Chapter 55 - Kill
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Qiao Xipeng’s mid-grade mystic instrument was blown to shreds from the blast. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards a far distance. He was in bad shape, his clothes tattered from the impact.

The severely injured Qiao Xipeng couldn’t care less about the spirit snake’s condition anymore. He quickly reached for his interspatial pouch and took out a few jade bottles, pouring out medicinal pellets to consume.

As he raised his hand and tilted his head, ready to stuff the medicinal pellets into his mouth, he was suddenly stunned with shock!

Unknown as to when, a three-feet long metal cube loomed above him, overshadowing his figure and blocking his view of the sky. The name of the mystic instrument was clearly visible on the bottom, glowing with a deep light.

Qiao Xipeng had no time to consume the medicinal pellets anymore as Landslide was already swinging down with a mountain-heavy momentum.

Qiao Xipeng made a strange noise, it was too late to evade Landslide’s attack now. He had to brace for impact. Although his shield mystic instrument was shattered, as a Blood Condensation Realm expert, he naturally had more than just one defensive mystic instrument.

A tree-crown-looking mid-grade mystic instrument flew out from his interspatial pouch. It flew above his head and grew into a huge tree that sheltered him underneath.

However, as Landslide rammed down, creaking sounds could be heard. The branches of the big tree were crushed by Landslide and its trunk cracked apart, looking like it would collapse at any moment.

Qiao Xipeng watched as his mystic instrument was slowly squashed flat. He infused his arcane energy into the tree mystic instrument, but it was like fighting against an iron wall. The opposing force from Landslide was so immense that his pallid face turned red again. His chest tightened up and breathing suddenly became difficult. It was incredibly uncomfortable.

Qiao Xipeng shouted in anger, “High-grade mystic instrument! Who’s the shameless prick attacking this Granddaddy Qiao!? Are you not afraid of my Qiao Clan and Xuan Ling Sect coming after your head!?”

As if in response, a soft noise could be heard from underwater. It was Lu Ping, who had flown up from the seabed to the nameless island. He waved his hands, casting out dozens of top-grade blood charms towards Qiao Xipeng as if they were waste papers.

When Qiao Xipeng saw him, he immediately recognized Lu Ping as the Zhen Ling Sect Blood Refining Realm disciple he had just killed. He couldn’t help exclaiming in shock, “You? You’re not dead?”

Meanwhile, dozens of top-grade blood charms exploded around Qiao Xipeng, forming ripples on his protective light barrier.

Qiao Xipeng smirked contemptuously, “What a joke. What can those Blood Refining Realm toys even do?”

As soon as he said this, a loud cracking noise could be heard. The tree mystic instrument finally couldn’t bear the pressure anymore and collapsed.

“Prick!”

Qiao Xipeng swore and then spurted out a mouthful of blood. This little Zhen Lin

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Translator Notes

Sorry for keeping you waiting, I dumbass thought yesterday was Sunday. So, here's the chapter for yesterday (Monday). 

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