After being reborn, all I want to do is run away.

Chapter 64 Undeterred and Unstoppable

Unlike in the outside world, where he could easily defeat enemies at the seventh level of Qi cultivation with five waves, here he had to use various means to deal with the attacks of the white mist people in order to conserve his energy.

The meaning of water is that he discovered a very useful method to deal with the White Mist People.

Shen Xu's eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the gradually clearing figure of the white mist figure before him. When it approached, he used his dragon body to dodge a fierce slash from the white mist figure, and then began to use the power of water to compete with the white mist figure for the white mist swirling around its body.

Despite the continuous dissipation of his own white mist, the white mist figure seemed completely unaware, mechanically wielding its sword as if pre-programmed, launching fierce attacks on him time and time again.

The closer the white mist figure got to him, the more effective his water magic became. Gradually, as the white mist on the white mist figure dissipated, its strength weakened.

Finally, Shen Xu keenly seized a perfect opportunity. Without hesitation, he continuously poured his inner energy into the longsword he gripped tightly in his hand. In an instant, the sword shone brightly, emitting a chilling aura.

He swiftly unleashed his sword with overwhelming force, striking the white-mist man's neck with deadly accuracy. With a soft "poof," the head flew off, then dissipated into thick mist before him, along with the body.

After doing all this, he couldn't help but furrow his brow in pain, and his body began to sway uncontrollably. The long journey and the strenuous activity just now had made his already seriously injured body even more overwhelmed.

But he couldn't stop to rest, because he knew that if he stopped, he might never be able to stand up again.

Picking up the "Seven" that the white-mist man had dropped, Shen Xu dragged his aching body and weary soul forward cautiously. He didn't know how far the road ahead was, but only by going out could he have a chance to survive.

After some time, looking at the churning white mist ahead, Shen Xu suddenly had a bold idea. So, before the white mist could solidify, he began to compete with the white mist people for the white mist that made up their bodies.

To his surprise, the white mist was rich in vital energy. However, the white mist people formed too quickly. Before he could absorb much vital energy from the white mist, the white mist people had already taken shape.

A flash of cold light appeared, and Shen Xu was forced back several steps by the sword. However, the white-mist figure did not stop there, and immediately launched a fierce attack on Shen Xu like a storm.

Shen Xu moved swiftly, like a nimble dragon weaving through the clouds. Although the cyan sword light hidden behind the white mist was elusive and unpredictable, he always managed to narrowly evade these deadly attacks.

However, the White Mist Man seemed tireless, and his attacks never ceased.

Faced with such a fierce and relentless attack, Shen Xu gradually realized that if he simply kept dodging, he would not be able to control the Water Force to compete with the White Mist Man for the surrounding mist. More importantly, his physical condition simply did not allow him to continue like this.

Each narrow dodge brought him a sharp, piercing pain that directly impaired his judgment. Several times, he narrowly escaped the White Mist Man's sword tip, a single misstep could have cost him his life.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly critical, he knew he could no longer sit idly by and wait for death; he had to find a way to create a safe distance between himself and the White Mist People.

Left with no other choice, Shen Xu unleashed the "Pine Tree in the Wind" technique. In an instant, the sword in his hand transformed into a strong and upright pine tree, encircling his body and forming an unbreakable defensive line that continuously blocked the relentless, surging attacks of the white mist man.

Just then, Shen Xu suddenly sensed something extremely wrong: a layer of air armor as thin as a cicada's wing had condensed around the white-misted man! That was a special technique only available to those at the eighth level of Qi Cultivation, which involved condensing air infused with primordial energy to cover the body for defense.

In this way, his previous attack method of merely attaching his vital energy to the sword would probably cause very limited damage to the White Mist Man.

Thinking of this, Shen Xu dared not hesitate any longer. Suddenly, a faint layer of blood energy emanated from his body. This blood energy, like a serpent, coiled around the white-mist man's body and quickly merged into him.

In an instant, the white mist figure, who had been moving nimbly, suddenly became noticeably slower!

"Blood Pierce!" A dazzling red sword light shot straight at the forehead of the white-mist man like lightning.

With a crisp "bang," the red sword light instantly shattered the qi armor that the white-mist man had gathered on his forehead, and then, with unstoppable force, it pierced through his forehead and went straight through his entire skull!

As the head of the white mist man was completely pierced, its body began to gradually dissipate. He immediately activated his water element, trying to gather all the mist that the white mist man had dissipated into.

Now that he knew the white mist that formed the White Mist Man was filled with vital energy, he naturally couldn't let it go.

Ultimately, through his efforts, he managed to retain a small portion of the mist that had dissipated from the white mist man. Feeling the white mist surrounding him, Shen Xu's heart calmed down a bit, as this white mist could help him recover most of his energy.

This was the first time he had used the Blood Mist Sword Technique against an enemy since his rebirth. Compared to his immature Water Mist Sword Technique, the Blood Mist Sword Technique was much more effective.

With those energy-consuming sword techniques unusable, the Blood Mist Sword Art was his last resort. After absorbing all the white mist surrounding him, he picked up the white mist figure's sword and continued forward.

Shen Xu didn't know how much further he could go, but the place where Jian "Jiu" was definitely not where he would die...

A streak of sword energy, as bright as a bolt of lightning, hurtled towards Shen Xu at an astonishing speed. However, Shen Xu displayed remarkable reflexes, dodging the fatal blow with a swift movement.

Despite successfully dodging the sword energy, Shen Xu was still horrified. This time, he hadn't even witnessed the formation of the White Mist Man! In the past, when fighting the White Mist Man, he was always able to sense its appearance in advance and react accordingly, but this time the situation was completely different.

