A Battle Between Sisters Turned Against Each Other—Truly Impossible to Tell Apart
A Battle Between Sisters Turned Against Each Other—Truly Impossible to Tell Apart
The great hall was deathly silent, countless Divine Chains of Order glittering brilliantly, their light reflecting off the four walls and the void itself.
Su Qingge had never imagined a day like this would come.
For the sake of obtaining her identity, Ji Qingxuan had actually gone so far as to try to kill her.
As the elder sister, all she felt about this—besides heartache and anger—was deep disappointment.
The two of them were blood sisters, after all. Though they hadn’t grown up together, in an unfamiliar place like the Beyond, they should have protected and supported each other.
Yet she never expected they would come to this day of turning against each other as enemies.
All over such a ridiculous identity.
“Actually, I should have seen this day coming long ago. Your ambition is great—if you stayed only in the Ji Family, it would be very hard for you to realize your aspirations and ambitions.”
“It just so happened that during this time, the two of us swapped identities, giving you this opportunity.”
Su Qingge said. Having thought the matter through, her expression had gradually returned to calm.
The fault in this matter lay neither with her nor with Ji Qingxuan.
The fault lay only in the fact that the two of them should never have swapped identities in the first place—and that now, she should never have brought up switching their identities back.
Perhaps the best solution now was for her, from this day forward, to simply be Ji Qingxuan.
And for Ji Qingxuan to continue staying by Gu Changge’s side under the identity of Su Qingge.
“Jiejie, what’s the use of saying all this now?” Hearing these words, Ji Qingxuan’s expression remained unmoved.
With a light wave of her slender hand, all manner of profound and mysterious runes once again surged forth within the palace.
They even condensed into various divine weapons—axes, halberds, hooks, forks, blades, spears, swords, and halberds—divine light blazing, all of them hurtling toward Su Qingge to kill her.
“Stop. If you stop now, I can still give you a chance.”
“But if you continue to persist in your delusion, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Su Qingge’s calm face carried a trace of icy coldness as she spoke.
She was truly angered now.
Still, the person before her was her own blood sister—for the moment, she found it hard to strike a killing blow.
“Oh? Jiejie, don’t tell me you think you still have some chance?”
A faint smile hung at the corners of Ji Qingxuan’s lips, somewhat mocking.
Her current strength had already reached the Sacred Noble Realm, enough to rival many Young Prodigies.
And most importantly, the Array Patterns of this place were under her control—even a Perfect Prodigy-level expert stepping into this place would blanch with dread.
Ji Qingxuan did not believe the current Su Qingge had any ability to resist.
“Persisting in your delusion. Today, I must teach you a lesson.”
Coldness on her face, Su Qingge’s sleeves suddenly shimmered with several streaks of hazy light, which then settled into her palm.
It was a somewhat damaged ancient horn, very archaic in appearance, its edges still bearing dried bloodstains.
Yet faintly, one could hear a dragon’s roar emanating from within, shaking the void and making the entire palace tremble gently.
The moment she saw this object, Ji Qingxuan’s expression shifted slightly.
But she quickly returned to normal.
“Jiejie certainly has quite a few good things in her hands—to even possess a damaged dragon horn... But if you think you can break my Array Patterns with just a damaged dragon horn, that’s far too fanciful.” Ji Qingxuan said indifferently. A dragon horn did possess formation-breaking might, but that required a complete dragon horn, infused with vast amounts of magic power.
No matter how strong Su Qingge was, could she really break a Perfect Prodigy-level formation with a damaged dragon horn?
Hearing this, Su Qingge said nothing more. She simply offered up the damaged dragon horn in her hand, sending it smashing toward the Array Patterns ahead.
As the Successor of Demonic Arts, her progress during this period could be described as godlike.
Even an ancient freak like the Successor of War Immortal Manor—publicly recognized as one of the strongest young beings of this generation—had nearly perished at her hands.
A mere Ji Qingxuan was hardly worth her using her full arsenal.
Weng!!
The next moment, brilliant light erupted ahead, like a giant wave crashing toward them, making the entire palace shake as if it were about to collapse.
The dragon horn radiated a hazy glow, incomparably heavy—even the void itself burst apart with a dong, a testament to its terrifying power.
With just a single strike, countless runes were ground into oblivion, and the brilliant light of this place gradually dimmed.
“How is this possible...”
Watching this scene, Ji Qingxuan’s expression turned uncertain.
Things had somewhat exceeded her expectations.
Her sister Su Qingge’s strength was far greater than she had imagined.
The Array Patterns before her seemed incapable of dealing with her—instead, they were being rapidly ground away by that damaged dragon horn.
“Is this all you’ve got? And with this, you thought you could kill me?”
Su Qingge spoke indifferently, her white robes fluttering, untainted by dust, exuding an air of transcendence.
Ji Qingxuan calmed down, a faint smile on her lips. “It seems I underestimated jiejie’s abilities... But it seems you’ve also underestimated me a little.”
The instant her words fell, the entire palace suddenly began to hum and tremble. The surrounding space turned hazy, wisps of primal chaos mist seeping out.
It was as if this place had suddenly returned to the moment of creation itself.
“This palace is actually a Space Artifact? You plan to trap me here forever?”
