Devouring Soul Emperor

"Hmph. Chu Qingyun, don’t think you have any right to be arrogant just because you broke through to a Level 4 Martial Spirit."

"Even if you did break through, in my eyes, you’re still just a piece of trash!"

Just then, Yin Feiyang, who was standing beside Princess Qingyou, stepped forward and pointed at Chu Qingyun.

"Say whatever you want. I’m leaving the city, so I won’t be staying to entertain you," Chu Qingyun said indifferently, then turned to leave.

But Yin Feiyang strode out from the crowd and pursued Chu Qingyun from behind.

"You still dare to be so arrogant, you brat."

"Now that my Secret Technique has reached Great Success, I’ll make sure you die this time!"

As Yin Feiyang spoke, the aura of a Fifth-level Martial Spirit erupted from him. Mottled black spots appeared on his arm as his Primordial Power surged forth, and he thrust a palm directly at Chu Qingyun.

The Primordial Power in Yin Feiyang’s palm emanated an exceptionally fierce and sharp fluctuation.

If one looked closely, one could even see what appeared to be small white swords darting about within it. He had fused the Martial Soul Power from his Tier Four Sword Martial Soul into his Primordial Power.

With a palm strike like this, Yin Feiyang was confident he could suppress any Fourth-level Martial Spirit!

Sensing the ferocious Palm Power from behind, Chu Qingyun spun around, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Profound Celestial Divine Pattern!"

Chu Qingyun immediately unleashed the Profound Celestial Divine Pattern. Simultaneously, the Martial Soul Power from his three Martial Souls—the Iron Thread Ten-Star Vine, the Senluo Iron Wall, and the Black Arrow—instantly fused into his body and Primordial Power. He, too, met Yin Feiyang’s attack with a palm of his own.

’A Fourth-level Martial Spirit is going to compete in Palm Power and Primordial Power against a Fifth-level Martial Spirit?’

Many people in the crowd secretly shook their heads, thinking that Chu Qingyun was overestimating his own strength and being far too arrogant.

Yin Feiyang also let out a cold sneer, his eyes filled with contempt.

However, the result was something no one had expected.

BOOM!

With a tremendous bang, the two streams of Primordial Power, each fused with Martial Soul Power, exploded on impact, sending out waves of fierce energy as sharp as blades.

At the point of impact, both Chu Qingyun and Yin Feiyang felt an immense force surge up their arms and into their bodies, delivering a tremendous shock to their systems.

The collision of two streams of Primordial Power, both infused with the power of a Tier Four Martial Soul, was far more potent than a normal clash of Primordial Power.

Chu Qingyun let out a muffled grunt, feeling his Qi Blood churn within him. He was forced back two heavy steps, leaving deep footprints in the hard flagstones.

Yin Feiyang, however, coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward. He crashed to the ground beside Princess Qingyou, his aura instantly plummeting.

Although both of them had a protective Secret Technique, Chu Qingyun had fused the Tier Four Senluo Iron Wall Soul Power into his body and Primordial Power.

On the surface, he looked no different than usual, but in reality, his body was already guarded by a defense as unmovable as a mountain—it was like having the extra protection of half a Tier Four defensive Soul Technique.

The Ninth Prince, Princess Qingyou, and their companions were all stunned.

Yin Feiyang was a genius who had cultivated Sword Qi. He was considered a powerful figure among Fifth-level Martial Spirits; even an ordinary Sixth-level Martial Spirit might not be his match.

But now, he had been defeated by Chu Qingyun in a single move?

And Yin Feiyang hadn’t even used his Tier Four Martial Soul or his Sword Qi. Others might not have known this, but the Ninth Prince and Princess Qingyou were well aware.

Chu Qingyun also had a Tier Four Martial Soul and even more formidable Sword Qi that he hadn’t used.

In other words, even if both of them were to use every ability at their disposal, Yin Feiyang would still be no match for Chu Qingyun. In fact, he would likely still be grievously wounded in a single exchange!

At that moment, the way many people looked at Chu Qingyun had subtly changed.

"A Fourth-level Martial Spirit defeating a Fifth-level Martial Spirit with a single palm strike. Impressive, very impressive. But you’re not going anywhere now."

Just then, from the group facing the Ninth Prince, the young man in the lead took a step forward and spoke.

"Not going anywhere? Why not?" Chu Qingyun asked.

The man chuckled, his expression brimming with confidence. "Because, as I just said, all of you Examiners from the Great Xia are going to die here today."

"However, it seems you aren’t with them. I’ll give you a chance. Hand over your sword, the Secret Technique and Secret Manual you cultivate with, and all of your valuables. Do that, and I will spare your life."

As he spoke, he stared at Chu Qingyun with a burning gaze, as if trying to see through him and understand how he, a mere Fourth-level Martial Spirit, could so easily defeat a Fifth-level Martial Spirit with a single palm strike.

’Is it a powerful Secret Technique?’

’Or a powerful Palm Technique?’

’Or perhaps some other method entirely.’

Whatever it was, the man had now set his sights on Chu Qingyun.

’One Sixth-level Martial Spirit, nine Fifth-level Martial Spirits...’

Assessing their strength, Chu Qingyun couldn’t help but let a cold smile touch his lips. "And if I refuse? What can you do to me?"

With his current strength, Chu Qingyun simply disregarded the nine Fifth-level Martial Spirits.

The Sixth-level Martial Spirit—the one who had been speaking—might be a little troublesome. But if it came to a real fight, Chu Qingyun was confident he could handle him.

"If you refuse? Hmph. If you refuse to hand them over, then you can just die alongside your precious... Ninth Prince."

"Haha, wouldn’t you agree, Ninth Prince!?"

As he spoke, the man suddenly turned to look at the Ninth Prince, Yu Chen, taunting him. He even made a point of heavily emphasizing the words "Ninth Prince."

Hearing this, veins bulged on the Ninth Prince’s forehead in anger.

"Huo Yuchen, I’ll kill you!"

Faced with the man’s repeated provocations, the Ninth Prince could finally bear it no longer and stepped forward.

"Oh? Finally couldn’t hold it in anymore? I thought you were just a coward who only knows how to send his underlings to their deaths."

"In that case... Red Clothes, why don’t you go and ’play’ with our dear Ninth Prince."

The young man named Huo Yuchen smiled confidently, seemingly paying no mind to the Ninth Prince’s challenge.

Once again, he emphasized the words "Ninth Prince," making Yu Chen grit his teeth in fury.

The one called Red Clothes was a young woman who looked to be around twenty, dressed, fittingly, in red. Her alluring eyes held a seductive charm.

Carrying a longsword, Red Clothes stepped out from beside Huo Yuchen and said to the Ninth Prince with a beaming smile, "After you, Ninth Prince. You’ll have to be gentle with little old me, tee-hee-hee..."

She giggled as she spoke.

The Ninth Prince, however, wore a grim expression, as if facing a formidable foe.

In their previous few battles, Red Clothes had never been deployed. The fact that she was now sent to deal with him directly was a clear sign that her strength was anything but ordinary.

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight again, the surrounding crowd automatically made space for them.

At this moment, Princess Qingyou walked over to Chu Qingyun’s side and explained the whole situation to him.