Asura Mad Emperor

As the divine radiance that filled the void gradually dissipated, a figure slowly emerged.

At first, the figure was just a blur, but as it became clearer, everyone could finally see. Who else could it be, if not Qinchuan?

Erect and towering, his figure was surrounded by a vibrant life force. He stood in the clouds like a war god returning from the Asura Purgatory, bathed in blood. His soul captivating and terrifying, he exuded an unmatched aura and battle intent.

Silence!

Dead silence!

The silence of death!

The martial artists and cultivators could not help but swallow their saliva, eyes wide with disbelief.

After a moment, someone suddenly shouted aloud.

"He's still alive!"

This roar broke the silence, and the crowd once again exploded into activity.

"How is this possible!?"

"Too terrifying, he actually blocked the joint suppression of two Dao Palace realm powerhouses!"

"That was the combined suppression of two Dao Palace powerhouses! Is he really just a Spirit Martial realm cultivator?"

At that moment, the crowd burst into a mix of questioning, exclamations, and cheers.

Huang San was particularly shocked, his upward-curving beard trembling uncontrollably, and his breathing involuntarily stopping short.

It was only then that Qinchuan glanced over the crowd and said indifferently, "It's nothing much!"

It was at this moment that everyone remembered that the two protectors were nowhere to be seen.

Immediately, they dispersed to search for the figures of protectors Fang Ying and Fang Jie.

As it turned out, the Folded Memory Divine Ability utilized by the two had consumed a substantial amount of their vitality and mana. When Qinchuan broke through the net, the overwhelming Dao Magic rebounded upon them, causing both to spew blood and fly out.

When the crowd found the two protectors amid the ruins of the City Lord's Mansion, they were already covered in blood, evidently no longer capable of fighting.

The crowd finally understood that Qinchuan had not only broken through their divine skills but had also swept them away with an even greater force of Dao Magic. Otherwise, there would not have been such a severe rebound, leaving the two Dao Palace powerhouses incapacitated.

"This kid—"

"What kind of monster is he?"

Seeing that the two had no more strength to fight, Qinchuan was first stunned, and then pursed his lips, murmuring, "So they were beaten into submission? How come they can't take a hit? I didn't even use my full strength yet! Such a good opportunity to test my physical body gone just like that. Had I known, I would have held back!"

Although Qinchuan's voice was soft, many cultivators still heard it. Upon hearing these words, everyone felt as if they had been smacked in the face and spat out a mouthful of blood in frustration.

"What did he say?"

"A Spirit Martial Fifth Layer cultivator broke through the joint suppression of two Dao Palace realm cultivators and even severely injured them, and you're still saying you didn't use your full strength?"

"Arrogant! Truly too arrogant!"

When Qinchuan was trapped in the Dao net, he knew very well that it would be extremely difficult to break the suppression of two Dao Palace realm powerhouses with just the strength of his physical body.

Even if he were to tap into the potential of his Innate Body and forcibly break through the net, the rebounding force would surely devastate his entire physical body.

If he were to be seriously injured and delay the journey to the Spirit Martial Great Tomb the next day, that would be a minor issue. But if his foundation were damaged, that would be a serious problem.

Therefore, he had already used a trace of the power of the Asura Divine Soul, integrating it into his spear technique. The power of the Asura Divine Soul was so terrifying that upon seeing it, the Dao Magic and laws seemed to encounter something horrific and scattered.
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Qinchuan didn't have to exert much effort to shatter the Dao net, turning the tables on the two Dao Palace powerhouses.

Just as Qinchuan resolved the two protectors and was about to leave, suddenly, an unforeseen event occurred.

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Only from afar, a powerful aura that shot up into the sky erupted from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, filled with ferocity and slaughter, as if a War God was rolling towards this direction.

"It's the City Lord!"

"To have actually disturbed the City Lord!"

At this moment, everyone suddenly realized and exclaimed in shock.