Shen Xu's gaze swept anxiously ahead, trying to find the white-clad man's whereabouts. Just then, a white figure appeared beside him like a ghost, the long sword in its hand transforming into a cold light and thrusting straight at him.

In an instant, Shen Xu sensed the aura of that sword—cold, sharp, and full of killing intent.

His talent was instantly unleashed; the white, cold light slowed down in his eyes, but its speed was still beyond imagination. Unfortunately, even though he could barely see the trajectory of the sword, it was too fast for him to completely dodge it.

With a soft "thud," the white-mist man's longsword pierced his arm. Instantly, blood gushed from the wound, staining his sleeves crimson.

Almost simultaneously with his injury, Shen Xu reacted swiftly. With a thought, he manipulated the dense fog around him, causing it to surge towards him like a tide, completely enveloping his figure in the blink of an eye. Then, using the wound on his arm, Shen Xu continuously dispersed his own blood energy into the white fog surrounding him.

Due to the unique physical structure of the White Mist Man, he can immediately locate it as soon as it comes into contact with his blood.

He began to use the mist as tentacles to slowly explore the location of the white mist people. He dared not conserve his energy any longer; the enemy in front of him was very powerful, and if he did not use his full strength, he would surely die.

The sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light. Shen Xu secretly channeled his inner energy, gathering it on the blade. The Five Waves were poised to strike, ready to deliver a fatal blow once he locked onto the figure of the white-mist man.

However, with his dwindling energy reserves, he can only unleash one more five-wave attack at most. Therefore, the timing and accuracy of this attack are crucial, allowing no room for error.

Just as Shen Xu was on edge, he suddenly noticed that the white mist he was controlling seemed to be strongly attracted and was rapidly gathering in one direction.

In the blink of an eye, the thick white mist that had been surrounding him became thinner and thinner, as if it had been drawn away by an invisible hand.

Upon seeing this, a look of wild joy flashed across Shen Xu's face. He knew that the White Mist Man was absorbing the mist he was manipulating, which would greatly increase his chances of defeating the sword "Jiu" before him.

Shen Xu gripped the longsword tightly, a resolute glint in his eyes. He took a deep breath and, without hesitation, swung the sword, forcefully cutting the existing wound on his arm. The wound immediately became deeper and longer, and blood gushed out like a spring.

However, Shen Xu did not stop. Instead, he raised his arm high, allowing the overflowing blood energy to drift towards the direction where the mist was gathering. As more and more blood energy spread, the mist around him gradually became thicker and denser, eventually completely obscuring his figure.

Just then, Shen Xu suddenly exerted his strength, forcefully hurling the five waves that had been gathering on his sword toward the gathering mist. With a deafening roar, a colossal wave surged into the mist with overwhelming force.

At the same time, Shen Xu concentrated, his hands rapidly forming hand seals to control the blood energy he had previously dispersed. In an instant, the blood energy seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, quickly condensing into countless incomparably sharp blood swords. The blood swords flashed with an eerie red light, carrying boundless killing intent, and collided with the thick fog ahead.

In an instant, the thick, almost tangible fog ahead seemed to be subjected to a bloody storm. Countless streaks of blood-red light crisscrossed, like lightning flashing across the night sky. A piercing tearing sound rang out, and the fog ahead, like fragile paper, was instantly sliced ​​into pieces of all sizes by the countless streaks of blood-red light.

Immediately afterwards, a surging white wave swept in, sweeping away all the fog with overwhelming force.

As the fog dissipated, a clear view suddenly appeared before Shen Xu. A lush, tall, and straight grove of green bamboo came into view, its stalks a vibrant, jade-like green. A gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves.

Shen Xu's face turned as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He felt as if his body had been drained of all its energy, incredibly heavy, and waves of intense drowsiness washed over him, almost overwhelming him.

But with sheer willpower, he forced himself to suppress the overwhelming urge to fall into a deep sleep, slowly reaching out to recall a small portion of the blood he had lost. Having done this, he could no longer hold on; his body went limp, and he collapsed to his knees, leaning on his sword.

At this point, both his body and soul had reached their limits, and he could no longer take another step.

With his head down, Shen Xuqiang stared with bloodshot eyes at the cobblestone ground dripping blood, the scarlet drops falling one after another, like a countdown to the passing of life.

But he knew he absolutely could not close his eyes today.

The current situation reminded him of the day he knelt in the Hall of Law Enforcement, feeling the same despair and invincibility. However, unlike then, today he held a sword, and with a sword came the means to resist.

“Pain is sometimes not such a bad thing,” Shen Xu murmured.

Shen Xu took a deep breath, and his trembling right hand suddenly reached for the hideous wound on his left arm, grabbing down hard. In an instant, a heart-wrenching pain swept over him like a tidal wave, assaulting every nerve in his body.

The sudden, intense pain was like a lightning bolt streaking across the dark night sky, instantly waking him from his somewhat hazy state of consciousness.

But upon regaining consciousness, he was not met with relief, but rather with even more cruel torment.

"Ah!!" With a piercing scream that shattered the sky and echoed throughout the quiet bamboo forest, Shen Xu felt a surge of pain throughout his body, like a volcanic eruption.

Not only that, but an endless sense of weakness from the depths of his soul also clung to him like a shadow, seemingly threatening to devour him completely. This feeling was like a thousand ants gnawing at his bones, bringing him to the brink of unconsciousness.

Amidst the excruciating pain, Shen Xu struggled to straighten his body inch by inch and slowly stood up. His steps were unsteady, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge, but he never stopped.

Finally, with immense difficulty, he moved to the spot where the white-mist figure had vanished, bent down, and picked up the sword "Nine".

When he looked up at the mist ahead again, a pair of eyes as bright as stars were hidden in his face, which was distorted by pain and exhaustion.