What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book

Chapter 234: Butterfly Effect, Sword Breaking The Void

Chu Ge assumed that the other party had provoked Qiu Wuji, and with her prowess; he wasn’t worried at all.

However, in reality, it was on Qiu Wuji’s side that the situation was even more challenging…

On his side, rendering the opponent’s previously proud ability that turned ninety-nine percent of opponents into trash essentially meaningless against him. When it came to combat ability, what comparison could be made between him who had trained in the world of fantasy and martial arts and them? It was clearly an overwhelming advantage.

On the other hand, Qiu Wuji’s side didn’t have this kind of restraint; it was a pure clash of raw power.

And the strength of this mysterious sonic attacker was by no means weak. How could someone weak possibly counter Qiu Wuji, engage in a swirling confrontation of sound waves, from an unknown place?

The opponent was clearly deeply immersed in this domain of abilities, having reached a terrifying level of control and power over sound. No one knew where they were, but their control over sound had already transcended dimensions, resonating throughout space.

If Qiu Wuji were a practitioner of sound manipulation, she could counter with sound, but she was a sword cultivator.

Thus, she would counter with the sword!

The sword didn’t need to know where to attack.

No need for an attack; the sword had its own resonance.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”

Amid the wind dragon formed by the manipulated sound waves, countless illusory sword shadows suddenly appeared, swirling around the wind. The sword shadows trembled, intertwining in the air as if playing the music of ancient bells and drums, with the echo of thunder resounding.

In the distance, the ocean surged, waves billowed, crystallizing into sword intent, myriad and boundless, surging toward the sky.

The waves were boundless, the water swords sang, the sea and sky harmonized, and a celestial sword song resonated through the heavens and earth.

The night sky became resplendent and enchanting, with the special effects of the Immortal Cultivation world filling the earthly night, rendering the neon lights of the urban city pale in comparison.

In the midst of the neon city of the metropolis, countless people turned their heads to look. “What is that?”

“Oh my god! Which Daoist friend is transcending their tribulation here!”

“Is it some kind of celestial phenomenon?”

“Perhaps it’s a phenomenon caused by the interaction of air currents over the sea. It just happens to look like the ‘Myriad Sword Art.’ It’s so beautiful!”

In the distance, thunder suddenly roared.

The rumbling thunder resounded over the distant sea, but the sword shadows that had been swirling amid the wind seemed unable to be sustained any longer. They began to distort and dissipate, while the water swords within the sea also seemed to scatter amidst the sound of thunder, transforming back into mist and falling into the sea.

People couldn’t clearly discern these details, and while they sighed at the fleeting nature of the sword song, they concluded that it wasn’t some Daoist friend transcending their tribulation. Only a few individuals could guess what was happening, and each felt a sense of astonishment.

Was this the result of a clash between super ability users?

It had even impacted the heavens and earth!

Amidst the muffled thunder, a vague and unclear voice echoed: “Who… are you? Could you be from China’s SSS?”

China’s SSS? The tone of the question… Qiu Wuji hesitated for a moment, then smiled: “Why don’t you guess?”

The other party didn’t answer directly, their voice transmitting through unknown space: “This woman is dueling with me; she won’t easily divert her attention. Act opportunistically!”

The atmosphere stagnated briefly, and soon a group of black-suited individuals emerged from all directions, charging straight toward the factory.

“Foreigners too?” Wan Zijun leaned against the doorframe, looking bewildered at the people rushing toward him. Apart from Chinese faces, there were actually several foreigners mixed in.

“It’s truly a conglomerate of Shanghai. They even have foreigners as their hired hands?” Wan Zijun nervously wrote the word “dragon” on his left cheek, thinking that foreigners living in China should at least recognize Chinese characters, right?

But on second thought, maybe not necessarily. There were countless “international students” who couldn’t even speak proper Chinese yet still received scholarships and found study partners—what’s to say they could recognize characters?

As people rushed right up to him, Wan Zijun quickly added the word “dragon” in english to his right cheek.

The black-suited individuals in front saw the word on Wan Zijun’s face. Before they could even start laughing, they witnessed a golden dragon with five claws winding through the heavens and earth, occupying the entire space above them. The massive factory building looked like a matchbox beneath the belly of the dragon.

The foreigners, seeing the enormous-winged black dragon lying atop shimmering treasures, flames emanating from its mouth and its back split open like magma, blood dripping onto the ground and sizzling, exclaimed: “What the hell?”

“What the f**k?”

Whether Chinese or foreign, all the black-suited individuals were dumbfounded. They all urgently hit the brakes and turned to run.

Damn it! Who can fight against a dragon this size! If we don’t run, we might end up as its meal, and then we won’t have anywhere to reason!

Meanwhile, the knife-wielding Chef Jin and the others were also taken aback. “We haven’t even acted yet?”

