Qi Xia knew that in the time ahead, it would be impossible for Xuanwu to defeat Qinglong.

After all, Xuanwu had already used her full strength, yet Qinglong appeared to be merely toying with a powerless monkey.

At this moment, all the wounds on Qinglong’s body were rapidly healing, while Xuanwu appeared to have no ability to self-heal whatsoever. She stood in place, breathing slightly heavily.

If the battle continued like this, Xuanwu would sooner or later turn into a pile of wriggling flesh fragments.

Qi Xia turned his head to look at Qinglong’s expression. Although Xuanwu hadn’t injured Qinglong, from the current situation, all of this was worthwhile.

How could rapid bodily restoration have no effect on Qinglong whatsoever?

His crazed expression had become increasingly obvious. The deeper his conviction went, the greater the impact on Qinglong would be.

His thoughts would gradually become maddened, producing a positive influence on the plan ahead.

Xuanwu stared at Qinglong for a moment, then reached out to move the strange “weapon” in her hand.

Her thinking was very simple—since she could injure Qinglong once, she could definitely injure him a second time.

Since he could be injured, then Qinglong could die.

This wasn’t a question of difficulty, but only a question of whether she tried hard enough.

Xuanwu dragged her right arm, and the right arm in turn dragged the spine. The structure they formed together resembled a bizarre scythe.

The spine scraped across the ground, emitting strange and piercing sounds.

“Hahaha…” Qinglong grinned. “With mere ‘Immortality’ and ‘Divine Strength’… how exactly do you plan to kill me?”

Qinglong felt he had heard this ridiculous argument more than once. No matter how difficult something was, there would always be people who believed the reason such difficult tasks couldn’t be accomplished was because they were “not trying hard enough.”

Xuanwu was like this, and Qi Xia was too.

They believed that as long as there was enough time and enough effort applied, even mortals could triumph over heaven.

But Qinglong always found it laughable. If mortals could triumph over heaven, then what use would heaven be?

“Xuanwu… from now on, I’ll let you know what’s called a ‘gap.'”

“A… gap…?”

Qinglong’s face twisted madly as he extended his finger and pointed toward the sky. Xuanwu also raised the strange “scythe” in her hand with a vigilant expression, ready at any moment to guard against Qinglong’s attack.

But a scene she never expected suddenly appeared.

Within the entire “Cangjie Chess” venue, strange dark clouds began to condense out of thin air at the dark heights above.

Those clouds rolled like surging waves, swirling in midair, with countless flashes of lightning flickering within them.

Xuanwu slowly widened her eyes, seeming to remember something. This was Qinglong’s “Thunderbolt.”

This was the bizarre ability that all the “Divine Beasts” and “Zodiacs” had heard of but never truly witnessed—probably also Qinglong’s most powerfully destructive terrifying “Immortal Art.”

“BOOM.”

“Xuanwu, if you admit your mistake and leave now, continue being my dog, then it will be as if nothing happened,” Qinglong said.

Perhaps in anyone else’s view, Qinglong’s words couldn’t shake them, but Xuanwu precisely hesitated at this moment.

She had already defied Qinglong to such an extent—not only fighting him with full force, but even using his own spine to split open his head… Could he really treat it as if nothing had happened?

If what Qinglong said was true, then leaving now would be her best choice.

Because facing Qinglong’s state, Xuanwu had already panicked.

She felt she was doing something extremely dangerous. For these past several decades, she had moved about in “Taoyuan” like a walking corpse. She could attack anyone, yet never for a single moment had she felt panic.

“It’s difficult,” Xuanwu said.

“Hmm?”

“Life is difficult, ‘Taoyuan’ is difficult, defeating you is also difficult,” Xuanwu said. “Now even standing before you, I feel it’s difficult.”

“If you can’t hold on, you can fall,” Qinglong said with a smile. “I’ll have the ‘Twin Flowers’ on the ‘train’ continue treating you. If you truly continue to defy me, these wounds on your body will never be able to heal again.”

“BOOM.”

“But I finally obtained this opportunity with great difficulty,” Xuanwu slowly raised her head, cold eyes shooting out from her long hair. “In these several decades, this is my only opportunity to defy you. Do you know how rare this opportunity is for me…?”

“Does it not matter even if you yourself are shattered to pieces?” Qinglong asked again.

“In ‘Taoyuan’… the first person I wanted to kill was myself, the second was you,” Xuanwu said in a deep voice. “I don’t have the opportunity to kill myself, but I have the opportunity to kill you… How could I give up?”

“BOOM.”

Thunder rolled within the venue, as if the entire sky was enraged. Alternating bright and dark light continuously flickered upon their figures, like spotlights falling on a stage.

“That’s not right.” Qinglong smiled and shook his head. “In my view, the first person you want to kill is me, and the second is yourself. Otherwise, when fighting me, you wouldn’t need to protect your vital points.”

“Is that so…” Xuanwu nodded ambiguously. “The best outcome… perhaps is that I could die here together with you… but that’s difficult…”

Qinglong revealed a smile and was just about to deliver the killing blow when once again, in a moment of confusion, he raised his head.

That strange feeling came again…

That terrifying and absurd illusion began madly flooding into his mind.

He saw himself collapsing at the train head.

All his conviction completely crumbled at that moment, and his entire body’s “Immortal Arts” instantly became ineffective.

But Heavenly-Dragon was sitting there perfectly fine without moving—how could his conviction collapse?

Xuanwu precisely captured the instant Qinglong was distracted, and immediately “transitioned” forward.

Qinglong snapped back to attention once more. Irritated and confused, he casually struck out with a palm. After Xuanwu caught this palm with one hand, she retreated repeatedly, nearly stepping on her own long hair and falling to the ground.

Qinglong’s expression was extremely gloomy. He only felt that now he should find a way to go to the “train head” to check on the situation.

If illusions continuously came from the “train head,” it could only mean something had happened there.

So the Xuanwu before his eyes needed to be dealt with immediately. Once the plan truly developed flaws, regardless of how Qi Xia’s situation turned out, his own plan to kill Heavenly-Dragon would come to nothing.

Thinking of this, Qinglong immediately raised his hand toward the sky, then clenched it into a fist.

A low roar came from the sky above, followed by massive rumbling. Countless electric sparks scattered in all directions—it appeared a huge bolt of lightning was about to fall.

Xuanwu raised her head with slight terror. She knew that even if she possessed “Immortality,” being struck by lightning couldn’t possibly leave her unharmed.

After all, the most powerful thing she had seen in her life was lightning striking her village.

“Too difficult…” Xuanwu murmured. “All of this is too difficult…”

She shifted her footsteps, only able to try to use “Transition” to evade this massive lightning bolt at the critical moment.

But before her footstep could land, her entire person was controlled by “Soul Seizing” again.

“BOOM!”

Massive electric light illuminated within the venue, lighting up the venue as bright as day.

Qi Xia endured the intense light and forced his eyes open, seeing that indeed there were many “doors” suspended in midair.