Chapter 188: Western Powerhouse

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The swift wind whistled past his ears. Even during the high-speed chase, He Yiming's movements remained methodical, without the slightest hint of panic.

Especially when he took the Guan Broadsword into his hands, an extremely powerful surge of confidence immediately appeared in his eyes.

This confidence was brought to him by the Guan Broadsword. It seemed that with this blade in hand, he feared nothing and there was nothing he couldn't accomplish.

With a light flip of his hands, the Guan Broadsword immediately separated into three sections. He Yiming took a deep breath, finally gripped the last section, poured vast True Qi into it, and then with a flick of his wrist, this steel rod flew towards the sprinting figure like a shooting star chasing the moon.

A huge sonic boom echoed through the air. With He Yiming's True Qi fully infused, the steel rod moved as fast as lightning. It seemed that the moment it flew out, it had already reached the black-clad man's back.

The man was greatly alarmed. With a flick of his wrist, a Soft Sword immediately darted out, as if he had a pair of eyes on his back, precisely hitting one end of the steel rod without any deviation.

The steel rod, carrying unparalleled might, suddenly paused in mid-air, as if this sword strike had neutralized all its power, and then dropped, heavily landing on the ground.

However, the man, who was running at high speed, stumbled, almost falling to the ground. He exerted force with his feet, barely regaining his balance, and just as he took a step, a chilling sensation suddenly came from behind him again.

Under the intense sense of crisis, this person, as one of the Innate powerhouses, did not hesitate to thrust out another sword strike, and once again, without deviation, struck the second flying steel rod.

However, his misfortune did not end there, for just as he managed to fend off the second steel rod with great effort, the third and strongest feeling of dread still rapidly expanded in his senses.

Even when Yu Jinglei appeared and displayed his Single-Line Sky Realm power, he had never felt such terror.

Feeling the extremely terrifying sensation coming from behind, his heart suddenly became calm. His usual excellent training played the most crucial role at this moment.

His Soft Sword swiftly thrust out for the third time in a backhand strike.

"Ding..."

A crisp sound rang out. The Guan Broadsword flew high, and almost simultaneously, the Soft Sword in the man's hand could no longer withstand such a powerful impact and snapped into two halves.

What made the black-clad man even more terrified was that with these three unknown hidden weapon attacks, He Yiming had completely caught up to him.

He Yiming pushed off the ground with his feet, darting behind this person. He extended his hands flat, forming a strange Hand Seal in mid-air. A red light flashed in the center of his palm, thumping twice like a drum.

The True Qi that had just recovered condensed into a single point, finally releasing a tiny red needle-shaped True Qi, which rapidly crossed the distance between them, seemingly about to strike the opponent's back.

The man forced a bitter smile, leaped lightly, half-turned in the air, and threw a punch to his chest, blocking the sudden sneak attack.

Then, his gaze fell on He Yiming, and he was greatly puzzled. This person had been running with him for such a long time, yet he was still in high spirits, as if he had just slept for seventeen or eighteen hours. Could it be that this person had even better medicine than Holy Water on him?

Indeed, even an Innate powerhouse would feel extreme fatigue after running at such close to maximum limits. Even if he had the supreme Holy Water, which could help him recover his weary spirit, the depleted True Qi still affected his vitality.

In contrast, He Yiming was now full of vigor and vitality, appearing exceptionally robust all over. It was impossible not to be suspicious.

He Yiming casually clapped his hands. After the opponent's Soft Sword broke, he had no intention of retrieving the Guan Broadsword. Instead, he walked with large strides towards the opponent.

At this moment, He Yiming's Essence, Qi, and Spirit were highly concentrated, and his powerful aura had completely locked onto this person. Before breaking free from He Yiming's aura lock, that person simply could not escape.

Of course, if this person's Light Body Technique was twice as high, then no matter how strong He Yiming's aura perception was, it would be useless. However, wanting to double the speed of Light Body Technique all at once was almost an impossible feat for anyone.

The man forced a bitter smile and suddenly said, "Respected sir, I believe there might be some misunderstanding between us."

Although his tone was as stiff as ever, He Yiming clearly understood what he wanted to express.

He Yiming coldly smiled and said, "Misunderstanding? Is it a misunderstanding that the three of you ganged up to kill an Elder of my Hengshan Mountain lineage?" He paused, then suddenly recalled Yu Xichen's words, and a hint of killing intent immediately flashed across his face, saying: "Stealing Elder Yu Xichen's Innate Inner Core, that was also your doing, wasn't it?"

