Chapter Seven Sixteen: Overthrow! Lord of the Undead! Second Update!
What? Everyone was genuinely startled by Qian Jin’s ferocity. In just a few moments, his strength seemed to be rising still, as if he mastered more power with every passing second.
In this brief combat, Qian Jin had fully controlled over ninety-five percent of the explosive power he unleashed, and his next strike carried even greater enhancement than before.
His body spun in the air, and the air beneath his feet was transformed into solid ground by leveraging force. With every push against the sky, an identical shadow of him manifested.
It was impossible for onlookers to discern which one was the real him!
Ten Thousand Shadows! Fast!
In this world, very few martial arts techniques were faster than the Free Combat Style, and Ten Thousand Shadows was one of them!
Qian Jin executed the Ten Thousand Shadows style, appearing instantly before Pan Mengcheng, raising a hand and slamming the hastily reacting Pan Mengcheng toward the ground. The powerful impact completely shattered a section of the fighting arena.
“Damn it!” Pan Mengcheng scrambled up from the ground. His arm, which had just regained feeling, began to tremble uncontrollably again.
Having defeated two opponents in quick succession, Qian Jin unleashed Ten Thousand Shadows once more, appearing directly in front of Fen Tu Kuangge. The air beneath Fen Tu Kuangge’s feet solidified into metal under the fixation of the Great True Gold Soul Domain, and his entire musculature suddenly convulsed!
Ten Thousand Shadows!
Qian Jin never held back his techniques from his friends. Both the Free Combat Style and Ten Thousand Shadows had been taught to the others, allowing them to comprehend the techniques based on their own capabilities.
Ten Thousand Shadows versus Ten Thousand Shadows!
Two figures blurred rapidly in the air, shifting through no less than seven transformations before the sky erupted with a series of thunderous booms. Qian Jin released Chaos with his Raging Wind Storm, launching a hundred rapid-fire punches that slammed Fen Tu Kuangge deep into the earth.
“Motherf***er!” Fen Tu Kuangge crawled out of the deep crater, stomping his feet in sheer frustration. To be eliminated like this—his arm was completely numb now, unable to even feel the flow of his battle qi.
After leveling Fen Tu Kuangge with one strike, Qian Jin turned and pointed two fingers into the air, sending two spiraling currents of battle qi toward Mu Ne Zhence, the strategist lurking behind the scenes, and Isarel.
Their strength was far from that of True Saints; they had absolutely no way to evade Qian Jin’s inhumanly ferocious finger strikes. With two sharp cries, both spat blood and were knocked out of the fight.
As the cries of pain echoed, Qian Jin’s Chaos manifested again before the fully recovered Jiu Yang Fenghua, his arm coiling like a dragon, cleaving the stars, executing a punch that evolved all creation!
Gathering the power of a hundred punches from Raging Wind Storm into a single strike, Jiu Yang Fenghua’s body vanished at that very moment. Duan Feng Buer had calculated Qian Jin’s attack sequence long ago and moved Jiu Yang Fenghua preemptively.
“Buer, you are the soul of this battle, so I’ll eliminate you first.”
Qian Jin pursued with the Free Combat Style. Duan Feng Buer immediately activated his Instant Teleportation Soul Domain. Two forces of supreme speed chased and evaded each other through the air. The other young warriors could only watch, lacking even the opportunity to intervene.
“Thousand Armies!”
Pan Hongji saw Qian Jin expending immense battle qi to summon a hundred clones: “Buer is in danger.”
Summoning a hundred clones in one breath depleted Qian Jin’s battle qi reserves considerably. Duan Feng Buer was as slippery as a rat; that Instant Teleportation Soul Domain was infuriating. Although he could eventually catch him through pursuit, it would take time. It was better to go for a grand solution.
“Holy crap!” Duan Feng Buer had just finished teleporting when he found Qian Jin standing right in front of him. He teleported again, only to find Qian Jin still there. Then he noticed the hundred figures of Qian Jin in the sky: “Thousand Armies? Are you insane?”
