Asura Mad Emperor

Qinchuan inwardly lamented the regrettable situation, fully immersed in the throes of battle. He had not enjoyed such a thrilling fight in a long time, and had the battle continued, his Realm would have been fully consolidated, paving the way for another breakthrough. To his dismay, it was the Magical Treasure in his hand that had become the weak link.

Gently stroking the Blood-Colored Spear, Qinchuan placed it into his Storage Space.

He knew that the Mysterious Crystal weapon had already reached its limit after such a prolonged and fierce battle with Wang Da of the Yin Spirits. If he continued to wield this Long Spear against the Yin Spirit King, it would inevitably shatter.

Then, with an angry shout,

"Kill!"

Above the palm of his hand, a spatial void appeared, and a pristine brush as pure as jade and as tough as gold came into view, radiating dazzling divine light, resplendent with spiritual radiance, the Dao Magic splendid and apparent.

The brush, a relic of a Great Emperor, was a Half-Step Supreme Dao Artifact. As soon as it emerged, the halo was splendid; Dao Magic weighed heavily in the air. The authority and will of a Half-Step Supreme Artifact unleashed indiscriminately, its might shocking to all.
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With the Half-Step Supreme Dao Artifact in hand, Qinchuan was like a Heavenly God descending to earth, his heroic spirit overwhelming, an invincible presence manifested before their eyes.

He charged at the Yin Spirit King, the brush in his hand expelling Dao Magic with such intensity that sharp rays of light pierced through the air, a resounding tearing sound akin to the roar of dragons and tigers, striking terror straight into the heart.

The might of the Half-Step Supreme Artifact was simply overwhelming. Although Qinchuan at this moment had not cultivated Mana and was thus unable to activate the Divine Power within the brush, the sheer force of the brush's autonomous circulation, combined with the guidance of Qinchuan's vast Innate True Qi, was something the Yin Spirit King could not fend off.

The Yin Spirit King now felt as if facing a war deity, wielding a Divine Artifact, approaching with extraordinary bravery, aiming for his head.

"This is... a Half-Step Supreme Dao Artifact!"

The Yin Spirit King turned pale with fright, trembling severely, flustered and exasperated, he quickly employed the crimson Moon Disk and the Ghost King Sword to intercept.

The crimson Moon Disk exuded a terrifying divine brilliance akin to a blood moon, its energy surging. The disk spun rapidly, transforming into a blood moon hanging high in the blue sky, while the Ghost King Sword likewise quickly rotated, colliding with the brush.

With a thunderous "boom", the brush and the Ghost King Sword, along with the crimson Moon Disk, clashed together, causing an explosion that was earth-shattering, resembling the celestial deities pounding on war drums, splitting the ground and fracturing mountains.

The unmatchable shockwaves roared by like a surging tsunami, flattening vegetation, tossing sand and rocks, invoking sheer terror.

Meanwhile, on the impact of that strike, the two Magical Treasures—the crimson Moon Disk and the Ghost King Sword—suddenly cracked, then shattered bit by bit. Faced with the Half-Step Supreme Dao Artifact nurtured by a Great Emperor, these two mighty Magical Treasures turned out to be so fragile, crumbling like poorly-made tofu.

The Yin Spirit King was petrified, realizing the dire situation, he lost all will to fight and transformed into a cloud of black mist, rushing into the mountains and fleeing towards the horizon, escaping just like that.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Qinchuan bellowed, wielding the immaculate brush aglow with celestial light. He activated his movement technique and pursued the fleeing black mist.

"Good heavens! He actually defeated the Yin Spirit King all by himself!"

The crowd was immensely shocked. Even though the Yin Spirit King was still on the run, his two Magical Treasures had been destroyed, and he retreated in the heat of battle. Although the great conflict had not yet concluded, the outcome was already clear.

"Young Master Qin is truly powerful!"

Ling Xian'er muttered in amazement, her beautiful eyes shimmering, her white clothes fluttering, pure and celestial.

At the same time, the people were relieved that they had followed Qinchuan in. Should they have faced the terrifying Yin Spirit King alone, it was uncertain whether they would have escaped with their lives.

The Yin Spirit King zigzagged east and west, fleeing from north to south, from the mountain peak to the mid-slope, then from the mid-slope down to the foot of the mountain.

Like a shifting black ocean, with a whooshing sound, the spirit enveloped range after range of mountains in shadow, dying every peak a stark black.

