I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Chapter 436 - 280: Heavenly Evil Tiger Soul, A New Divine Skill

The White Lotus cult produces monsters—so the saying goes—bewitching the masses with treacherous words. Just moments ago, the White Saintess had been locked in a life-or-death struggle against him, and now, all of a sudden, she claims dying by his hand leaves her without regret, playing the part of a sentimental victim. How could Qin Yuesheng ever believe her?

Without a shred of mercy, he brought his blade down in a ruthless slash. Instantly, the White Saintess perished amid the blazing fire, her beauty reduced to ashes, her bones to nothing.

Astoundingly, after her death, the White Saintess’ remains melted into water in the blink of an eye, flowing onto the ground and diffusing a bizarre fragrance. Inhaling it left one dizzy, vision blurred, and limbs robbed of strength.

Thus, Qin Yuesheng was left unable even to take her apart.

From afar, Cao Mengda glimpsed the White Saintess’ demise, and his heart filled with utter panic. His wits deserted him entirely.

With the White Saintess gone, who else could be a match for Qin Yuesheng? His own army was doomed to disaster this very day!

"Ah Hu, fight with me!" Qin Yuesheng roared. Ah Hu, almost preternaturally intelligent, darted ahead of Qin Yuesheng without hesitation, charging straight at the approaching Cao Army soldiers.

Covered in scales, with claws, fangs, and a crushing tail—all weapons suited for the carnage of battle—Ah Hu laid waste to ordinary soldiers as easily as reaping grass. In moments, corpses littered the field, none able to withstand the beast’s might.

Qin Yuesheng, meanwhile, surged forward with his Eight-Armed Aspect, making straight for Cao Mengda. At his current strength, three of his eight arms gripped Divine Soldiers; viewed from afar, he was a fiend emerging from the Abyss, an evil god descending—enough to chill any heart, causing men to drop weapons and flee in fear.

Cao Mengda was stricken with terror and shouted, "Hurry! Hurry! Stop him!"

Though fear gnawed at them, the surrounding Inner Strength adepts could only grit their teeth and step forward. Yet these very men were the ones Qin Yuesheng hoped to win over; if they defected to Sanhuang, Sanhuang’s power would rise dramatically.

So Qin Yuesheng restrained himself, striking with no intent to kill. With a sweep of his palm, a storm of Life-and-Death Cold Ice Talismans shot out like a rain of pearls, piercing the bodies of the Inner Strength warriors.

Now, wielding the Life-and-Death Cold Ice Talisman with the might of someone at the Seventh Layer of the Inner Power Realm, its power far outstripped before. One by one, Cao Army’s Inner Strength experts collapsed to the ground, frozen to the core, unable to move a muscle.

In this way, Qin Yuesheng passed through enemy ranks like a ghost in an empty field. In a few short strides, he stood before Cao Mengda.

At that moment, Cao Mengda stood atop his war chariot. Seeing Qin Yuesheng draw near, terror seized him, robbing him of speech; he knew well enough that Qin Yuesheng intended to kill him.

Qin Yuesheng said, "Defeated general, why do you not kneel before me?"

This shout carried a trace of the Soul-Shattering Roar. Cao Mengda felt his mind reel, confusion overtook him, and before he knew it his knees gave out and he knelt to the ground.

But immediately, he regained his senses—defeat was one thing, but at worst he’d die here, why should he kneel for this humiliation? Heart twisting with hatred, Cao Mengda resolved to rise and curse Qin Yuesheng, thinking that dying with dignity would bring no shame.

But Qin Yuesheng had no patience for his words. With the Star-Picking Hand he seized the man’s body and hurled him forcefully into the sky.

Cao Mengda soared upward, and Qin Yuesheng, drawing on his Inner Strength, shouted: "Everyone, look to the heavens!"

This thunderous call, amplified by his Inner Strength and pitched precisely with his throat, shook the air, echoing in all directions.

Every soldier who heard the command looked upward by reflex, only to see Cao Mengda flung high into the sky, his posture utterly wretched.

With the Celestial Fire Divine Blade, Qin Yuesheng unleashed a savage slash—a crescent-shaped, flame-wreathed blade arc screamed through the air, struck Cao Mengda, and sliced clean through his body.

Before everyone’s eyes, Cao Mengda was split in two, his corpse aflame as both halves plummeted into the sea of soldiers below.

"General Cao is dead!"

"General Cao is dead!"

"General Cao is dead!"

Witnessing their general cut down in the sky, the Cao Army plunged into chaos. Once their leader was slain, discipline dissolved in an instant—defeat was certain, their ranks collapsing like a breached dam.

Qin Yuesheng rounded up the few Cao Army deputy generals he’d subdued with the Life-and-Death Cold Ice Talisman. Now that Cao Mengda was dead, aside from a handful of dogged loyalists, the rest instantly switched sides. A few words from Qin Yuesheng, and they surrendered to Sanhuang, moving to calm and control the remaining Cao Army troops on his orders.

At this point, Cao Army was finished—being swallowed by Sanhuang was only a matter of time.

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South of the Central Plains, in the Lotus Pond Wetlands, stood the White Lotus Celestial Pavilion.

The Lotus Pond Wetlands were a vast, humid domain. Within, one could drift in a boat, harvest lotus, while the clear blue waters at the edge teemed with snails and fish. Yet the deeper one ventured, the thicker the mud grew. Should anyone become trapped here, with no one to rescue them, they could scream for help for three days and three nights without heaven or earth responding to their cries.

Few knew that in the depths of these wetlands stood a green-skinned mound, atop which stretched a complex of corridors and pavilions, their tiles made of White Jade, their pillars formed from White Rock.

Were it not for inside knowledge, one might well mistake this as the sanctuary of an immortal.

On the green slopes, young men and women in white robes used bamboo brooms to sweep the mountain steps, each bearing an embroidered White Lotus on their back—some with one petal, some with three.

Deep within the White Lotus Celestial Pavilion.

"Ah!!!" A silver-haired man cried out, his body—seated cross-legged atop a White Lotus Jade statue—convulsed slightly before he suddenly snapped his eyes open.

His features were as fine as jade, his eyes were star-bright. He wore a Silver Threaded Lotus Moon Robe, a lotus coronet upon his brow, a White Jade Ruyi resting across his legs. With every breath, sparks flared from his nostrils. This was no ordinary man.