In that momentary hesitation, two of the Thousand Armies clones successfully grabbed Duan Feng Buer!
With that grasp! Qian Jin could instantly trace Duan Feng Buer’s every appearance up to that point. The clones and the main body shared connected battle qi. After the third teleportation, Duan Feng Buer was struck by Qian Jin’s punch and plummeted into the earth.
Bang! The ground erupted with crystal-clear spring water! Duan Feng Buer’s body, in its fall, had punched open a well.
After knocking Duan Feng Buer down with one blow, Qian Jin recalled the Thousand Armies and found his battle qi reserves had dropped by nearly one-third. He reappeared with the Free Combat Style, locking onto Jiu Yang Fenghua.
Instant Teleportation!
Jiu Yang Fenghua teleported instantly again!
What was this? Only at this moment did Qian Jin realize that Jiu Yang Fenghua’s recent teleportation hadn't belonged to Duan Feng Buer, but to this War God Bloodline warrior.
That’s right! The Instant Teleportation Soul Domain, a technique rarely seen in ten thousand years, had appeared twice in the Rookie King Tournament.
Jiu Yang Fenghua’s teleportation didn't take her far; instead, she appeared directly behind Qian Jin. While dodging, she boldly launched a counterattack, slamming the Seal of Rise and Fall directly onto Qian Jin’s back. The solid, tangible impact made even her doubt herself—she had actually landed a blow!
Bang! Qian Jin’s struck body instantly shattered, dissolving into a ball of battle qi that vanished into the air.
Thousand Armies? The moment Jiu Yang Fenghua realized what happened, she sensed Qian Jin standing behind her, his arms outstretched, tightly embracing her. Her proud, supple physique was powerfully gripped by Qian Jin’s arms as they spun rapidly, crashing toward the ground together.
The earth shook violently, the well water sprayed up, and Jiu Yang Fenghua sat in the water, completely soaked, displaying her most graceful and seductive form, her long black hair plastered against her clothes.
“Beautiful!” The Snake Emperor couldn't help but cheer. Qian Jin separated from Jiu Yang Fenghua just before impact, slamming her hard against the ground.
If this were a fight to the death, Qian Jin, at that contact point, could have smashed her against a soul weapon and instantly slain her.
Jiu Yang Fenghua… Out!
In the sky, apart from Qian Jin, only Shan Chuan, Qian Wuqing, and Wuming remained.
Shan Chuan stared at Qian Jin, silent for a second, then sighed deeply: “You are far superior to me. I concede. There is no need for further fighting. The inheritors of the Wind and Cloud Battle Qi in this generation are stronger.”
Wuming watched the increasingly fierce Qian Jin descend quietly onto the ruined earth. No words were needed; he admitted defeat.
Conceded? Qian Jin was slightly taken aback, but he noticed that Wuming, by conceding, did not forge any special connection with him, the rumored connection of the Second Battle Body.
“Finally, only you and I remain.” Qian Wuqing smiled fearlessly, his body shaking and trembling amid his laughter: “Qian Jin, you are powerful! By now, you must have nearly mastered all your strength! Very good! Excellent! It’s just a pity that you still cannot unlock the second layer of the seal, because you haven't truly mastered your current power. If you break the seal now, your true combat power won’t increase; it will actually decrease.”
Qian Jin listened quietly to Qian Wuqing’s speech. Every word he uttered might reveal information about the Undead, or about Hai Qing'er.
“I have been waiting for this precise moment! Devouring the you from moments ago is less beneficial than devouring the you now. Controlling that final sliver of power completely is extremely difficult; you cannot achieve it in a short time. The you right now is your true peak state,” Qian Wuqing laughed. “Now that I consume you, I can attempt to challenge that god-like existence and make myself a god!”
Sacred Artifacts!
