I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense - Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Chapter 444 Agitation
Mei Changqing and Ling Xue’er fought ferociously, the black wind howling as ice and snow enveloped starlight, bursting forth in the void, dazzling and brilliant.

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The dangerous aura pierced through the heavens, clouds shattered, the ground collapsed, and both showed no care for their surroundings, attacking wildly, each aiming to forcibly suppress the other.

Frost Cicada swallowed clouds and exhaled mist, obliterating the stars around it, while Mei Changqing turned himself into a star, attempting to eradicate Frost Cicada with the horrific power of his Primordial Spirit.

The aura exploded, the mountains and rivers at the frontier turned into dust, and Flesh Mountain, slightly closer to the first battlefield, was suppressed in an instant.

Mei Changqing possessed an immense amount of Immortal Spirit Qi, which, although only available for a single use, gave him an absolute advantage as long as it wasn’t exhausted.

Ling Xue’er, though inferior in terms of Immortal Spirit Qi, integrated Cold Moon Palace into her Primordial Spirit, suppressing everything and forcibly blocking Mei Changqing’s tempestuous attacks.

For the time being, they were at a stalemate.

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“Ling Xue’er, it’s indeed a brilliant idea to use the Primordial Spirit Refinement Technique to forcefully merge the palace with your Primordial Spirit to suppress everything, but the downside is also significant—the longer the palace stays within your Primordial Spirit, the greater your burden will be.”

“Even if I do nothing, once you voluntarily undo the refinement technique, you will be unable to fight again due to its side effects!”

Mei Changqing stood in the void with his hands behind his back and spoke slowly, the opponent’s Divine Skills were clearly meant for desperate moments, risking damage to the Primordial Spirit to forcibly enhance strength.

It seemed he couldn’t overcome her immediately, but as long as she undid the refinement technique, everything would collapse without attack.

“Why not just keep it active, kill you all off, and then undo the cultivation technique? Even if there’s a period of weakness, what can that do?”

A fierce glint flashed through Ling Xue’er’s eyes, and she mobilized all of the little remaining Immortal Spirit Qi inside her Dantian; a small palace flickering at her brow, upon which a Frost Cicada sat, suppressing the void and fiercely striking at Mei Changqing.

Mei Changqing’s expression changed, wary, “Crazy woman.”

The scene once again became tense.

Meanwhile, the four corners of the battlefield were also alive with fierce fighting; Cangying and Wang Guan had the four Mei Lan Zhu Ju cornered in the battlefield, while the other Great Crossing Realm Experts relieved pressure around them.

The four opponents were top experts from the Immortal Spirit Continent. In direct combat, the Great Crossing Realm Cultivationalists were not much help; they could only make small moves on the periphery to distract their attention.

At this moment, Wang Guan was grateful for the presence of Cangying, a formidable expert. Without him, Wang Guan alone would not have been able to stop all four opponents.

Though the situation was arduous, with Cangying’s and the other Great Crossing Realm Experts’ help, things weren’t too dire.

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“City Lord Wang, this can’t go on. Does City Lord Mei have any trump cards left?”

“If it stops here, I’m afraid I might have to flee. These four women are too mad, and I do not wish to fight to the death.”

Cangying turned to Wang Guan, his eyes flickering with a strange light. He had come to the frontier only to fulfill an Evil Sect mission, but now, after seeing the powerful Immortal Spirit Qi within Mei Changqing, he had changed his mind.

As far as he knew, Mei Changqing had not obtained any Immortal Spirit Qi, and his usual performance was only at the peak of the Great Crossing Realm.

But now he wielded such immense power, indicating that he had accumulated a significant amount of Immortal Spirit Qi. Where did it come from?

Could there be another way to obtain Immortal Spirit Qi?

There was a great secret with Mei Changqing, and he wanted to figure it out!

“Put away your petty schemes. The strength and heritage of City Lord Mei far surpass your imagination. At the end, they are nothing but a few crazed women jumping around Southern Ming. Do your job, and once City Lord Mei takes care of Ling Xue’er, he will capture all these smelly women in one fell swoop!”

Wang Guan’s gaze hardened, understanding Cangying’s intentions all too well. Hoping to fathom Mei Changqing’s cards was simply a pipe dream.

As for escaping?

The first battlefield was sealed off. Without defeating the Mei Lan Zhu Ju quartet, nobody could leave!

“Hehe, aren’t I just concerned about City Lord Mei? Since there’s no issue, then I can rest easy.”

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Cangying said with a faint smile, forming seals with his hands. Behind him, a Demonic Divine Heart slowly floated up, myriad blood-red tentacles blocking out the sky, simultaneously stabbing toward the four women surrounding him, the intense stench of blood pervading the entire battlefield.

Wang Guan’s heart skipped a beat upon realizing that the Primordial Spirit Cangying had conjured was modeled after the Flesh Mountain. Indeed, only an Evil Sect Cultivator would be so audacious.

Yet, paired with the uniquely malicious Cultivation Techniques of the Evil Sect, this Flesh Mountain Primordial Spirit could indeed unleash tremendous power. The blood-red tentacles could pierce through a cultivator’s body, draining their primordial essence until they were sucked dry.

“The frontier is indeed a haven for filth and villainy. Not only harboring degenerates like the Wang scion but also hiding Evil Cultivators. Today, the Kingdom of Women shall act on behalf of the heavens to rout these traitors!”

Mei Lan Zhu Ju looked at the Demonic Divine Spirit behind Cangying, their eyes filled with even greater killing intent.

Their Primordial Spirits were the very plants they visualized—mei, lan, zhu, and ju—each governing a season of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. However, their cultivation levels had not yet reached the Transformative Realm, unable to influence celestial patterns at will like Ling Xue’er.

Compared to the Blood Demon Primordial Spirit of the Evil Cultivator, they did not hold much advantage.

But when it came to fighting, they’d never feared anyone. They were waiting for Mei Changqing to finish off Ling Xue’er and come to their aid.

In their hearts, they had the same thought: as long as Ling Xue’er took down Mei Changqing, everyone present would have to die!

“Kill! Once the Queen arrives, it will be the end for our opponents!”

The four women’s hands performed transformations, sending powerful waves sweeping in all directions, causing bizarrely shaped plants to spring up, blocking the blood-red tentacles that surged around them—these plants were all manifestations of Spiritual Power.

“You will not live to see your Queen arrive. Today, she is destined to die at the hands of the City Lord!”

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Wang Guan licked his lips, a hint of red gleam flashed in his eyes. His fingers came together like claws, fiercely reaching out towards the four women.

The void cracked inch by inch, dense fissures of the great Dao spread everywhere. The battle resumed in a chaotic fray.

In a ruined corner below, Saint Child Huo Yun and his companions cautiously peered above, sensing the sporadic bursts of danger that made them fear for their lives at any moment.

“Elder Wang, this won’t do. The fallout from their battle is too terrifying. Sooner or later, we’ll get caught in it!”

Huo Yun’s eyes were full of restlessness and unease. Even now, despite being in the same room as Huo Yuan, he had no thoughts of fighting him. Life was of utmost importance—what use were bloodline and cultivation level if one was on the brink of death?

Saint Child Huo Yuan and his Protector Elders also nodded frequently, agreeing that the battle above was too fearsome. If it continued, they would receive grievous injuries should they be affected even slightly.

Wang Ba’s eyes flickered with indecision before he seemed to make up his mind and said:

“Saint Child, we can only ask for help from our clan now. Use the power of the Qilin Bloodline to connect with the Blood Pool of Fire Qilin Cave and speak directly with the ancestors!”