Published: February 10, 2025
If Demon Gold were still alive, he would definitely tell Qinghua that this was Ye Zhongming's ability.
However, it was now being used by Xia Lei.
One of the abilities of the Merit Medal was skill borrowing. Xia Lei had learned the triple blade a long time ago, and its power had reached a new height with her evolution level increase. The power of the borrowed skills was also quite impressive.
The strength of the borrowed skills from the main medal bearer was proportional to the contributions made by the borrower. Since Ye Zhongming had used up nearly all his merit points after obtaining the Merit Box, those who could obtain medals in Cloud Summit had accumulated considerable contributions. Although Xia Lei wasn't among the top fighters constantly on the front lines, her long-term accumulation of merit points was still quite substantial.
Thus, when she borrowed the Myriad Layer Body Blade Slash, its power was commendable.
Furthermore, it should not be forgotten that this borrowing ability had a minimum value guarantee.
The myriad-bodied blade sage was already a high-quality profession, and its professional skills were naturally very powerful. When borrowed at a certain ratio, this move became the final strike that shattered Qinghua.
Even though a radiant glow emanated from her wrist, providing a decent defense, all she managed to do in the end was to prevent her body from being split in half.
But even as an evolver, when the chest is completely torn open and the organs are nearly crushed by the force, survival is impossible.
Qinghua's body fell to the ground, with numerous charred marks visible in many places. These were the injuries caused by the "silver sand painter" pattern. Although not fatal, they created conditions for the final blow.
When Ye Zhongming rushed over, he happened to witness this scene, and a worried expression relaxed.
He was genuinely afraid that something unexpected would happen if Xia Lei continued to hold back. It seemed that Xia Lei was still Xia Lei; by now, two saints from the zero commerce association had died at her hands. Yuan Mountain had its head cut off by her, and now Qinghua had been cleaved open.
Xia Lei sheathed her sword, slightly panting. While she had won this battle, it was far from easy. If it hadn't been for her fully defensive skill, basic blood protection, and a balanced profession like the silver sand painter, she might have faced serious trouble against Qinghua's demonic mark ability, demonic shadow slaughter.
"Don't worry, it's fine. I still have tricks left to use," said Xia Lei, who had just been battling wits and courage with Qinghua. At this moment, she resembled a girl in love, even her attempt to reassure Ye Zhongming carried a hint of flirtation.
Ye Zhongming smiled and looked down at Qinghua's corpse. The deaths of Demon Gold and this woman had thwarted his inquiry into the Heart-Piercing Organization. However, battles were like this; if one still held back, it might very well be oneself that ended up dead.
He pulled out the sand dance, intending to cut off Qinghua's demonic mark to bring back to Liu Zhenghong for research, but just as he bent down, Ye Zhongming suddenly paused, his expression changing dramatically.
He grabbed Xia Lei and ran out while loudly calling for the Cloud Summit warriors who had entered the building to hurry and evacuate.
Just two seconds later, a dull explosion rang out from the bottom of the building, shaking the entire structure, and then it began to collapse.
Don't be fooled that the Cloud Summit warriors were all four-star and five-star; this building was being pressed by thousands of tons of rubble. Once the structure collapsed, the previously established balance would be lost, and they would face the fate of being buried alive!
While one person could demolish a building in a very short time, being crushed by the debris of a building was an entirely different concept.
No wonder Demon Gold had intentionally brought the Cloud Summit people here; he likely had a trap set up long ago.