One, two, three!
A battle saber emanating gray aura, a set of bone armor exuding a gray undead aura, and another set, also white but radiating the same gray undead aura—a bone helmet, and a blood-red bead embedded in the center of the helmet, shining with an eerie light.
The three Sacred Artifacts instantly clothed Qian Wuqing. A look of madness and disdain crossed his face: “Qian Jin, did you think you could kill me? Did you think that now that I’m here, I can’t leave? I tell you! I, Wuqing, can not only leave here, but I will also kill you and consume you to qualify as the True King of the Undead! And marry the still-maturing Queen of the Undead!”
Queen of the Undead? Hai Qing'er? Qian Jin finally heard news regarding Hai Qing'er from Qian Wuqing’s mouth.
“You must think that with my current strength, I have no right to defeat you, right?” Qian Wuqing smiled smugly, speaking more in that moment than he had during the entire Rookie King Tournament: “Everyone fights to seize Sacred Artifacts, but no one knows the true method of using them. Today, I will show you what the genuine usage of a Sacred Artifact is!”
“The artifact serves me! Artifact and Body become one!”
The battle saber in Qian Wuqing’s palm and the armor on his body seemed to melt, wriggling as they entered his internal structure. His True Saint power began to rise once more, similar to the sudden surge of power when a bloodline warrior awakens their lineage.
“Sacred Artifacts were not created merely for use! Their true function is fusion with the body!” Qian Wuqing looked up at the ceaseless rain falling from the sky: “The hardships a person must endure to become a god are too many. Personal effort alone is insufficient; one also needs external power. Sacred Artifacts are an experimental method for achieving godhood.”
Fusion of Sacred Artifacts with the body! This was akin to peak Battle Soul experts using Sacred Artifacts to enter Sainthood! But it was completely different!
This fusion was only temporary, allowing the body and the Sacred Artifact to temporarily merge into one, becoming one's own power for combat, while simultaneously possessing the artifact’s defensive and offensive properties.
Pan Hongji stared dumbfounded at Qian Wuqing in the sky. The concept of merging the body with Sacred Artifacts had been researched by successive powerhouses, but neither the Demon Race, the Zhence Dynasty, nor the Barbarians had ever truly achieved it.
Li Ba and Pan Hongji exchanged a glance. Qian Zhan Xuan and Jiu Yang Zhenzong had also landed beside them. The four masters exchanged looks, putting aside their previous differences, and whispered in unison: “Capture him alive!”
That’s right! Capture him alive!
As long as Qian Wuqing was captured, they might be able to force out the method of fusing Sacred Artifacts with the body. Then, the Zhence Dynasty's peak combat power could be substantially improved again. By the time the final battle with the Demon Race arrived, they could annihilate all of the Demon Race's high-end forces, laying an absolute foundation for final victory.
Qian Jin stared at the helmet Sacred Artifact on Qian Wuqing’s forehead. Unlike the other two artifacts that merged internally, several soft, vein-like objects pierced into his scalp, establishing a special connection.
The red gem on the helmet instantly erupted with an eerie glow.
Qian Jin found the light of that gem somewhat familiar; it resembled an eye! The red gem had a black dot in the center, and that black dot was terribly familiar… just like the six eyes that had appeared in the sky above the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea!
Is this… is this still Qian Wuqing? Qian Jin couldn't confirm for a moment. He reached into the Battle World and drew out the Sacred Artifact Blacksmith’s Hammer, gripping one in each hand. The Battle Soul formed by the Second Battle Heart—the warhammer—merged directly into the hammer in his left hand. The hammer and the soul merged, and the light intensified dramatically.
This was currently the highest method of fusion for warriors of the Zhence Dynasty. If a soul and a Sacred Artifact were extremely similar, they could fuse with each other, but not integrate into the body.
