Devouring Soul Emperor

"Brat, since you refuse to appreciate my kindness, don’t blame my sword for being merciless."

Yin Feiyang gripped the Longsword condensed from Martial Soul Power, lunged forward, and raised the blade high before slashing down at Chu Qingyun’s head.

"Profound Celestial Divine Pattern!"

"Thunder Light Sword Qi!"

An icy light flashed across Chu Qingyun’s body. Without hesitation, he directly activated his true Thunder Light Power. A faint purple Sword Qi shimmered as he met the attack with a slash of his own.

CRACK!

A crisp sound.

The Longsword in Yin Feiyang’s hand was actually sliced in two by the single strike!

However, clashing with a Fifth-level Martial Spirit sent a huge shockwave back through him, making Chu Qingyun feel a bit unwell. Fortunately, the Ice Pattern on his body lit up and neutralized the force.

After his sword broke, Yin Feiyang showed no surprise. He tapped his toes and leaped back several meters.

’So it’s no ordinary Sword Qi...’

Yin Feiyang glanced at the broken sword in his hand, then at the purple Thunder Light Sword Qi on Chu Qingyun’s Strange Sword. A flicker of greed flashed in his eyes.

Yin Feiyang casually tossed aside the broken sword. After leaving his hand, it reverted to a ball of Martial Soul Power and quickly dissipated.

Then, another stream of Martial Soul Power surged from the massive, sword-shaped illusion behind him, reforming into an identical Longsword in his hand.

If it were a Tier Three Sword Martial Soul, it would have definitely collapsed after being broken.

But for a Tier Four, a broken sword had no real effect. The Tier Four Martial Soul would only collapse if the sword-shaped illusion was destroyed, or if the sword in his hand was broken too many times, exceeding the limit it could be reformed.

"Chu Qingyun, don’t think you’re the only one who has cultivated Sword Qi!"

Yin Feiyang shouted coldly, injecting Primordial Power into his Longsword. Instantly, a gray Sword Qi, over two meters long, erupted from the blade.

The gray Sword Qi, carrying a sharp aura, stabbed toward Chu Qingyun.

Chu Qingyun snorted in response, brandishing his Strange Sword and slashing out to meet the attack.

The two stood more than two meters apart, clashing with their Sword Qi. Every collision unleashed an extremely sharp gale of wind.

Moreover, both Chu Qingyun and Yin Feiyang were masters of the sword. They exchanged blows at extreme speeds, their gray and purple Sword Qi clashing as fast as lightning.

Even the incredibly sturdy protective barrier was being scored with marks that were constantly being repaired.

"Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine!"

In the middle of the battle, Chu Qingyun shouted inwardly. Ten vines shot out from the Martial Soul Illusion behind him, stabbing straight at Yin Feiyang.

But Yin Feiyang just sneered and shot Chu Qingyun a mocking glance.

With a wave of his arm, he sent out ten streams of Primordial Power.

"Go!"

With a soft shout from Yin Feiyang, the ten streams of Primordial Power shot out instantly toward Chu Qingyun’s ten vines. As they flew, each stream rapidly transformed into the shape of a sword.

PUFF PUFF PUFF...

Amidst a series of muffled thuds, all ten vines were actually severed!

’Such a sharp aura! That’s not just ordinary Primordial Power taking shape... it’s infused with the Martial Soul Power of a Sword Martial Soul!’

Chu Qingyun’s eyes narrowed as he came to this realization.

If a normal blast of Primordial Power was like a punch, then this Primordial Power was like a sharp sword.

The Primordial Power of a Fifth-level Martial Spirit, combined with the Martial Soul Power of a powerful Tier Four Sword Martial Soul, was too much for even his Tier Four Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine to withstand.

After all, Chu Qingyun and Yin Feiyang were two realms apart, which was a huge gap within the Martial Spirit Realm.

"Chu Qingyun, your vines are useless against me!"

"Give up now and kneel to Princess Qingyou in apology!"

Having crushed Chu Qingyun’s Martial Soul in one move, Yin Feiyang pressed his advantage, his Sword Technique growing even fiercer as he launched a ferocious assault.

A major reason he had dared to step onto the battle stage so confidently was this Martial Soul counter. Without a Sword Martial Soul, Yin Feiyang wouldn’t have dared to easily face Chu Qingyun’s incredibly flexible and perfectly controlled vines.

All things have their strengths and weaknesses. The weakness of Chu Qingyun’s Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine Martial Soul was that it feared sharp Artifact Martial Souls, like swords and sabers.

"You can save the big talk for after you’ve won."

Chu Qingyun replied coolly, pouring more Primordial Power into his Strange Sword and Profound Celestial Divine Pattern as he continued to battle Yin Feiyang fiercely.

Inwardly, however, he was pondering how exactly he could defeat Yin Feiyang.

Strange Sword, Thunder Light Sword Qi, Profound Celestial Divine Pattern, Martial Soul Power, a Tier Four Martial Soul... it seemed he had used every tool at his disposal, yet he could only fight to a draw.

’Should I try to drain his Primordial Power?’

’Or maybe use a bit of my Devouring Power?’

Chu Qingyun considered this secretly, feeling hesitant.

However, he didn’t know that faced with this same stalemate, Yin Feiyang was even more anxious than he was.

He, Yin Feiyang, was a Fifth-level Martial Spirit. Before the fight even started, he had boasted that he would beat Chu Qingyun until he knelt and apologized.

But now, after more than a hundred rounds, the two were still evenly matched.

’Damn it! My Secret Technique is at a critical stage of cultivation and I can’t use it right now. Otherwise, I could definitely defeat this brat in one fell swoop!’

’Right now... I’ll just have to use a Soul Technique.’

Having made his decision, Yin Feiyang suddenly struck, temporarily forcing Chu Qingyun back.

Then, a massive amount of pure Primordial Power was mobilized from his Qi Sea and poured into the sword-shaped illusion behind him.

"Luosheng Sword Rain!"

Yin Feiyang roared, and from the sword-shaped illusion, a dense, countless swarm of light orbs suddenly flew out.

Each orb was a mixture of Primordial Power and Martial Soul Power.

After the dense swarm of orbs flew up, they hovered in midair. Then, the orbs squirmed and transformed, turning into the shape of many Small Swords in the blink of an eye.

This attack was extremely similar to the move Yin Feiyang had used before.

"Hmph, let’s see you survive this!"

Yin Feiyang sneered and activated his Sword Qi again, charging at Chu Qingyun. Meanwhile, the dense swarm of Small Swords in the air fell like rain under his control, all smashing down on Chu Qingyun.

"Damn it..."

Watching the dense rain of swords, Chu Qingyun’s pupils couldn’t help but shrink. With a thought, the ten vines of his Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine shot out and grew rapidly, forming a barrier above him.

Each Small Sword that landed on the vines would instantly erupt with a sharp force, tearing the vine apart before disappearing.

Almost every second, dozens or even hundreds of Small Swords rained down.

Even with a continuous supply of Primordial Power from Chu Qingyun, the Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine only held on for less than five seconds before collapsing violently amidst the rain of swords.

It wasn’t that the Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine Martial Soul was inferior to Yin Feiyang’s Luosheng Celestial Sword Martial Soul.

Rather, the difference in their Realms—one at the Small Spirit Realm and the other at the Celestial Spirit Realm—was simply too great.