Su Qingge was somewhat surprised—she hadn’t expected Ji Qingxuan to have yet another trick up her sleeve.
Still, an ordinary Space Artifact alone was hardly enough to imprison her.
“Jiejie seems quite confident in her own strength.”
Ji Qingxuan spoke indifferently, having been watching Su Qingge’s expression all along.
She hadn’t expected that when she activated this palace just now, Su Qingge would only be somewhat surprised.
The two of them were blood sisters—while they couldn’t quite read each other’s minds, at a moment like this, they could faintly sense each other’s emotions.
Su Qingge was far more composed and calm than she had imagined, not flustered in the slightest.
“Aren’t you quite confident in your own methods too?” Su Qingge retorted just as indifferently.
Soon, the two of them began exchanging blows in earnest within the palace.
Fists and palms collided, all manner of Divine Chains of Order flying about in dazzling splendor, countless Daos and magics unfolding.
The place became utterly blurred—even the surrounding primal chaos mist burst apart, scattering in all directions.
Both of them were immensely powerful, each capable of reigning supreme among their peers.
Su Qingge especially—from beginning to end, she had not revealed her strongest methods, yet she still left Ji Qingxuan feeling troubled and hard-pressed. After a few dozen exchanges, Ji Qingxuan was already wounded and coughing up blood. “Impossible...”
Blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, Ji Qingxuan’s figure retreated.
She found it somewhat hard to believe—she had been born in the Beyond and had cultivated diligently since childhood, so why was her strength still inferior to that of her sister, who had lived in the Overworld?
It filled her with a sense of defeat and doubt.
“If this is all the strength you have, you still want to kill me?”
After severely wounding Ji Qingxuan with a single palm strike, Su Qingge pressed the attack once more, her robes fluttering, her bearing captivating, a faint smile on her lips—somewhat proud, but also somewhat mocking.
Strands of silver vines wove through the void, seemingly rooted in place, able to condense into all manner of divine weapons—incomparably wondrous.
This was Su Qingge’s Transcendent technique, immensely powerful and cunning.
Even when Ji Qingxuan employed the Ji Family’s ultimate techniques, she could not break through this art, suffering heavy injuries.
Her face was slightly pale, but her gaze remained calm—clearly, she still had methods she had yet to use.
And just then, her brows furrowed as she sensed footsteps outside the hall.
Ji Qingxuan had no choice but to halt her movements.
Unless something major had happened, no one would dare disturb her at a time like this.
Thinking of this, Ji Qingxuan waved her jade hand, and the primal chaos mist within the palace dispersed, the aftershocks of the battle swiftly fading away.
Standing on the other side, Su Qingge saw this and did not continue her attack either.
“What is it?”
Ji Qingxuan took out an embroidered handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and asked indifferently toward the outside of the hall.
However, what puzzled her was why the person outside did not speak.
Ji Qingxuan’s brows furrowed, somewhat displeased. Being disturbed at a time like this inevitably stirred some anger in her heart.
Especially since she had been at a disadvantage the whole time, no match for Su Qingge.
It left a bellyful of pent-up fire in her heart with nowhere to vent.
“If there’s nothing the matter, then don’t come disturb me.” Ji Qingxuan said coldly.
“Oh? Have I interrupted some happy occasion of yours?”
The next moment, a light chuckle sounded from outside the hall, and the hall doors—which Ji Qingxuan had sealed shut with secret arts—quietly swung open.
Her many subordinates and maids stood respectfully outside the hall, not even daring to raise their heads.
The one who spoke was a young man standing among them.
And hearing that light chuckle, both Ji Qingxuan and Su Qingge froze on the spot, their expressions stiffening.
They even felt their minds go weng, turning blank, somewhat dazed.
Gongzi?
Why would he suddenly come to Chaos City—and neither of them had even sensed his aura?
If Gu Changge hadn’t spoken, they wouldn’t have dared believe he would appear here—at the very critical moment when the two of them had turned against each other, fighting to the death.
At this moment, both Ji Qingxuan and Su Qingge felt cold sweat break out across their palms and backs.
Still, Ji Qingxuan reacted the fastest.
First stunned, then her face blossomed with deep delight as she hurried forward to greet him.
“Gongzi, why would you suddenly come over without telling me in advance?”
“I could have gone outside the city to welcome you.”
Ji Qingxuan’s lovely face lit up with a joyful smile as she stepped forward and took Gu Changge’s arm—a complete contrast to the cold, majestic demeanor she showed everyone in Chaos City.
Su Qingge instinctively moved to walk over as well, but remembering her current identity, she forcibly held herself back.
Only, the expression on her face was somewhat complicated—mostly nervousness and unease, worried that Gu Changge might see through something.
She had followed Gu Changge the longest.
So she understood just how terrifying Gu Changge was—whether in scheming and cunning, or in methods and strength, everything about him had reached a near-demonic degree.
The fight between her and Ji Qingxuan just now—Gu Changge had very likely sensed all of it.
After all, his current strength was unfathomable; even with formations blocking him, they could hardly cut off his perception.
“If I told you in advance, there’d be no surprise.”
Gu Changge smiled faintly, imperceptibly glancing at Su Qingge inside the hall, and said, “This must be that younger sister you told me about?”
“Looking at you two like this, you really do look exactly alike—it’s almost impossible to tell you apart.”