Qian Wuqing’s eyes were completely closed now; only the red gem on his forehead flashed, replacing those pair of ashen eyes. The soul behind him, that of the Elven King, began to twist and change, gradually receding the flesh until only a tall skeleton remained.
This skeleton stooped and roared at Qian Jin, exhaling endless gray currents from its mouth. The massive greatsword in its hand was stained with mottled blood. The huge bone wings on its back suddenly flapped once, and Qian Wuqing’s body transformed into a shooting star, diving straight toward Qian Jin.
Qian Wuqing, having built up to his peak, wasted no more words. All that talking was not just for venting but also to distract Qian Jin, giving himself time to calmly elevate to his true limit.
Once that ultimate strength was reached, no more chatter was needed! If one wished to speak, they could do so after defeating their opponent and stepping on their head.
Clang!
Qian Wuqing’s arm, fused with the battle saber, resonated metallically. Rolling waves of saber qi surged out, transforming into a skeletal hand wielding a longsword that shrieked in the air, rapidly expanding within Qian Jin’s pupils.
Qian Jin stood firm against the longsword, not moving. His warhammer, merged into five, slammed down directly onto Qian Wuqing’s arm. Power that had never known defeat met an equal footing for the first time.
The collision of supreme forces produced no sparks, only invisible sonic waves transforming into tangible power, forming sound blades that annihilated the already devastated fighting arena.
The Rookie King Tournament had finally produced an entity capable of contending with Qian Jin!
“Eighteen Hammers of Ascent?”
A deep voice, coarse as a bull’s bellow, issued from Qian Wuqing’s throat, entirely different from his previous voice. The sound carried supreme majesty, like an emperor who had existed for tens of millions of years, radiating kingly aura that compelled one to kneel in worship.
An ordinary person hearing this voice would have already dropped to their knees.
Experts below Sainthood, even those at the peak of Half-Saint, with slightly weaker willpower, would fall to their knees upon hearing this sound!
“Alex? Your Earth-Shattering Slash isn't bad either.” Qian Jin sneered at Qian Wuqing, or rather, the super powerhouse behind Qian Wuqing!
At this moment, Qian Jin was certain: the person before him was definitely not Qian Wuqing, but the super powerhouse who was once jointly sealed by Uncle Black and the others—Alex!
Earth-Shattering Slash originated from Uncle En! Among those who could use Earth-Shattering Slash today, anyone other than Wuming had a direct connection to Qian Jin.
Now, for an Undead to use Earth-Shattering Slash, it could only be Alex—the man, or perhaps non-human, rumored to be closest to a god and the most monstrous!
“You know me?” Qian Wuqing’s deep, rough voice sounded again, directly admitting his identity: “It seems you must be Teacher Black’s new disciple. My junior brother! You actually know Earth-Shattering Slash too. It seems that wretched En taught you quite a bit. But did he tell you that the creator of this Earth-Shattering Slash is named Alex!”
As the words fell! The blade light on Qian Wuqing’s arm surged violently, a rolling saber intent like a volcanic eruption, radiating world-ending magma power. He actually pushed Earth-Shattering Slash to a new realm Qian Jin had never witnessed.
“This is the true face of Earth-Shattering Slash!”
“Super Void Soul Seal, explode for me!”
The power of the Eighteen Hammers of Ascent in Qian Jin’s palm began to climb again. The immense power, once released, was like a heavenly river pouring down, dousing the erupting volcano and freezing all the rolling magma. Instead of erupting with lethality, the Earth-Shattering Slash was suppressed by Qian Jin’s brute force.
“You…” Alex could not conceal his shock: “How can you control it… You shouldn't be able…”
“You can create monsters like the Undead; do you still need to be surprised by other things?”
Qian Jin swung his right warhammer down through the air. A strange twisting appeared on Alex’s arm. In a posture impossible for a human, like a boneless, soft snake, he broke free from the warhammer’s suppression. His five fingers spread, each like a sword, snatching at Qian Jin’s warhammer.