The man's face instantly showed a look of extreme anger, saying: "No, those two Innate Spirit Beasts were clearly killed by the three of us, but your sect's Elder was hiding in the dark, meticulously waiting for us to relax before stealing one of them. He is a despicable bandit and thief, not at all like an honorable Paladin."

He Yiming was slightly startled, watching him with interest. Although both sides were accusing each other, as He Yiming, he naturally chose to believe his own side.

He was about to retort with a few sarcastic remarks, when he saw the man bow slightly and say, "My name is Romia, from the distant West. I do not wish to bear grudges with your esteemed sect. I ask that you cease your pursuit, and Romia will richly reward you."

He Yiming's heart stirred. He looked at the west in surprise and said, "You came from the other side of the mountain range?"

Romia nodded and said, "Precisely. The three of us endured countless hardships, traversing the entire mountain range, and only then arrived here."

He Yiming's eyes swiftly flashed with a hint of admiration. No one knew how vast or how long that mountain range, which spanned the entire Northwest corridor, truly was. But this person had actually crossed mountains and valleys from the other side of the range. Such a feat was truly unimaginable.

The dangers and difficulties involved were self-evident; simply the length of the journey was enough to make He Yiming retreat a thousand miles.

Romia seemed to have noticed He Yiming's surprise. He reached out and pulled out a translucent, emerald green bottle.

He Yiming looked up and saw some white liquid inside the bottle, but he didn't know what it was for.

Romia said with a solemn expression: "This contains Holy Water, a specialty of the Pantheon. If used to improve the body, it can easily enhance one's strength. If taken after a major battle, it can instantly invigorate one's spirit a hundredfold, with no side effects. If you are willing to resolve this grievance here, then I am willing to offer you the Holy Water."

He Yiming burst into laughter, saying, "Ro... Romia, right? Your two companions are probably already in dire straits. Even after their deaths, would you still be willing to resolve this grievance?"

Romia said expressionlessly, "They are both sacred and great Paladins trained by the Almighty Lord. Their return to the Lord's embrace is an immense glory. How could I resent you?"

He Yiming was immediately dumbfounded. He really doubted if these three people were actually working together.

Seeing the uncertain expression on He Yiming's face, Romia took a step forward, steadily placed the green bottle in his hand on a stone in front of him, and then slowly retreated a few steps.

His movements were careful and cautious, and his aura was very peaceful, showing no intention of attacking He Yiming. Similarly, He Yiming did not immediately attack either.

His gaze swept across the bottle on the ground, and He Yiming couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart. If the Holy Water in this bottle was truly as exaggerated as he claimed, wouldn't it be even more potent than the Energy Golden Pill?

He reached out a hand, his palm concave inwards. The bottle not far in front of him was then pulled by a suction force, flying towards his palm.

However, at this moment, He Yiming compared his movements to Yu Jinglei's, and then he immediately gave up dispiritedly. Although both involved pulling objects through the air, the difficulty between the two was undoubtedly worlds apart.

The bottle finally reached He Yiming's palm in the next moment, but at this instant, his face suddenly changed. For he felt, the moment his palm came into contact with the bottle, an extremely cold force emanated from it.

This force he had never felt, nor had he ever imagined.

A wild surge of coldness instantly spread from his palm to his arm, and even to his chest and entire body. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, a thin layer of white frost appeared on He Yiming's body.

He Yiming was greatly alarmed. He circulated the True Qi in his body, wanting to transform it into Innate Raging Fire Technique. But he suddenly discovered that the power of this cold air far exceeded his imagination. It not only froze his body but also invaded his internal organs at the same time.

Now, the speed of his True Qi circulation had significantly decreased, and this cold air was still spreading rapidly, seemingly affecting even his ability to think.

A cunning pleasure flashed in Romia's eyes. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a voice, already poised, roared from it: "Jiligulu..."

After shouting this, Romia's expression immediately withered, as if he hadn't rested for three days and three nights. The energy he had just recovered from the Holy Water was completely depleted at this moment. However, he didn't hesitate in the slightest, rushing forward like a leopard. The powerful killing intent emanating from him was almost tangible, showing the extent of his murderous intent towards He Yiming.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of the words, He Yiming felt a sudden pain in his head, as if countless needle points were pricking his head from outside, almost making his head explode.

The freezing coldness from his hand, enough to freeze a person to death, and the immense pain in his head, instantly rendered He Yiming immobile. At the same time, Romia's fierce counterattack was imminent, and it seemed he could only close his eyes and await death.

