Chapter 86: The Watershed—The Divide Between Immortal and Mortal

“If the host blindly pursues these lesser paths, he will ultimately sink, and his future achievements will be limited.”
“With the system’s assistance, the host must advance without hesitation—invincible in my presence!”
“Excellent!”
Lin Qiu felt his blood surging, his spirits ablaze.
What a declaration: invincible in my presence!
He was already imagining himself tearing apart every enemy before him; but in the next instant, his expression changed.
A mighty mountain of flesh appeared in his sight.
A fist as large as a millstone descended from the heavens, smashing the Jiheng family’s house with a single blow.
“Ah!”
Jiheng cried out in anguish.
“My home!”
He stared at the falling fist, tears streaming from his eyes.
This was his home—the only place tied to him and his son.
Now, with a single punch, it had been reduced to ruins. Jiheng stood stunned, the light in his eyes dimming.
“Heaven’s Mandate, I’ll kill you!”
Thunder Dragon let out a roar; the death of his nine sons had left him in agony.
With his roar, he transformed into a shadow, soaring skyward.
“Boom!”
The millstone-sized fist collided with Thunder Dragon’s palm.
In midair, Thunder Dragon shuddered, blood spraying from his seven orifices.
The enormous fist only paused briefly, then smashed down again with renewed force.
“Boom!”
The earth trembled, mountains shook—the shockwave from the blow rendered the ruins even more devastated.
From the wreckage, several figures shot into the sky.
Lin Qiu manipulated the moisture in the air, stepping upon the void.
Beside him, Xu Bing’s clothes transformed once more into the Dragon Scale Battle Armor, her hand gripping the Fang Tian Halberd, pointing toward the three-meter-tall monster.
Mengmeng, now fused with her armored counterpart, held an oil-paper umbrella, walking gracefully through the air.
In her right hand, a willow-leaf blade was held in reverse grip.
Upon the blade, autumn swans rippled, and a needle-point eye appeared, shining like a crystal under the moonlight.
“Kill!”
Lin Qiu roared, his vital energy coursing through every limb.
With both hands in motion, he manipulated the water vapor in the air to launch his attack.
He had acquired the Water Dividing skill, enabling him to command the world’s waters in battle.
There was naturally moisture in the air.
Given his current level of vital energy, he could only control about two tons, but this power was already formidable.
“I’ll crush you!”
Lin Qiu’s lips curled into a fierce smile as he swung his arms, gathering the moisture into a roaring river across the void.
The river surged, enveloping the monster.
Lin Qiu gripped his hands, controlling the river, attempting to crush the monster with water pressure.
The monster was immobilized instantly, unable to move, but beneath the pressure of the water, it remained unmoved. No matter how Lin Qiu pressed, he could not advance further.
“A sixth-tier monster, truly powerful!”
He was startled, madness gleaming in his eyes.
“Invincible in my presence!”
Roaring, Lin Qiu raised his hands to the sky. The water vapor in the air was drawn in, spun, compressed, and formed into a long sword.
“I strike!”
Lin Qiu soared upward, brandishing the sword and slashing at the monster trapped within the river.
The sword sliced through wind and waves, parting the river, its edge cleaving into the monster’s body.
With a metallic clatter, dazzling sparks flashed.
“Crack!”
A splitting sound rang out, and Lin Qiu’s expression changed—the sword in his hand began to fracture from the middle. As for the monster, its blood-red eyes fixed upon him.
Its muscles bulged, giving a slight tremor, and the sword in Lin Qiu’s hand snapped in two with a crisp crack.
The falling blade tip vaporized instantly, disappearing into the air.
Still holding half the sword, Lin Qiu had no time to retreat before a palm, larger than a fan, swatted him aside like a fly.
“I—”
He hadn’t finished speaking before he was sent flying by a slap.
“Are you all corpses? That hurt like hell—get him for me!”
As Lin Qiu tumbled through the air, he felt his bones and sinews about to shatter, his face twisted in pain.
“Roar!”
A hoarse cry—Thunder Dragon, who had been slammed into the earth, roared again, shooting skyward and turning into shadows as he attacked the monster in a wild barrage.
But as a fifth-tier zombie against a sixth-tier monster, lacking intelligence and wit, his attacks relied solely on instinct; driven by that, his movements were faster, swift as lightning. Yet after landing several blows and sending sparks flying, Thunder Dragon was smashed into the ground again by the monster’s fist.
The monster grinned, saliva dripping, polluting the air instantly with the stench of rot.
And at the moment the monster turned, a shadow flickered beneath the moonlight.
A willow-leaf blade swept across the monster’s eyes, scattering sparks.
“Pop!”
A sharp sound—Fang Tian Halberd’s tip struck the white scar left by the blade on the monster’s pupil, puncturing an eyeball.
“Ah!”
Red and white fluid streamed from the monster’s eyes as it screamed in agony.
Its fists pounded its chest, unleashing a powerful shockwave with its roar.
Mengmeng and Xu Bing were sent flying by the blast.
“Ah!”
Mengmeng cried out, spitting a mouthful of blood.
Starlight flickered on her body; the oil-paper umbrella and cheongsam vanished, leaving her a short-skirted girl again, her willow-leaf blade trembling and falling to the ground, transforming into the big black dog, Heize.
With a cry, Heize spat a mouthful of crimson blood, weakly raising his head to gaze at the monster, unwillingness in his eyes.
He snarled in a low, ferocious growl.
He was still too inexperienced—though he possessed an eighth-grade bloodline, he had not fully matured.
Given time, only the overlords of this world could rival him.
At present, those so-called overlords were still being nurtured.
His starting point was slightly higher than those ancient overlord bloodlines; among their adolescent selves, the outcome was far from certain.
But the monster before him was already a master, and after devouring the nine sons’ bloodlines, it became a monster, its cultivation ascending to the sixth tier.
The sixth tier—the boundary between immortals and mortals!
Heize spat another mouthful of blood, closed his eyes, and lost consciousness.
“Heize!”
Mengmeng cried out, struggling to crawl closer.
When she was only ten centimeters away, her raised hand fell powerlessly to the ground, her eyes closing as she fainted.
Heize and Mengmeng had lost their combat strength, unconscious.
Xu Bing fared no better.
Her battle armor was already beginning to crack.
Lin Qiu, flung through the air, suffered a violent shock to his body!