"Augusta, seven years ago, you were just a small mage. That year, you also besieged my father like this, right?" Jiang Qing said coldly, "Other than besieging and sneaking up on others, what else do you know?"
"The winner takes all, the loser takes all." Augusta closed his eyes and said calmly, "Take another step forward..." As he said this, his eyes suddenly opened, revealing a look of disbelief.
Behind Jiang Qing, white shadows darted out one after another. Each of the white shadows had all sorts of terrifying wounds on their bodies. Some of them were burnt like charcoal.
Some of them had knife wounds on their necks that were almost sliced open.
Some of them had swollen bodies, as if they had been soaked in water for a long time. They had drowned.
From several tens to several hundred, the number of white shadows increased rapidly. However, what made Augusta even more astonished was that each of the white female ghosts looked like Jiang Qing herself.
This was the martial art that Jiang Qing had cultivated after the Battle of Haijing Blitz. Even in the Underworld Sect, no one had cultivated it for several hundred years. It was a secret technique amongst secret techniques, the Great Art of Tragic Death.
The reason why no one had cultivated this great martial art was not because the potential of this martial art was insufficient. Instead, it was because the path of this martial art was simply too difficult.
The so-called Great Art of Tragic Death was to make use of the great danger between life and death and the eruption of a living being's instincts before death. In each near-death experience, one would stimulate one's potential crazily and overdraw on one's life.
In each near-death experience, one would be able to condense a martial arts avatar using the Great Art of Tragic Death. However, after each near-death experience, one might really die.
The over three hundred white female ghosts before him were all Jiang Qing's true martial arts avatars. The Night Parade of White Ghosts earlier was just her mental state after she had crippled her cultivation and re-cultivated.
Over three hundred white female ghosts represented three hundred near-death experiences, which meant that she had experienced three hundred deaths.
It could be said that ever since the Battle of Haijing, she had been walking the line between life and death every single day. She had been giving it her all every single day, wanting to squeeze out every inch of potential from her body.
She had been struggling on the line between life and death countless times, challenging opponents who were stronger than her every single time.
Perhaps she really wanted to become strong, or perhaps … she just wanted to die.
However, walking on the edge of death, the overdraft of one's potential and the consumption of one's lifespan would also bring about great power.
When so many white female ghosts appeared, the surrounding soldiers had already started shooting wildly.
However, physical attacks were useless against Martial Dao Dharmakaya. More than 300 female ghosts swept across, and wherever they passed, there were screams. Each female ghost represented a kind of death experience. When they began to attack, the target would experience the pain of death. If the target's willpower was not enough to resist the fear of death, they would really die.
Jiang Qing shook her head, and her white hair flew up like flames. A maniacal laughter came from her mouth. Her mental attack was mixed with her voice, using the sensitivity of her voice to drive the changes in the human body.
This was the Helpless Dharmic Voice of the Tragic Death Dharmic Art. This voice was like a demonic voice that would cause anyone who heard it to instantly lose their rationality.
The sound attack and the avatar's attack instantly disintegrated the entire army formation.
"Hahahaha." Jiang Qing shook her white robe, looked in the direction of August, and said coldly, "Twelve Guardian Knights, come and die."
Behind the army formation, a total of twelve blue figures cut through the air like twelve sharp arrows, passing through the disintegrated army formation and shooting toward Jiang Qing's position.
These twelve Guardian Knights were all carefully selected from the countless warriors of the Empire. Each one of them was strong enough to fight against a hundred people. They had strong mental fortitude and were not afraid of death.
The white female ghosts rushed toward their bodies, but it was as if there was no effect at all. Their mental state was not affected at all.
Obviously, they were martial arts experts who had already stepped into the realm of God's Possession or God's General. Normal mental attacks had no effect on them.
They were emotionless, like silent statues. However, the two-handed swords in their hands were like violent wind and thunder, slashing toward Jiang Qing's position from different directions in the most logical way.
At the same time, the sorcerers in front of August condensed their magic and aimed their magic guns at Jiang Qing. They were ready for the next wave of attacks.
Then, white air currents suddenly rose and exploded in all directions. Amidst the invisible flames, the twelve Guardian Knights screamed and were sent flying by the explosive shockwave.
August frowned and slowly spat out two words, "Void Refinement Stage?"
Streaks of fire and lightning shot out from the muzzle of the magic guns. At the same time, magic arrays lit up one by one. Various kinds of acid, poison gas, and binding forces shrouded Jiang Qing.
In the face of these attacks, Jiang Qing's body flashed slightly and appeared a hundred meters away as if she had shrunk the ground into an inch, completely dodging this wave of attacks.
Her entire body bulged slightly, as if her muscles had expanded. Whether it was her arms, legs, stomach, or chest, they had all become thicker. However, this kind of thickness was a kind of female fitness, not obesity.
This also caused her to grow taller by about five centimeters.
This was the Frightening Transformation that Zuo Qingcang had taught her. Three years ago, Jiang Qing had asked Shen Anan to modify her bones and muscles, allowing her to have the foundation to cultivate this technique. It also allowed her to experience close to death more than twenty times.
Every time, she relied on her strong will to survive tenaciously, which allowed her to brush shoulders with death every time.
After transforming, Jiang Qing's explosive strength increased crazily. Every step she took on the ground would cause the air to explode, creating a huge crater. Her entire body shot towards August like a rocket.
At the same time, white invisible flames shot up from her body. All the soldiers who were swept by the flames all fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
They were all scared to death.
Because this was the Qi of True Origin cultivated by the Great Art of Tragic Death, the Divine Rays of Terror. All the living beings who were swept by the Divine Rays of Terror would instantly experience all the deaths that cultivators had experienced.
It was also because these people had instantly experienced Jiang Qing's close to death more than three hundred times.
With a rumble, the Divine Rays of Terror stirred up a violent gust of air, blowing over ten sorcerers into rolling gourds. The sorcerers fell to the ground and instantly convulsed, foaming at the mouth. Some of them even screamed crazily.
Jiang Qing did not care about this. She took another step forward. Her white and tender fist was enveloped in a white gust of air. With a momentum that could send a truck flying with a single punch, she smashed it down towards August's face.
However, with a rumble, a huge crater was smashed into the ground. Jiang Qing did not see Austin at all.
"Amazing. To be able to reach this level with your talent, it's already not something that can be summed up with the word 'hard work'."
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