Chapter 3519 — The Death of Little Eleven
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"Waaahhhh—" Little Eleven went flying. Truth be told, she had a high level and nothing else. Her meridians were ruined, a cripple through and through: her level had been raised, but her body could not store stamina or true qi, nor could she circulate any cultivation formula. Frankly, all she had was an endlessly extended lifespan—much like Zhang Naipao now, her level remained, but her strength did not. Her true strength was not even worth a Yellow-rank.
And so her head plunged straight into the earth without the slightest protection, half her body buried in the soil, life or death unknown...
"Waaahhhh—a monster!" Two silver needles suddenly appeared in Han Jingyi's hand, and she drove them straight into Little Eleven's legs! She had meant to stab them in between at first, but in the end she could not bring herself to do it.
She was not a cruel person. Little Eleven had been utterly merciless to her once, but for Han Jingyi to sink to Little Eleven's level was impossible. Han Jingyi set two elixir flames blazing on the silver needles, and Little Eleven's legs began to tremble at once!
Clearly she was not dead—she was still alive. The searing heat of the elixir flames traveled down the needles into the meridians in her feet, and since her meridians were severed, the heat spread unchecked through her body, causing her unbearable agony.
"What are you doing!" Kang Jingming was furious now, and Zhong Yongliang too had stopped using his Mad Dragon Divine Art—Little Eleven had been flung away, after all, so there was no need to waste any more stamina.
"There's a huge monster here with a head like a leg, Jingjing is so scared!" Han Jingyi said, trembling all over, her voice filled with horror.
"You..." Kang Jingming was beside himself with rage. He gave a cold laugh. "I meant to let Little Eleven finish you off herself, but I see there's no need to spare you now! Go to hell—dying under my ultimate move is mercy enough for you!"
With that, Kang Jingming stepped forward, pressed his palms together, and thrust them out, unleashing his strongest technique—the Elixir Flame Bomb!
"Boom—" A fireball hurtled toward Han Jingyi's head! This was the ultimate move Ancestor Xuanchen had taught Kang Jingming. He had been holding it in reserve all along to use against the Five-Shas Dragon, never expecting to spend it on Han Jingyi instead!
It was a technique that drained an exorbitant amount of stamina and true qi, but at this moment Kang Jingming could not care less.
Yet just then, freed from the suppression of Zhong Yongliang's Mad Dragon Divine Art, the Five-Shas Dragon—after flinging Little Eleven away—ran back toward her again. Reaching her side, it extended a foreclaw and fished Little Eleven right out of the ground!
"Boom—" At that very instant, Kang Jingming's Elixir Flame Bomb struck. He had calculated it precisely: the fireball would pass just above Little Eleven's legs and smash into Han Jingyi's head. But the Five-Shas Dragon had pulled Little Eleven out at exactly the wrong moment, so it so happened that the Elixir Flame Bomb slammed into Little Eleven's abdomen instead, blasting a gaping hole clean through it!
Little Eleven let out a shrill scream of "Awooo!" and at that very moment the Five-Shas Dragon hoisted her aloft and began whirling its foreclaw through the air. As a result, only a layer of flesh and skin still joined Little Eleven's upper and lower halves—her bones had been shattered by the blast—so after barely two swings, Little Eleven's upper body flew off!