Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 724: Encountering the Qiongqi Again

Chapter 724: Encountering the Qiongqi Again

“Perfect timing!” Chen Huaian advanced instead of retreating, one finger from his sword leading the way.

A silver-white sword qi, condensed like a thread, shot out in an instant.

It did not try to brute-force the tiger’s claw, but precisely pierced toward the weakest spot at the tiger’s wrist joint.

“Ding!”

The sword qi struck the tiger claw, producing a metallic clang.

The White Tiger’s massive body staggered slightly, the strike’s trajectory skewed by that crafty blade. The huge paw scraped Chen Huaian’s robe and slammed heavily into the ground, sending stones scattering.

Even those rocks hitting his body caused his skin to sting, showing just how powerful the blow was!

Chen Huaian executed Ode to Gallantry, his movement becoming instantly supremely agile, like a butterfly through blossoms, like flowing clouds under the moon—ethereal and elusive, impossible to pin down.

His sword moves were even more fierce and swift.

Each stroke targeted the moments when the White Tiger shifted its power, the joints’ vulnerabilities, or places where the gray gas moved a little sluggishly.

Silver-white sword qi crisscrossed, carving brilliant streaks across the dim base of the pagoda.

Sword light wove into a deadly net, constantly slicing and weakening the White Tiger’s raging demonic power and gray gas.

The White Tiger roared in fury, its attacks grand and explosive.

Every pounce, bite, and tail-swipe contained mountain-shattering force, turning the Demon Sealing Pagoda’s bottom floor into chaos, causing stone walls to crack.

Yet Chen Huaian’s swordplay was so exquisite and his figure so nimble that he always dodged the lethal attacks at the last possible moment and countered with even craftier sword qi. Sword light and tiger shadow crossed, and for a time the fight was evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

But Chen Huaian had not used his full strength.

He never forgot his goal—to seize the Fierce Beast’s demonic soul and inherit the qilin’s wish to revive the Four Great Sacred Beasts.

Not to utterly destroy this sacred beast’s physical shell.

So his attacks were more about restraint and attrition, trying to find an opportunity to subdue it without causing severe damage.

However, the White Tiger, thoroughly corrupted by the gray gas, felt no pain and knew no fatigue.

Because he kept dodging, the White Tiger shell seemed to become utterly enraged.

Its assaults grew even more ferocious and brutal, those crimson eyes locked on him with absolute resolve to fight to the death!

“Tsk, troublesome!” Chen Huaian parried a fierce tiger lunge, using its force to glide back several zhang, watching the White Tiger rush at him again with a helpless glint in his eyes. He had to turn up the pressure, otherwise this tireless beast would wear him down to exhaustion.

The auspicious beast in the Demon Sealing Pagoda remained motionless, doing who knew what.

If so, deal with the White Tiger shell first.

“I’ll have to make you suffer a little,” Chen Huaian’s gaze hardened, his sword intent suddenly climbing, becoming razor-sharp and murderous. The sword tip’s light flared, a sword aura far denser and more dazzling than before beginning to form, “This Venerable One will try to be gentle!”

Just as his sword move was about to launch—

Roar—!!!

A beast’s cry, far more savage than the White Tiger’s roar and seeming to come from hell itself, exploded from the darkness behind Chen Huaian.

A freezing chill enveloped him from head to toe.

It was a murderous intent even more terrifying than the White Tiger’s, filled with utmost malice and greed, like an invisible tsunami that drowned him in an instant.

Chen Huaian shuddered all over, cold racing up his spine to his head.

Danger!

He had no time to turn around; at the critical moment his body again revealed astonishing flexibility and speed.

Like being yanked by an invisible force, he lunged and rolled to the side and forward.

“Shraa—!”

A huge black shadow carrying a putrid stench swept past almost brushing his back!

The gust from its sharp claws tore long rips across the robe behind him!

Chen Huaian rolled up in a mess and quickly put distance between them, finally seeing the true face of the ambusher.

A Fierce Beast even larger than the sacred White Tiger strode slowly from the dark.

It looked like a giant tiger, yet it had a pair of huge bat-like bony wings, their edges shimmering with a cold, faint light.

Its head was hideously fearsome, fangs jutting like curved scythes, dripping foul saliva.

Most grotesque was its body, seemingly stitched together from the limbs of countless Fierce Beasts, covered with a chaotic mix of tough fur and scales, some parts even exposing rotting flesh and stark white bones, giving off nauseating filth and ominous gray-black gas.

Two massive compound eyes flashed a chaotic, cruel glow, locked onto Chen Huaian.

That gaze contained only pure devouring desire and rising killing intent.

“Ascender! Die—!!!”

The monstrous howl burst from its mouth like a gale. The whole Demon Sealing Pagoda shook with its roar, and that terror—blending rot, blood, and savagery—pushed against the space like something tangible, making Chen Huaian feel breathless.

He gripped his sword, eyes narrowing as he looked at this stitched-together horror, murmuring to himself:

“Judging from the looks of it… this should be a Qiongqi?

It’s probably the Fierce Beast guarding this Demon Sealing Pagoda.”

Feeling the unrestrained, even wilder ferocity and malice on the creature—far worse than the out-of-control White Tiger—Chen Huaian’s brow tightened.

Clearly, this Qiongqi was not friendly toward him either.

But since it could speak, perhaps there was still a possibility of communication compared to the White Tiger shell?

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