Asura Mad Emperor

After a thunderous strike, the towering figure of the Yin Spirit King actually stepped back abruptly.

"Roar——"

"Insolent human brat, how dare you oppose this seat? I will suppress you, extract your soul, and roast it on the Nether Fire, where you will endure the pain of being burned by fierce flames for all eternity!"

The Yin Spirit King looked at his fist in astonishment, speaking with a hoarse and chilly voice.

He had thought he could easily suppress Qinchuan with a single move, but Qinchuan's strike far exceeded his expectations.

"With your ability, I'm afraid it's far from sufficient."

Qinchuan stood with his long spear slanted, saying indifferently.

Having said that, he shook his long spear in his hand, and his whole figure transformed into a blood dragon, charging over to fight with the Yin Spirit King.

Ling Xian'er and the other two, watching from a distance, felt their blood surge with excitement, but also began to harbor some worries.

The Yin Spirit King seemed very powerful, and he existed in symbiosis with the distant range of Spirit Mountains, his yin energy and spirit power unceasingly flowing, perhaps beyond the reach of ordinary Spirit Martial Realm martial artists. Even a warrior of the Dao Palace Realm might not necessarily be his match.

Ji Huo'er suppressed the excitement in her heart and looked at Ling Xian'er with longing, "Sister, should we help?"

Ling Xian'er stood gracefully, pure as snow in her flowing white robes, with bright eyes and pearly teeth. Watching the two combatants, Qinchuan seemed to be small and weak, but was subtly gaining the upper hand, she shook her head and whispered softly, "Don't worry, Young Master Qin can handle it."

Torrential rain poured down, and dark clouds filled the sky, as strong winds danced with evil spirits, tinting the entire firmament a dusky hue.

Amidst the mountains, the yin energy soared, with roars and thunderous sounds that continued incessantly, resounding through the heavens and filling onlookers with trepidation.

Qinchuan fought fiercely against the Yin Spirit King, the aura unleashed by both sides being tremendously terrifying, causing gusts of wind that swept over Ding Hao and the others like blades, painfully stinging their faces.
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The two broke into the mountain range, moving away from Ding Hao and the others, fighting from the canyon deep within the mountains to the summit.

The Yin Spirit King moved his limbs, and from his back, three pairs of arms grew out, with each pair of hands forming seals that conjured a complex Dharma Seal in front of his chest.

Then, endless yin qi howled out from the top of the Yin Spirit King's head, spreading outwards in all directions, like boundless and unlimited waves, surging and overwhelming, crashing upon the shores with fury.

This mountain range was the transformation of a war beast belonging to an ancient deity, containing the will of that deity.

This Divine Skill was something he had comprehended from the continuous mountain range, creating it on his own. Although it no longer bore the deity's might from ancient times, it was still a vast and rare breath between heaven and earth.

As the Dharma Seal emerged, yin qi swept in, the ground cracked, mountains shattered, spiritual trees fell, countless rocks tumbled down as if heralding the end of the world, leaving everyone in shock.

Qinchuan was not afraid. His long spear turned into a blood dragon, his body igniting in roaring flames, a murderous intent surged from his blood-red eyes and poured forth, almost like a substance, dying the entire sky in a shade of blood.

He did not use the power of the Emperor Soul within his sea of consciousness, relying solely on the physical power of the Spirit Martial Realm.

In fact, at that moment, he could no longer use the Emperor Soul within him, for it had entered into a deep sleep as soon as he stepped into the Spirit Martial Great Tomb.

The Emperor Soul had been consolidated through nine cycles of reincarnation and was only just beginning to awaken. He understood that this slumber was most certainly the precursor to his next awakening.

Qinchuan's spear technique, Fierce Flame Mysterious Technique, was fully deployed in combating the Yin Spirit King's divine skills.

"Boom——"

The spell unleashed by the Yin Spirit King was astonishing, with six arms dancing at once, stirring up the wind and sky. It was clear to see the Yin Qi around him rising in waves like a tsunami, overwhelming as they pressed towards Qinchuan.

Qinchuan's spear was like a dragon, with a fire dragon circling around him, forming a powerful barrier that withstood all attacks from the Yin Spirit Qi, preventing it from getting anywhere near him.

The two grew more valiant as the battle raged on, from the heavens to the earth. The scope of the battlefield expanded ever more widely, traveling from one mountaintop to another. Wherever they passed, mountains were severed, and rocks shattered into dust—an awe-inspiring sight.

Ling Xian'er and the others, following them from behind, were already dumbfounded. The Yin Spirit King was terrifying indeed, especially his endless waves of spells. But what shocked and horrified them even more was that facing such a terrifyingly powerful Yin Spirit King, Qinchuan was not at a disadvantage.

"No wonder he could utter such arrogant words!"

Ling Xian'er's beautiful eyes shimmered with radiance, and with admiration, she looked toward Qinchuan, who was intensely fighting with the Yin Spirit King in the air, and thought to herself.

"With his talent and strength, Qinchuan is indeed capable of standing proud over the entire Divine Wilderness Continent."

The battle continued, with unending mountain ranges from which sinister Qi surged forth. Qinchuan's spear technique was extraordinary, like a great dragon emerging from the water, like meteorites falling from the sky, shaking this part of the world as if it were trembling.

The Yin Spirit King, his body enshrouded in sky-high Yin Qi, conjured two different magical treasures with two of his six arms—a blood-red Moon Disk and a blood-colored Ghost King Sword.

As the blood-red Moon Disk and the Ghost King Sword launched simultaneously, they crashed down on Qinchuan with the force that could tear the sky and split the earth.

With earth-shattering might, they collided with Qinchuan's spear. Spells danced wildly, and the explosion roared, leaving Ling Xian'er and the others extremely startled.

These were two immensely powerful magical treasures. The blood-red Moon Disk appeared above Qinchuan's head, and the Ghost King Sword swiftly struck, both attacking him from either side.

"Clang——"

In this critical moment, a giant inkstone emerged above Qinchuan's head, withstanding the oppressive force of the blood-red Moon Disk.

Meanwhile, his long spear emitted streaks of crimson light, continuously clashing with the Ghost King Sword in fierce combat.

The long spear and the Ghost King Sword collided, creating a series of thunderous clangs, like the angry thunder god from the Nine Heavens, striking fear into everyone's hearts.

The Yin Spirit King was incredibly furious and frustrated. He had taken shape for over ten thousand years, his strength almost reaching the pinnacle of this world, having never encountered such a formidable opponent while occupying these mountains.

Conversely, for Qinchuan, this was the most exhilarating battle of his life. He did not rely on the Emperor Soul Power, nor did he have the assistance of formations or the might of divine artifacts. Solely with the strength of his physical body from this lifetime, he withstood the formidable Yin Spirit King.

"Boom——"

The battle raged on, another earth-shaking collision, with the Yin Spirit King's Dharma Seal, the blood-red Moon Disk, and the Ghost King Sword all striking simultaneously, creating a sea of spells that were tumultuous and overwhelming.

Yet Qinchuan remained undaunted, with fierce flames protecting his body, and his long spear and the Heavenly Metamorphosis Inkstone above his head spinning madly to parry every attack.

At this moment, Qinchuan was truly invigorated, with his blood boiling and countless divine lights flickering in his eyes—a look of longing.

He felt his long spear resonating with dragon chants, the blood-colored spear shaft trembling incessantly.

The long spear in his hand was the one he had used back in Great Wilderness City. It was merely a high-grade mysterious artifact, which was showing signs of being unable to withstand the intense battle any longer.