Bang! With another strike, Alex’s body was jolted backward repeatedly. The red gem-like eyes flashed with surprise. Soul transfer? Teleporting to the other warhammer? How old was this person? How could he grasp such ferocious power? With ten-tenths certainty?
Qian Jin jarred Alex away with one hammer strike, and the third hammer was already chasing down, descending again. Violent Soul Domain!
The five hammers merging, combined with the Violent Soul Domain, meant that the air pressure generated by the warhammer strikes alone could crush the bodies of a group of experts. Alex roared in his chest, Who was he? To be suppressed and beaten by such a junior!
“Eighteen Hammers of Ascent, only you don't know how to use it!” Alex clenched his fist into a hammer, leveraging the advantage of the fused Sacred Artifact, executing an Eighteen Hammers of Ascent far more exquisite than Qian Jin’s!
This strike was not five hammers merged! It was eighteen hammers merged!
Alex! As Uncle Black’s most outstanding student, he inherited all of Black’s true teachings. Otherwise, that past battle would not have been so difficult; everyone attacking together was needed to subdue this monster who had transformed into an Undead and sought godhood before sealing him away.
The subtlety of eighteen hammers merged far surpassed Qian Jin’s five hammers merged. These eighteen strikes bypassed Qian Jin’s five-hammer intricacies. Without even colliding with Qian Jin’s warhammer, they used a bizarre trajectory to pass through it and lock onto Qian Jin’s head.
Ten Thousand Shadows!
The moment Qian Jin activated Ten Thousand Shadows, Alex’s Ten Thousand Shadows also initiated. Both parties moved at high speed again. Alex continuously swung his Eighteen Hammers of Ascent. Although the power of his battle qi was inferior to Qian Jin’s, the exquisite hammer technique would never collide directly with Qian Jin’s warhammer. As long as one hit Qian Jin’s head, the outcome of the battle would be decided.
His arm fused with a Sacred Artifact, Qian Jin dared not easily collide with it, let alone such a crucial location as the brain.
“You cannot escape!” Alex struck hammer after hammer, each one exquisitely placed.
Qian Jin tried to counterattack while dodging, but Alex’s hammer techniques forced him to abandon his offensive attempts every time due to the precise routes.
Dodge, dodge, dodge!
After a hundred consecutive dodges, Alex still hadn't managed to touch a single strand of Qian Jin’s hair. He was astonished; this young man’s Ten Thousand Shadows was truly mastered, and its speed could increase further as his power grew! At this rate, when would he ever catch him?
After evading a hundred times, Qian Jin retracted his right warhammer into the Battle World and quickly pulled out the five-fingered gauntlet-style Sacred Artifact, slipping it onto his hand. Facing an opponent whose body was fused with a Sacred Artifact, capable of punching like a sword, only a Sacred Artifact could counter it relatively.
With a fist in hand, Qian Jin stopped retreating. His body stabilized abruptly in the air, all his battle qi transforming into bowstrings, emitting the beng-beng sound of drawing a bow. The sound of tens of thousands of arrows being shot simultaneously sounded first within Qian Jin’s body. The Chaos battle technique, propelled by Raging Wind Storm, suddenly erupted.
The sky instantly filled with Qian Jin’s fists. The strands of fist qi projected by these punches formed a frontal wall of fists. This wall of dense, rapid fists carried terrifying spiral force, locking onto Alex.
What was this? Alex saw this battle technique for the first time. The red gem-like eyes shone with a piercing red light. What kind of battle technique was this?
A technique never seen before! A super strike combining too many Sacred Battle Techniques! Although it hadn't fully matured, it was practically complete, encompassing not only the vast history beneath the stars but also the immense pressure of the river of stars in every movement.
An ordinary person, merely glancing at it, would be deeply captivated, lost in the splendor of the starry river, forgetting the terrifying power, and would actively throw themselves toward those ferocious fists.