The Yin Spirit King fled, and Qinchuan gave chase. The two zigzagged through the mountain ranges in a fierce battle. The Yin Spirit King transformed into endless mist, hiding within the mountains. Qinchuan sent his Spring and Autumn Pen flying, and with a loud boom, a hill shattered, earth and stones were scattered, and the entire mountaintop was lifted into the air, allowing the ghostly mist to escape again.

The Yin Spirit King was in an extremely sorry state, his six arms struck repeatedly by the Spring and Autumn Pen, now only three remained.

His chest was struck, leaving a terrifying wound. Although he didn't have a physical form, the opening in his spiritual body bled green fluid, which splattered across the sky.

"Swoosh—"

The two were engaged in a chase, crossing thousands of miles in an instant. It wasn't long before they reached the end of the mountain range, and beyond them lay the exit from the mountains.

But the Yin Spirit King was formed from the essence of the mountain range and had no physical body. The mountains were his foundation. To leave the range would be akin to self-destruction.

It was apparent that there was no escape!

Qinchuan wielded the Spring and Autumn Pen, from which a powerful beam of light shot into the sky and into the clouds, enveloping the heavens with divine light as if a green sky pressed down, chilling to the bone.

The Yin Spirit King had lost all will to fight, the divine brilliance shining on his form, scorching like the blazing sun, and causing him to tremble in terror.

"Spare my life, Young Master, please spare my life! I am willing to serve you as a slave, to submit to you for generations!"

At this critical moment, the Yin Spirit King suddenly begged for mercy, prostrating his huge body on the ground, trembling with fear, no longer the arrogant creature he was before.

"Hmph, you, a creature of darkness and treachery, can only commit filthy and despicable acts. What use have I for you? Since I've said that you will be dissipated, then you shall be destroyed!"

Qinchuan said coldly, continuing to wield the Spring and Autumn Pen which unleashed the Great Dao Principles in a dazzling spray of divine radiance.

At the same time, the Heavenly Metamorphosis Inkstone, which had been protecting him above his head, morphed into a Thunder Pool, brilliant with lightning bolts, that struck directly at the body of the Yin Spirit King.

The radiance washed over and thunderbolts struck; suddenly, the entire world became incredibly bright, filled with shock and terror.

"No—"

With an unwilling roar from the Yin Spirit King, the huge phantom of the Yin Spirit King vanished.

A Yin Spirit King, who had condensed for tens of thousands of years and was on the verge of acquiring a physical form, was thus suppressed by Qinchuan.

"The Yin Spirit King has been subdued!" This was the only thought left in the minds of the onlookers.

In the distance, Ling Xian'er and the others were still staring dumbfounded. Their beautiful eyes were filled with shock. The strength of this Yin Spirit King was at least comparable to an intermediate or even late-stage practitioner in the Dao Palace Realm, but in front of Qinchuan, he seemed so fragile.

Although it was with the help of a Half-Step Supreme Dao Artifact, Qinchuan was only at the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm and had not yet cultivated mana. Thus, the Half-Step Supreme Dao Artifact's power he could exert was less than one-tenth. Defeating the Yin Spirit King was almost entirely due to his own strength.

The three believed that if he had been given a long spear adequate for the battle, he would have surely been able to subdue the Yin Spirit King.

"What kind of freak is this kid?!"

At this time, the black fog over the mountains retreated, and the spiritual energy began to flow out from beneath the ground once more, filled with Immortal Qi, creating a misty atmosphere, returning it to its original peaceful state. However, after the battle, the mountains and rocks had collapsed, the vegetation was destroyed, and many hills had been leveled, leaving devastation in its wake, somewhat discordant with the tranquil setting.

Ji Huo'er's face showed dismay, pouting her lips in regret as she looked around at the destroyed spirit veins, saying sorrowfully, "What a pity, countless spiritual medicines within this spirit mountain are now destroyed, that's worth so many Mysterious Crystals!"

Even now, she was still obsessing over Heavenly Treasures Materials, her nature as a little treasure-seeker unchanged.

After subduing the Yin Spirit King, Qinchuan had also expended much of his Innate True Qi, calming down at last, "This place is just the entrance to the Spirit Martial Secret Realm; most of the spiritual medicines have already been harvested once, and they aren't considered top-grade. Let's move forward, as more precious Heavenly Treasures await us ahead!"

Upon hearing that there were even more and better Heavenly Treasures ahead, Ji Huo'er immediately dispelled her gloom, her smile bright and playful, her eyes squinting as she urged, "What are we waiting for, let's keep going!"