appearance... is this a Qiongqi?
It must be the Fierce Beast tasked with guarding this Demon Sealing Pagoda.”
Sensing the unbridled malice and savage aura radiating from the creature—far more potent than that of the corrupted White Tiger—Chen Huaian’s brow furrowed.
It was obvious that this Qiongqi harbored no goodwill toward him.
However, since it possessed the ability to speak, perhaps there was a chance for dialogue that didn't exist with the mindless White Tiger shell?
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