Alex was not mesmerized by the sky full of fists; instead, he displayed sufficient caution. The pursuit of Qian Jin’s Ten Thousand Shadows instantly transformed into a retreat! The Eighteen Hammers of Ascent might pierce through this fist wall, but they absolutely could not hit Qian Jin! Because Qian Jin also knew parts of the Eighteen Hammers of Ascent; any slight interference would allow him to calculate the landing point and trajectory of that strike.
Qian Jin repelled Alex with the Raging Wind Storm attack, and his feet followed immediately. A single punch that cleaved heaven and earth—a ferocious punch roaring like a dragon or a tiger—once again filled Alex’s world.
What? Alex’s figure moved again, Qian Jin’s fierce punch followed like a shadow, even closer by an inch than before.
Everyone knew the Ten Thousand Shadows technique; Qian Jin instantly detonated two Over-Void Soul imprints, savagely elevating his power to a terrifying level, yet he maintained complete control, his strength in no way inferior to Alex’s, perhaps even subtly surpassing Qian Wuqing’s. Bang!
Alex could not evade. At the peak of the Eighteen Hammers Merged, he met Qian Jin’s punch head-on.
Both bodies swayed violently in mid-air, but Qian Jin’s momentum did not cease; he continued to advance! Forward!
Forward! Forward!
An aura of relentless advance enveloped Alex, his Sky-Severing Battle Qi erupting from his body to strike him down. Iron Mantis Bloodline Combat Skill?
Alex was so shocked his ruby eyes nearly shattered. How could a mere mortal use a Bloodline Warrior’s combat skill?
Even if Enlake knew how to forge the Soul Imprints, he couldn't practice them! The boundary of bloodline is absolute!
Alex understood this better than anyone; even if his true form fully awakened, he could only utilize common Saint-level combat skills and his self-created Undead Combat Skills, still remaining incapable of using Bloodline Combat Skills. And yet, this seemingly ordinary young human warrior was executing a technique exclusive to Bloodline Warriors?
In an instant, Alex flickered backward to retreat. This single move cost him all initiative.
Qian Jin completely seized the advantage and unleashed his most ferocious offensive. His Chaos Combat Skill struck out with punch after punch of magnificent power, each blow more practiced and fiercer than the last.
Pan Hongji watched, shaking his head repeatedly. Anyone fighting this young man must never yield him the initiative.
Qian Jin was the type who exploded completely once he gained the upper hand, a monster capable of fighting above his level. “You want to kill me?” Alex roared in fury, his deep voice laced with a high-pitched, strange screech—the rage of Qian Wuqing, who was furious alongside Alex.
“Bone Armor Fusion!” “No! Don’t fuse!
You promised I could keep myself! I don’t want to lose myself!” Qian Wuqing shrieked in terror.
“Fuse for me!” The helmet began merging into Qian Wuqing’s body, halfway submerged in moments. Innumerable thread-like structures, red and green like veins, plunged deep into his skull.
“No!” Qian Wuqing roared in agony, his face contorted, trying to tear the helmet off, only to find his limbs unresponsive. Alex was on the verge of completely possessing the body.
“I will not yield!” Qian Wuqing let out another roar of defiance: “If I lose myself, you won’t have it easy either! Undead War Garb!
Eject!” The White Bone Armor instantly sprang out from Qian Wuqing’s body. His strength plummeted instantly.
Qian Jin reached out an empty hand, snatching the armor and tossing it into his Battle Realm, then swiftly threw the war hammer and gauntlets into the realm as well, retrieving the Star of the Dead Sword! As the long sword entered his grasp, Alex’s red eyes, still wrestling for control with Qian Wuqing, lit up: “My sword…” “Now it’s my blade!” Qian Jin poured his Battle Qi into the Star of the Dead Sword.