In the rear, Zhong Yi stood beneath a window, calmly observing the scene ahead. “This path is blocked.”

Mi Xiaolin sneered, “Zhong Yi, others might be wary of you, but I’m not afraid of you.”

Zhong Yi responded indifferently, “Yes, indeed. You don’t even know me.”

“Although I don’t know you, your reputation precedes you.” Mi Xiaolin’s thoughts weren’t on exchanging pleasantries with Zhong Yi. The fact that the woman inside could hold her own against the host without falling behind amazed and worried her. With the situation having escalated to this point, if she didn’t resolve it quickly, she might never find peace.

Gritting her teeth, a shadow of a black butterfly suddenly appeared on her palm.

Simultaneously, Zhong Yi furrowed his brows, observing a nearly identical butterfly shadow appear on his own palm.

“This thing is unlikely to manifest directly on a person’s body… Could it be that it manifested now due to her ability, after we shook hands during the meeting?” A thought crossed Zhong Yi’s mind, but he hadn’t determined the purpose of this butterfly shadow when he saw Mi Xiaolin crush her own butterfly in her palm.

As the butterfly shattered, Zhong Yi’s right hand also exploded completely, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Supernatural ability: Butterfly Effect.

Zhong Yi let out a pained grunt, a hint of delight unexpectedly showing on his face. “Very good, very good… very painful.”

With merely six words, his right hand returned to its original state.

Mi Xiaolin wasn’t surprised either and sneered, “I don’t know the principle behind your recovery from injuries, but it can’t possibly come without a cost. Your hand exploding for no reason, you must be many times weaker than usual right now. Still trying to intimidate me?”

Before she finished speaking, a whip-like leg was already aimed at Zhong Yi’s face.

Zhong Yi’s figure swayed slightly, his right hand that was supposedly “many times weaker” struck like an iron hammer, heavily landing on Mi Xiaolin’s abdomen. With a punch, he sent her flying over ten meters, heavily collapsing into the muddy ground.

“Cough… cough…” Mi Xiaolin struggled to lift her head, her gaze full of disbelief as she looked at Zhong Yi approaching. “How… is this possible?”

“I’m sorry, but my recovery from injuries really won’t result in weakness. Otherwise, what do you think others fear about me? Arrogant fool.” Zhong Yi stepped forward, about to deliver another kick.

Suddenly, Mi Xiaolin transformed into an entire butterfly shadow and disappeared.

Her last words resonated in the air, “You’re the same.”

A frown creased Zhong Yi’s brow.

This woman’s peculiar ability… He needed to be careful when facing her in the future. Who knows when she might inadvertently stick a butterfly on a crucial area of someone’s body? Would that person still have a chance at survival?

How many people has she slept with?

No wonder…

The attackers in front scattered like birds and beasts, and the sonic clash at the epicenter almost simultaneously yielded results.

After Qiu Wuji’s form of a myriad of swords was dispersed, she also became a bit competitive. The song of the myriad swords receded, re-converging high above into an immense and primitive sword form.

The air around them seemed to shrink and collapse as this colossal sword appeared, all vitality extinguished, leaving only the most primitive void.

As if a vacuum.

Was there still sound existing?

Regarding the primary objective of protecting the two targets, Qiu Wuji had long achieved overwhelming victory. The opponent couldn’t break through the range of sword shadows surrounding her.

Within the guardianship of the sword, she was the sovereign.

But merely safeguarding didn’t quite satisfy Qiu Wuji.

She tilted her head slightly, looking towards the sky above the factory that had a gaping hole torn through it. The sonic tornado still lingered.

Qiu Wuji’s long hair moved without wind as she murmured softly, “Go.”

The form of the ancient sword soared into the sky, directly breaking into the core of the tornado.

No clash of sounds occurred.

Silent, and invisible.

The entire location of the tornado transformed into a vacuum, as if erasing a drawing with an eraser. As the ancient sword passed through, the space was instantly cleansed. How could there be sound in a vacuum?

However, upon careful inspection, one would discover it wasn’t a true vacuum; there were tiny flickers of light within the air, seeming to exist and not exist.

Qiu Wuji’s unique sword technique, the residual effect from her full-powered ultimate move.

Sword Breaking the Void!

In a certain villa in Shanghai, someone abruptly spewed out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground. With shock, they whispered in disbelief, “Who could this possibly be… Could it really be your deities of China?”

A black butterfly shadow crashed onto his back, transforming into Mi Xiaolin.

The “master” who had been injured from a distance couldn’t even withstand this impact. The two of them tumbled clumsily, like gourds rolling.

However, at this moment, they were too preoccupied to think about their disheveled state. Mi Xiaolin’s previous words came to their minds: “With the master personally involved, even if they have protection of deities, they’re as good as done!”

How dare they as mortals… rashly claim to defy gods and immortals!