The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy
Chapter 323. Each One’s Opportunity (Formerly 319)

Chapter 323: 323. Each One’s Opportunity (Formerly 319)

Qiao Sen’s punches were so fast that they transformed into countless afterimages, each one indistinguishable from the real.

The scorching heat wave twisted the air, leaving Di Ao’s skin blistered and bubbling. More terrifying was how Qiao Sen’s fists rained down on Di Ao like a torrential storm.

Every punch brought such incredible heat that it melted her body, and her Power of Undying was somehow restrained, unable to heal these molten wounds.

Terror gripped Di Ao as she sensed death approaching.

She launched a frenzied counterattack, striking at Qiao Sen with faster and stronger force.

But Qiao Sen had already lost all reason, driven only by instinct—the instinct to kill Di Ao.

The two sides furiously pummeled each other; Qiao Sen’s fists had exposed bone, her body marked with countless wounds left by Di Ao, and she became unrecognizable.

Yet she continued to beat Di Ao like a machine, the relentless heat continuously melting her monstrous form.

"Stop! Qiao Sen, stop now!"

Di Ao screamed in terror, frightened because she’d just achieved her dream, and she didn’t want to die yet.

"Ohhhhh!"

Beast-like roars escaped Qiao Sen as she mechanically punched, punched, punched.

"Bang—"

As Qiao Sen threw her final punch, Di Ao’s body shattered completely, breaking into countless chunks of flesh and bone, leaving only an intact head flying away.

On the head, Di Ao’s face was filled with shock and disbelief; she couldn’t fathom that she’d died just like that.

With a thud, Di Ao’s head landed far away, her eyes wide open, staring hard at Qiao Sen.

Qiao Sen, drenched in blood and barely human-looking, stood rooted to the spot, maintaining her striking posture.

She finally wobbled, then gently fell forward, motionless, her breath weakening.

"How could I, Di Ao, die? I won’t die! I have transcended limits, how could I fail!!"

Di Ao felt her consciousness fading and roared with resentment in her mind.

Driven by an overwhelming will to live, a few slender, blood-red tendrils suddenly grew from her severed neck, pushing hard against the ground.

Her head rolled forward and conveniently landed on Emperor Qiao Zhi’s headless corpse.

Numerous tendrils extended from Di Ao’s neck, burrowing into Emperor Qiao Zhi’s severed neck.

Di Ao’s consciousness finally blacked out, but the tendrils kept wriggling, connecting her head to Emperor Qiao Zhi’s body.

Meanwhile, after Qiao Sen fell, blood continuously flowed from her, pooling and spilling into the distance.

Earlier, when Di Ao donned the Blood God Mask and was transformed into a Blood God Soldier, the mask had fallen to the ground.

Where Qiao Sen collapsed was not far from the Blood God Mask; her flowing blood suddenly turned direction bizarrely, flowing toward the mask.

Upon contact with the Blood God Mask, Qiao Sen’s blood was immediately absorbed into it.

The entire mask turned blood-red, its eye sockets emitting a crimson light, with even more dark red blood oozing out—a phenomenon unseen when Di Ao wore it.

The dark red blood oozing from the Blood God Mask began to backflow along Qiao Sen’s blood and infused into her body.

As the blood backflowed, Qiao Sen’s injuries visibly began to heal, and her once weakened presence gradually regained strength.

Qiao Sen and Di Ao, fated enemies, lay not far from each other and unknowingly embraced the most critical opportunity of their lives.

Unsure how much time passed, a bright blue light suddenly arrived, swallowing Qiao Sen but halting just near Di Ao.

This small discrepancy separated Qiao Sen and Di Ao into two worlds, so close yet worlds apart.

"Clang clang clang!"

Just as the blue light was about to vanish, the Blood God Mask suddenly leaped out, landing beside Di Ao.

The mask lay quietly, staring at the sky, with hollow eyes and a strange expression, as if mocking the world’s bizarre coincidence.

...

The rebellion in the Capital had entered a white-hot phase.

Fires raged in many places, cries, screams, and angry shouts created a deafening chorus.

Rampaging soldiers started burning, killing, and looting everywhere, enjoying chaotic indulgence.

Most of the City Patrol had been defeated by the Dragon Guards led by Di Qingying, with many surrendering, and a minority fleeing in disarray, joining in the chaos.

Di Qingying led the remaining Dragon Guards in surrounding the Imperial Palace, initiating a fierce assault.

The Imperial Army had lost two commanding generals, and with Qiao Sen gone missing, chaos reigned from the start.

Finally, the enthusiastic Xuan Ling took action personally, disposing of some opportunistic deserters and rounding up a few floundering leaders to regroup the chaotic Imperial Army to defend the palace.

Outside the Imperial Palace, Di Qingying sat on horseback, looking up at the awe-inspiring structure symbolizing imperial power, feeling a surge of excitement.

"Sir!"

A personal soldier rushed up to report that Di Ao, who had been following, was now missing.

Di Qingying felt a twinge of discontent but quickly reasoned it away, thinking Di Ao must have seen the danger and fled.

But there was no escape now, and in this situation, where to run? By tomorrow, whether dead or alive, the charges of rebellion and regicide would fall on her.

And she would become the hero who turned the tide, using the poisoned Emperor Qiao Zhi to control the court, commanding ministers, and when the moment was ripe, transform the Qiao realm into the Di realm...

The beautiful vision seemed within reach, but brutal reality soon sobered Di Qingying.

The Dragon Guards launched a fierce assault on the Imperial Palace, but lacking more siege equipment, they couldn’t break through quickly.

Fearful of dragging until tomorrow, Di Qingying could only seek the assistance of General Yaksha’s dispatched Substitute Messengers.

"Honored ones, please break open the palace gates."

Di Qingying respectfully requested the Substitute Messengers, knowing she could not offend them.

The Substitute Messengers nodded, rushing to the palace, effortlessly leaping onto the walls and slaughtering the Imperial Army above.

Di Qingying wore a delighted smile, but it was swiftly interrupted by three descending sword lights.

Yu Qing, Xuan Ling, and Gou Cheng had been watching secretly, acting only once the Substitute Messengers appeared.

Di Qingying was shocked by the changes on the walls, but personal soldiers swiftly delivered worse news.

The Long Xiao Guards stationed far at the right camp had arrived, led by the long-missing Zhao Luo Fei.

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