Devouring Soul Emperor

Reversed Scale Transformation was an incredibly powerful Secret Technique.

With Huo Yuchen’s strength as a Sixth-level Martial Spirit, he had only cultivated it to the point where the black scales could cover his limbs.

But now, he was forcibly activating the Secret Technique, spreading the scales over his entire body to stake everything on one final move against Chu Qingyun.

Faced with such a blow, Chu Qingyun didn’t back down either.

He condensed his Thunder Light Sword Qi to its absolute limit, leaving only a thin layer clinging to the Strange Sword. Gripping the hilt with both hands, he brought the sword down to meet Huo Yuchen’s final attack.

CLANG!!

A piercing, sharp sound rang out.

The extremely condensed Sword Qi from both of them collided fiercely.

Both had used their maximum strength. Where their weapons met, the air rippled in a shockwave. When the ripples washed over the surrounding crowd, even the Martial Spirit Level experts felt a stinging sensation on their skin.

The two streams of Sword Qi were evenly matched, trembling slightly under the immense pressure from both sides.

Huo Yuchen’s Sword Qi was fueled by the formidable Primordial Power of a Sixth-level Martial Spirit, making it stronger than Chu Qingyun’s Sword Qi in that regard.

However, Chu Qingyun’s Sword Qi was infused with Thunder Light Power, making it far more powerful than ordinary Sword Qi. Thus, even in this intense clash, he was not losing to Huo Yuchen.

After a stalemate lasting two or three breaths, there was a loud BANG. The two streams of Sword Qi shattered simultaneously, and the Strange Sword and Huo Yuchen’s Spirit Level battle saber once again slammed into each other.

"Haha, Chu Qingyun, you’re finished!"

"My Moying Battle Saber is a top-grade Spirit Level battle saber! Although Spirit Level Divine Weapons aren’t as crucial after reaching the Qi Realm..."

"...I, the Prince, still paid a great price to obtain this Moying Battle Saber, precisely for a moment like this!"

Huo Yuchen stared intently at Chu Qingyun and sneered.

Chu Qingyun’s Strange Sword emitted no aura fluctuations or strange glow, so Huo Yuchen naturally dismissed it as an ordinary Treasure Sword.

"Huo Yuchen, before you boast, perhaps you should take a closer look," Chu Qingyun snorted.

Huo Yuchen’s gaze swept down to the point where their weapons met.

Instantly, his eyes flew wide open, nearly popping out of their sockets.

He had been too confident to notice before, but now he saw that his Moying Battle Saber was already nearly halfway cracked!

Moreover, streams of an inky-black power were continuously gushing from the crack.

The Strange Sword might not have any aura fluctuations or discernible power, but in terms of sharpness and sturdiness, it was definitely the most formidable weapon Chu Qingyun had ever seen.

The Thundercloud Sword, another Spirit Level Divine Weapon, had been destroyed by this very Strange Sword.

"This... This..."

Huo Yuchen was so astonished he was at a loss for words.

"Huo Yuchen, die!"

Naturally, Chu Qingyun would not let such an opportunity slip by.

His eyes narrowed. The Ice Pattern of the Fifth Layer of his Profound Celestial Divine Pattern suddenly flared to life. All the power in his body erupted, pouring into the Strange Sword in an instant.

CRACK!

Huo Yuchen’s battle saber finally gave way. With a crack, it was forcibly sliced in two by the Strange Sword!

However, the moment it broke completely, all the power contained within the Spirit Level battle saber erupted at once.

A terrifying black power exploded between the two of them.

Chu Qingyun’s expression changed, and he instantly mobilized his Primordial Power to defend himself.

Huo Yuchen was closer. Although he also snapped back to his senses and deployed his Primordial Power to defend, he was still sent flying. He staggered upon landing and spat out a mouthful of blood, having been severely injured by the blast.

After all, a Spirit Level Divine Weapon contained the condensed power of one or even multiple Tier Three Demon Cores. When that power was released in an instant, even a Sixth-level Martial Spirit could not underestimate it.

The fierce battle was over, and a strange silence fell over the area.

Everyone in the vicinity, including Huo Yuchen, whose chin was still dripping with blood, stared with burning eyes at the Strange Sword in Chu Qingyun’s hand.

’A Treasure Sword that can shatter a Spirit Level battle saber... Could it be... a King-grade Divine Weapon!?’

The thought of those two words, "King-grade," made everyone’s heart burn with greed.

Chu Qingyun’s heart skipped a beat. ’This is bad,’ he thought.

’The battle was so intense that I overlooked this point.’

’Being watched by so many people now... this is going to be troublesome... ’

"Ahem, little brother, that sword of yours... could it be a King-grade Treasure Sword?" a Fifth-level Martial Spirit standing nearby asked, his eyes burning as he stared at the sword in Chu Qingyun’s hand.

"What if it is, and what if it isn’t?"

Chu Qingyun offered no explanation. His eyes glinted with killing intent as he vigilantly watched his surroundings for any sudden movements, guarding against a sneak attack.

"Hmph, you arrogant brat! This is the Blood-soaked Land, this is Black Blood City! How dare a kid from the Land of Hundred Dynasties act so insolent here!" another Fifth-level Martial Spirit sneered.

Those words were truly malicious, intended to turn everyone against him.

It directly pitted Chu Qingyun against everyone present from the Blood-soaked Land and even vaguely encouraged them to join forces.

Chu Qingyun’s eyes turned cold. With a flash of movement, his Sword Qi erupted, and a single strike beheaded the man, sending his head flying high into the air.

Everyone around, including Huo Yuchen, Yu Chen, and Princess Qingyou, couldn’t help but feel a chill run down their spines.

’This guy is way too decisive with his kills!’

By killing a Fifth-level Martial Spirit in a single strike, the burning greed in the hearts of the crowd was indeed suppressed a little.

However, no one left. They all remained, surrounding him with covetous eyes, but no one dared to say another word or make a move.

They had all witnessed Chu Qingyun’s strength for themselves.

Huo Yuchen’s strength was actually considered quite formidable among Sixth-level Martial Spirits, yet he was still no match for Chu Qingyun.

The first person to charge forward would surely bear the brunt of Chu Qingyun’s devastating counterattack.

Everyone was thinking the same thing: let someone else be the cannon fodder while they wait to pick up the spoils.

Meanwhile, Chu Qingyun also held his ground, his mind racing as he tried to figure out a way to escape.

Just then, a voice came from outside the crowd.

"Haha, what a lively scene."

Hearing this voice, the expressions of many people from Black Blood City changed, a conflicted look appearing on their faces.

The crowd parted on its own, and a young man who looked to be in his late twenties walked in from the outside. He was thin, with puffy bags under his eyes, and seemed to be lacking in energy.

This person’s strength was only that of a Fifth-level Martial Spirit, which was considered quite ordinary here.

However, he was followed by two burly Sixth-level Martial Spirits, making it clear at a glance that he was no ordinary person.