The Peerless Emperor

Gazing at the seven shield walls blocking his path, Lin Qian's face revealed a mocking smile as he raised his arm, clutching the Thunder Night Sword with its red glow becoming increasingly dazzling.

The doubled attack, though only usable once, had a significantly noticeable effect—it would double his current attack power.

Now Lin Qian's physique had been enhanced twentyfold, and his Soul Power had also been amplified twentyfold.

The doubled attack meant that Lin Qian's next sword strike would be a terrifying assault with both his physique and Soul Power enhanced fortyfold.

"Shen Zhixing, brace yourself for my sword!" High in the sky, Lin Qian's speed as he charged forward did not diminish, as the red-golden Thunder Soul Power on the Thunder Night Sword suddenly increased, wrapping around the blade and growing amidst the wind, instantly transforming into a colossal sword of thunder.

The abruptly augmented Soul Power sword, like a blade's edge, now poured down towards the proud seven shield walls of Shen Zhixing, cleaving them apart.

When sword met shield, the clash of attack and defense immediately manifested between heaven and earth.

Swoosh!

Lin Qian swung his sword down, and the fearsome Sword Qi, like a thunderous sky canopy, struck from the very center of the seven shield walls, splitting Shen Zhixing's prideful defense into two halves.

As Shen Zhixing watched in stunned silence, his supposedly strongest defense—the Seven Spirits Shield—dispersed along with the red-golden Thunder Soul Power into the expanse of the sky, turning into half a sky's worth of Soul Power luminescence that fluttered ahead.

As for Lin Qian, his path now unobstructed, he charged towards his opponent with the slim white Cloud Sword aimed directly at Shen Zhixing's throat.

Before the sword's blade had even neared him, Shen Zhixing already felt an intense chill, as well as the moisture in the air around him beginning to form ice crystals.

At the same time, this chilling coldness climbed onto his body; before he even realized it, frost had formed on him.

Burning his origin to enhance his Soul Power, Shen Zhixing released a surge from within his body, shattering the frost clinging to his skin, and he hastily retreated backward.

Simultaneously, his hands had already condensed a Soul Power spear, which he hurled at Lin Qian.

As Shen Zhixing rapidly retreated, Lin Qian was swiftly encroaching upon his adversary. The Black Corner Clan, proficient in Soul Power, was very fast in aerial evasion.

Lin Qian's opponent, after all, was a Master Level combatant from the Black Corner Clan in the Awakening Realm, and his flight speed was by no means slower than his own.

Under the tumult of Soul Power, Shen Zhixing attempted to widen the gap between them; the purple Soul Power spears, like arrows, sped towards Lin Qian.

Lin Qian's imperial eyes had long been activated, his pupils shining with a golden hue, fixedly staring down the purple Soul Power spears attacking him from ahead.

The Thunder Night Sword he had initially readied to strike with was suddenly drawn back, and in its place came the slim Cloud Sword in Lin Qian's hand.

The coldness swept forward along with the blade of the Cloud Sword, and under the influence of the White Orchid Ice Cold Soul Power, the speed of the purple Soul Power spears sharply decreased.

At that moment, Lin Qian did not confront the Soul Power spears head-on; instead, after they slowed down, he evaded them and continued his pursuit of Shen Zhixing.

When Lin Qian crossed those purple Soul Power long spears, the Thunder Night Sword in his hand suddenly reversed direction and slashed toward the back.

The red gold Thunder Sword Qi, condensed with thunder, instantly left the body of the sword, rushing into the midst of the numerous purple Soul Power spears, and exploded, transforming into a sky full of minuscule Thunder Sword Qi, colliding with those purple Soul Power spears.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

All those purple Soul Power spears burst apart in an instant, turning into a purple-red flame, looking exceptionally enchanting.

Seeing Shen Zhixing's somewhat frustrated expression as he retreated, Lin Qian sneered coldly, "What's the matter, you seem disappointed."

Saying this, Lin Qian suddenly slowed down, warily watching the purple Soul Power spear forming in front of the other's chest.

Seeing Lin Qian's actions, Shen Zhixing's brow furrowed slightly, but then relaxed, "Disappointed? What's there to be disappointed about? It's you who should be ashamed."

"Where has the dominance gone that you showed when shattering my Seven Spirits Shield with a single sword strike? Now you're cowering in fear."

"No, the most important thing for a wise Emperor is to listen to the suggestions of his advisors." Lin Qian stopped, raised the Thunder Night Sword, and pointed at the Soul Power spear concentrated in front of Shen Zhixing's chest, "Your Black Corner Clan really lives up to its reputation as a race that wields Soul Power, actually enabling Soul Power to possess so much spirit."

"If I were to clash with your Soul Power spear, and be contaminated by the after-explosion's Soul Power flames, I would bear your mark," Lin Qian said with an admiring expression on his face, "And then, any attack you condense with your Soul Power would automatically track towards me."

"By that time, you would only need to keep condensing Soul Power attacks, and I would be forced to defend passively, or run ragged. However, as long as I remain unmarked by those flames, I will be fine."

"It seems that to burst forth with such flames, to stabilize the structure of the Soul Power, it must take the form of these four-foot long spears, doesn't it?"

When Shen Zhixing heard Lin Qian confidently reveal the secret of his all-consuming Soul Flame, he felt nothing but deep fear, "Impossible, this is my secret technique, how could you know?"

"Is that so? I can even use it!" As his words fell, Lin Qian released his hands, both the Thunder Night Sword and the Cloud Sword quietly floating beside him, and he spread his palms open in front of his chest. The bright yellow Minghuang Emperor Soul Power gradually condensed into bright yellow Soul Power spears and shot toward the other side.

Shen Zhixing's face drastically changed as he instantly gathered several paths of his all-consuming Soul Flame, turning them into straight four-foot spears, fiercely shooting out, colliding with the golden spears charging at him.

The enchanting purple-red flames and the bright yellow ones interweaved, eventually merging together and vanishing into thin air.

Whether it was Shen Zhixing's all-consuming Soul Flame or Lin Qian's bright yellow flames, aside from the different colours, the emerging state of both was identical.

"Impossible!" Seeing this scene, Shen Zhixing couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment, yelling at Lin Qian before him, "This is my exclusive secret technique, even my most beloved Yi'er has not been taught this; how could you have learned it?"

"Because I have a good Prime Minister," Lin Qian said casually, picking up the Thunder Night Sword and Cloud Sword floating to his sides.

Meanwhile, behind the Sky Trace in Lin Qian's Dantian, at the headquarters of the Heavenly Art Department of the Huaxia Empire on Xuanhuan Star, Zhuge Ming took a sip of his tea, sitting aloft at the great hall of the Heavenly Art Department.

Floating around him were no less than three hundred varying sized Tactical Mirrors, and all of Lin Qian's data observed through Emperor's Pupils, Soul Power, and Soul Consciousness, was collected and relayed instantaneously by the scribes of the Heavenly Art Department to Zhuge Ming for analysis.

It was Shen Zhixing's intricacies of the all-consuming Soul Flame that Zhuge Ming vividly laid bare and then explained to his own emperor.