"This kid is doomed!"

"To have actually disturbed the City Lord!"

"The City Lord's temper is not good at all, this kid broke the rules of Spirit Martial City first, and injured the Protector of Spirit Martial City after, the City Lord surely won't let this kid off lightly!"

And just as the multitude of Martial Artists and Cultivators were discussing and reeling in shock, that powerful aura had already arrived in front of everyone.

Suddenly, a stout middle-aged man with a leopard's head and ringed eyes, a swallow's chin and tiger whiskers, towering over the crowd, stood in front of Qinchuan, this person was none other than the City Lord of Spirit Martial City—Yun Kuan.

Yun Kuan glared furiously, with the aura of the Saint Realm's early stage plainly visible. As most people in Spirit Martial City were here for the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, the vast majority only had the cultivation level of the Spirit Martial Realm, and there were only a handful of Protectors in the Immortal Platform Realm, but in front of a Saint, they still didn't measure up.

At this moment, the City Lord stood out like a crane amongst chickens, with the Holy's Realm possessing an absolutely powerful ability to suppress in battle.

"Boy, who are you, to dare to cause trouble in my Spirit Martial City?"

Yun Kuan's aura was like a rainbow, his voice boomed like a bell, enveloping and eminent, resonating in everyone's ears with a buzzing sound.

"What, you want to lay hands on this young master as well?"

Qinchuan glanced at Yun Kuan, completely calm and composed, even under the wrathful oppressive aura of a Saint, he remained utterly unaffected.

This once more made the surrounding crowd inhale sharply, both in shock of Qinchuan's fearlessness towards the might of a Saint and his disrespectful attitude towards the City Lord.

"Damn! Is he a fool? To actually speak to the City Lord like that?"

"The City Lord is a strong cultivator of the Saint Realm, wouldn't killing this kid be simpler than squashing an ant!?"

"Exactly, anyone with a bit of sense would've already admitted guilt and submitted to punishment, yet he still dares to be arrogant with the City Lord!"

On the other hand, despite his burly and unsophisticated appearance, Yun Kuan's thoughts were meticulous; otherwise, he wouldn't have become the City Lord.

Seeing that Qinchuan was not afraid of him and remained leisurely under his oppressive aura, Yun Kuan's heart raised a few guards.

"This kid is definitely not ordinary! Perhaps he is the disciple or descendant of some old figure who should not be provoked."

Yun Kuan thought this and relaxed his expression somewhat, just as he was about to inquire about Qinchuan's origins.

Suddenly, Qinchuan revealed a Jade Token in his palm.

"Do you recognize this item?"

Upon seeing the Jade Token in Qinchuan's hand, Yun Kuan's pupils suddenly shrank and his face revealed a trace of surprise.

After a while, his entire demeanour deflated, without a hint of his oppressive aura spreading out, and then he bowed with clasped hands, "Spirit Martial City's thirty-second City Lord Yun Kuan, greets the young master!"

The change was simply too sudden.

Just moments ago, the atmosphere was tense with drawn swords and bows, and suddenly, Yun Kuan had retracted his aura and was bowing respectfully to Qinchuan.

The Martial Artists and Cultivators watching were taken aback, their eyes wide-open, staring dumbfounded at the unexpected scene before them.

"What... What's going on?"

"Why would the City Lord show such respect to a tiny figure from the Spirit Martial Realm?"

While everyone was still in a daze, Yun Kuan lowered his voice and softly spoke, "Please, young master, come to the City Lord's Mansion for a talk!"

Qinchuan put away the Jade Token, his expression as serene as an undisturbed well, accepting the respectful overtone of a Saint with indifference, and said lightly, "Lead the way!"

As everyone saw Qinchuan and Ding Hao follow the City Lord straight towards the City Lord's Mansion, the Martial Artists and Cultivators were left with countless questions swirling in their minds, unable to understand what had just happened.

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