The long sword rapidly changed its form, morphing from a longsword to a sabre, and then to a great saber! “You…” Alex’s red eyes flickered with rage, “You actually know how to use this sword?” “I am your junior brother, after all!” Qian Jin smiled, holding the blade with both hands.
Endless Battle Qi surged into the great saber, playing the high, mournful song of the Soul Requiem. “The greatest virtue of this sword is its ability to change form at will, becoming the weapon most suited for a warrior!” The ferocious great saber radiated a distorted, sharp light.
Chaos was not just in the fist; it was also in the blade! Qian Jin began his career using a blade; the fist and the blade were now nearly indistinguishable, only this war saber maximized destructive force.
Brilliant sword light swept away the dark clouds overhead, gathering countless stars to entwine around the blade. The massive great saber let out a true dragon’s roar as it appeared before Alex.
“Block this!” Alex felt the threat of death. He raised his armed forearm, meeting the Chaos Slash with a horizontal block.
Endless metallic screeching echoed across the sky. He was thrown backward, countless rents splitting open across his body.
His arm could block the force, but the rest of his body could not withstand the might of Qian Jin’s strike! With a single blow, Alex sustained injuries in multiple places, tumbling repeatedly in the air, turning to flee.
“Trying to run? Get down here!” Pan Hongji waved his arm suddenly.
The lingering dark clouds reformed into a colossal bolt of lightning, which crashed down viciously onto Alex’s head, smashing his body deep into a crater. In this age, none of the four elder powerhouses intended to let Alex escape.
The technique this Undead displayed—fusing with a Saint Artifact—was a unique ability every one of them coveted. “I come from death, I walk above death, and I shall command death!” Qian Wuqing’s expression suddenly became profoundly solemn.
His closed eyes snapped open, and a strange, eye-shaped illusion truly appeared in the sky, its oppressive aura clearer than the last time. “Foolish humans, daring to provoke a god like me will bring punishment!
Now, experience the horror of the Undead! Sunken Soul Imprint!” As Alex finished speaking, Qian Wuqing suddenly thrust his palms apart, unleashing a vast stream of grey power.
His body could no longer contain this terrifying force. The rampaging energy surged toward the four strongest experts of the current era.
“Retreat!” Nine Yang True Sect roared and backed away rapidly. Qian Zhanxuan strode forward to meet the Sunken Soul Imprint: “I fear nothing!
My Hegemony shall make even the God of Stars tremble! Death itself must bow before my Hegemony!
Behold, my Hegemonic Fist Seal!” A punch brimming with tragic dominance erupted from the deep pit as a pillar of Battle Qi shot skyward. Qian Wuqing’s Sunken Soul Imprint shattered violently, just like his body.
The colossal eye in the sky let out a pained roar. Qian Jin’s great saber was already before the giant eye: “Shatter for me!” The strike capable of cleaving stars swept the strange phantom away in an instant.
Inside the deep pit, Qian Zhanxuan watched Qian Wuqing’s body disintegrate with regret. This captive was dead; the hope of obtaining the method for fusing the Saint Artifact into the body was gone.
Nine Yang True Sect stood outside the pit, looking at the three figures within, his expression darkening further. That momentary reaction had revealed the true measure of their strength.
Nine Yang True Sect evaded by retreating, whereas Qian Zhanxuan met the immense power head-on, shattering it with a single punch! This subtle difference, observed by a discerning eye, spoke volumes about who held the greater power between the two.
Once, in the most glorious days of the Combat Arena. After the Newcomer King Tournament orchestrated by Qian Jin, it had decayed into little more than a junkyard.
There were no magnificent structures here, no elaborate carvings, and certainly no VIP seats to denote status. Here, there was only rubble and broken fragments, piled high, filling in some of the ground’s depressions, whispering tales of past glory.
Patches of muddy ground still seeped clear water—wells created casually during the fierce fighting. : The truly satisfying ** is about to arrive~~~ I’ve updated eighteen thousand characters today, I want, and I demand subscriptions~~~~RO