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Daily life of a cultivation judge

Chapter 150 Yang Qing Vs Three Palace Stage Experts (3)
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Yang Qing threw a roundhouse kick at the orange-red-haired man as he was turning.

"Momentary distraction is a dangerous thing to have in a battle, your highness," Yang Qing gently said to the orange-red-haired man who was sent to the floor with the kick.

He was bleeding from the nose as a small indentation appeared on the cheek that was just kicked in.

Instead of being livid, he was visibly shaken because if he hadn't tried to deflect some of the weight of the attack with the hilt of his sword he would have lost his eye and suffered even more serious injuries.

"Just who did we provoke?" he bitterly muttered as he threw a complicated gaze towards the source of all this, the golden-haired man who was currently surrounded by a purple peacock that had purple flames around it.

"Fellow daoist we can still go our separate ways and put past grievances behind us," said the golden-haired man.

"It seems having a weapon with an awakened spirit has given you some confidence.  If it were more mature I would have considered employing much more serious means but it's only been sentient a little less than five years.

That is hardly enough. I'm sorry 'fellow daoist' I will have to reject your thoughtful offer.

You shouldn't expose your weapon's spirit so easily you know, especially if it's so young and you lacking the abilities to stop your opponent.

Think of this as a life lesson from your fellow daoist here," Yang Qing gently said as his whole look changed.

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His hair turned to pure white, down to every part of his body that had a white gentle glow to them as both his iris turned into a full moon.

The temperature in the area seemed to turn cooler with a sense of gentleness and calmness that made the three palace realm experts feel this wasn't a battlefield but a place of rest.

"Return to slumber little one: Slowing tides, grand lunar," Yang Qin gently muttered as a silhouette of a moon rising over a calm ocean appeared behind him.

The purple peacock screeched in defiance but with every second the screech got weaker and weaker till it finally turned into a purple smoke that disappeared into the purple feathered fan.

"Whaat?!!!" the golden-haired man frantically said as his pupils constricted.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY WEAPON?!!!!" he madly roared as he frantically charged towards Yang Qing.

"It seems only your cultivation base is the only good thing you have. In terms of mental acuity you're sorely lacking in that regard," Yang Qing indifferently said as his look switched from the white moon radiance-like look to his normal self.

The golden-haired man ignored defending himself as he waved his fan producing huge winds in the form of scythes. Despite attacking in a mad frenzy his attacks were even more powerful than the orange-red-haired man who had a third-level palace realm cultivation base while the golden-haired youth had a second-level palace realm cultivation base.

Yang Qing met the golden-haired man's frenzied attacks head-on as he threw a white-clad fist that caused a mirage in its wake. His fist effortlessly blew apart the wind scythes heading toward him as he charged head-on at the golden-haired man who recklessly charged on to face off against Yang Qing.

The elderly man and the orange-red-haired man also charged especially the former who charged with extreme urgency once he saw the golden-haired man's state.

The three men attacked holding nothing back as Yang Qing welcomed their attacks with ease as he seamlessly transitioned between attack and defense. The dome kept violently shaking as they went on. A white light could be seen rapidly shuttling through the violent chaos.

Ellie, the cloud-swallowing kite who among many things had learned pettiness from Yang Qing was gleefully taking everything in as she comfortably swam in the green flame which not only healed her but also acted as a barrier against the waves produced by the battle.

The battle had gone beyond just a fight of disagreement and instead became a battle for survival for the three men facing off against Yang Qing.

The more the battle raged on, the clearer they became on their disparity with Yang Qing. They had wounds all over their bodies while Yang didn't even have a scratch on his robes no matter how much they attacked. Worse was, his speed and force seemed to be rapidly increasing with time till it reached a point they couldn't attack anymore and could only throw all their focus on defending.

CRACK!!!

The axe of the elderly man got shattered by one of Yang Qing's rapid kicks which went on to slam his torso shattering his ribcage. He violently coughed up blood as his vision turned hazy.

"Young master," he silently muttered as his blurry gaze fell on the golden-haired young man who had lost his glamorous look from before. His hair was all over the place closely sticking to his skin due to sweat and blood.

The defensive circlet he had on that had a platinum silver hue at the beginning was now dark grey in color and had faint cracks on it. Due to Yang Qing's rapid attacks, the automatic defense power on the circlet got rapidly drained till it could no longer independently activate anymore. The golden-haired man would have to constantly feed qi into it which was a rather difficult thing to do since he couldn't afford to spare the qi or the attention it needed to activate it.

His earlier frenzied look had disappeared and was replaced by deep fear as he stared at the green-haired monster gazing calmly at the three of them not showing any sign of stopping.

The orange-red-haired man seemed to have gotten it worse among the three as he was fully covered in blood, his sword was barely holding on, and he was wheezing with only one of his eyes open. He was barely hanging on.

The golden-haired man gritted his teeth as a purple talisman appeared in his hands. He seemed hesitant but then he firmed himself.

"You think I'd just let you activate a talisman," Yang Qing's voice echoed over as the hand that was holding the talisman got shattered at the wrist. Yang Qing kicked the purple talisman away as he flung a grey paper talisman of his own at it.

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The grey talisman lit up as black runes lit up from it covering the whole purple talisman which then turned into a grey dull like rock.

"Now we won't have to worry about an accidental release," Yang Qing muttered as he resumed his attack on the golden-haired man before he could process what had just happened.

A one-sided onslaught ensued from that moment on as Yang Qing thoroughly terrorized the three men who were barely hanging on.

After five minutes the elderly man and the orange-red-haired man were already lying unconscious on the floor while the golden-haired man was on his knees with a look of despair on his face as Yang Qing stood above him with a look of calm indifference.

"While I did say I wouldn't kill you but that only applied to the other two. The way I see it, this whole thing happened because of you and the rest agreed on it since they couldn't afford to offend you. Who knows how many stunts like this you have pulled? You must have some pretty powerful backing in the Golden bamboo pavilion to have two palace stage experts follow your every whim. Erasing you could be considered a good deed," Yang Qing calmly said.

He got no response from the golden-haired man who kept muttering why and how over and over.

Yang Qing raised his fist as his gaze turned solemn. A small black whirling circle appeared below his fist as it grew in size by the second.

"I invite nature's mercy upon the unfavorable, to wash the blight of misfortune away. Take your pardon and begin anew. Everything washed away into oblivion to rise once more.

The fist of oblivion."

The golden-haired man was pulled out of his stupor due to the terrifying fluctuations above him. He raised his head and was met with an enormous black hole that seemed like it could swallow the world whole.

He started yelling incoherently as he tried to move backward away from the black hole but all strength had left his body.

"Father help!! HEELP! HELP MEEEE!!!" he madly yelled but alas there was no response.

"A domain father huh..," Yang Qing mumbled.

"Now go in peace fellow daoist," Yang Qing slowly said as he brought his fist down.