However, just as despair filled He Yiming's heart, a mysterious power suddenly surged from his Dantian. The speed of this power was incredibly fast; it spread throughout He Yiming's entire body almost at the same time it emerged.

The frozen sensation in his hand immediately vanished, and even his headache was gone.

His eyebrows slightly lifted. In an instant, he grasped the changes in his body's True Qi. He could still feel the extremely cold power coming from his palm. But unlike before, this power could no longer freeze him, because this power had already merged into his Dantian, seemingly becoming one of the powers he controlled.

Just like Innate Raging Fire Technique, just like Wave Technique, although he hadn't obtained any strange cultivation methods, nor had he mastered any peculiar True Qi circulation routes, he just had this feeling that this extremely cold power could now be used by him at will.

Not only that, his mind was also exceptionally clear. The stinging pain from before had completely disappeared, but to his slight regret, although he had been attacked by this strange sound, he had not mastered this power. The power unleashed from his Dantian merely dissolved the countless needles in his mind.

He slightly raised his head and immediately saw a palm enlarging indefinitely in front of him. It was Romia's full-force strike, intended to kill him on the spot.

He Yiming's lips slightly curved. At this moment, although there were no problems within his body, his exterior was still covered in a layer of white frost. The twitching of his lips appeared incredibly eerie.

Romia's heart tightened. He almost thought he was seeing things. Could a person frozen by Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow actually still move?

This thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and then he saw a hand.

That hand, which had originally been frozen, was actually raised high and met his hand with a heavy thud.

Instantly, Romia shivered, and all his movements came to a halt.

From He Yiming's palm, a coldness that he was extremely familiar with emanated. This was precisely the power of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow he had obtained by chance.

The three of them had traveled from the distant West to this place, passing through a cave where they found this miraculous translucent green bottle.

The bottle appeared completely ordinary from the outside. If touched with gloves, even the crudest straw-woven gloves, there would be no problem at all. However, if the bottle touched human skin, it would immediately emit a massive, unbearable coldness, freezing a person to death.

When they discovered this strange bottle in the cave, they were fortunate to be three people. So, after one person was affected, the other two immediately rescued him, thus escaping death. If there had only been one person, then he would have certainly died.

After escaping death, they finally identified it as the legendary Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow. Because only this substance could possess the power to freeze even an Innate powerhouse.

Of course, the ice marrow cold in this Jade Bottle was so intense that it probably exceeded the ten-thousand-year limit, but exactly how many years old it was, they couldn't discern. Moreover, this bottle was also an unknown treasure. After all, even Romia didn't know what kind of vessel could withstand the extreme cold of Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow and still insulate it from the outside world.

This Strange Treasure was Romia's greatest gain from this trip. In comparison, that Innate Inner Core seemed slightly inferior.

At this moment, with no other recourse, Romia placed his sole hope on this bottle. As he wished, He Yiming, just like the three of them had been, didn't discover its secret. But what he didn't expect was that He Yiming, despite being clearly frozen and affected by his sound wave attack, ended up being completely fine. Instead, he transferred all that immensely dreaded coldness onto Romia.

In an instant, countless thoughts surged in Romia's mind. Under the invasion of this cold energy, although he desperately tried to move, all his movements were like those of an ordinary old man of seventy or eighty, slow and utterly without threat.

In a daze, his spirit entered a peculiar state. He seemed to see everything from his birth, to his successful cultivation, to his journey with two good friends to a distant land, until he saw his own appearance at this moment...

His lips seemed to twitch, but he finally uttered no words, gradually becoming completely rigid.

He Yiming's body trembled slightly. The white frost covering him completely receded, and wisps of white smoke rose from his body. This was the effect of He Yiming using the Raging Fire Technique to completely dry his damp clothes.

Under his exquisite control, the temperature of the Raging Fire Technique was just right. After a while, his clothes became dry, though somewhat wrinkled, as if they had been worn for a long time.

Retracting his hand, He Yiming looked at Romia, who had seemingly turned into an ice sculpture, and secretly remained vigilant.

He didn't know what power he had just used, but when the True Qi in his Dantian successfully transformed into this power, the immense might it unleashed was almost unbelievable even to himself.

When his cold True Qi came into contact with Romia's True Qi, that extremely cold energy immediately burst forth, completely freezing Romia's body, blood, muscles, and even his True Qi.

Otherwise, he could not have so easily killed this Innate powerhouse.

Looking at the small green bottle tightly clutched in his hand, He Yiming was filled with emotion. Romia had intended to use this item to ambush him, but he never expected that what ultimately led to his death was precisely the intense coldness from this Jade Bottle.

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Chapter 189: Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow