Invincible Soul Emperor

"Ye Qingchen, this isn’t over yet!" Wu Chang said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with unwillingness and rage.

Ye Qingchen took a deep breath and stared firmly at Wu Chang. "Wu Chang, sometimes when you can’t, you just can’t. Even if you’ve fallen into demonic cultivation, you still won’t be my match."

A trace of ferocity and hesitation flashed across Wu Chang’s face, but it was quickly drowned out by hatred.

He let out a furious roar and lunged at Ye Qingchen once more, and the two of them were again locked in a fierce battle.

The Demonic Qi in Wu Chang’s heart grew stronger and stronger. Ye Qingchen frowned as he watched him, the doubt in his heart mounting.

The Demonic Qi on Wu Chang now could no longer be described as merely strong.

But who exactly would help him like this?

Who would be so bored and idle as to help such a piece of trash?

After another clash, Ye Qingchen seized the chance to ask, "Wu Chang, wasn’t your Cultivation already crippled? Where did you learn this Demonic Qi Cultivation Technique?"

Wu Chang stared coldly at Ye Qingchen, his eyes filled with hatred and mockery, but he gave no answer.

His attacks grew ever more vicious, as if he meant to let his actions speak for him.

The more Ye Qingchen fought, the more puzzled he felt, but he knew that right now the most important thing was dealing with the Wu Chang in front of him.

While parrying Wu Chang’s attacks, Ye Qingchen kept pondering the changes in him. His Demonic Qi Cultivation Technique was extremely sinister and poisonous; every move carried a lethal threat. This was completely different from his previous cultivation style and was clearly the result of some extreme method of enhancement.

"Wu Chang, you can’t beat me. But as long as you tell me where this Demonic Qi Cultivation Technique came from, I can spare your life!"

Ye Qingchen questioned him again, hoping to glean a hint from the other’s words.

With methods this vicious and cruel, whoever was behind him definitely wanted his life badly!

Yet Ye Qingchen couldn’t guess who it was.

However, Wu Chang remained silent, those icy eyes locking onto Ye Qingchen, brimming with endless resentment.

His attacks came in wave after wave, with no intention of stopping.

Ye Qingchen sighed inwardly. He understood that Wu Chang had already been devoured by hatred; there was no way to pry anything out of his mouth.

For now, he could only do everything in his power to subdue Wu Chang, then force the answers out of him.

The two continued their fierce battle in the darkness, fists and palms crossing in a blur, the air thick with tension. While responding to Wu Chang’s onslaught, Ye Qingchen watched his moves and aura, trying to pick out some clue from them.

The next instant, Ye Qingchen suddenly sensed a faintly familiar aura hidden within Wu Chang’s Demonic Qi. That aura stirred something in his heart, as if it had brushed against fragments of old memories.

"This Demonic Qi... could it be..."

Ye Qingchen’s thoughts spun rapidly as the Demonic Qi before his eyes grew even stronger.

"Could it be Jiang Qi!"

Ye Qingchen recalled the wound Jiang Qi had inflicted on him that time; this Demonic Qi seemed somewhat similar to his!

"Looks like only capturing him alive will let me find the answer!"

The battle between Ye Qingchen and Wu Chang entered a white-hot phase.

Though Wu Chang’s Demonic Qi assaults were fierce, signs of fatigue gradually showed, whereas Ye Qingchen remained calm, pressing forward step by step. Wu Chang’s breathing turned ragged, his movements slightly sluggish. Seizing the opening, Ye Qingchen unleashed a clever counter, driving Wu Chang into a dead corner.

"Wu Chang, this ends here!" Ye Qingchen said coldly, both hands gathering a powerful surge of the power of the wood element, ready to capture Wu Chang.

At this critical instant, a shadow suddenly flickered like a ghost, and a low, cold chuckle sounded in the air.

A man clad in black appeared beside Wu Chang. He was thin, his face pale as paper, his eyes icy and cold. His left sleeve hung empty—clearly a one-armed man—yet his aura was undiminished, instead gaining an extra touch of savagery.

The man’s features were cold and sharp, his angular face carrying a trace of vicious amusement. His thin lips curled slightly, and a chilling gleam flickered in his eyes that made one’s heart turn cold.

The whole person seemed to have crawled out of Hell, bearing endless resentment and killing intent.

"You thought you could capture Wu Chang that easily?" the black-clad man said coldly, his voice low and hoarse, tinged with ridicule.

Ye Qingchen froze for a moment. He didn’t know this man, but from his words and actions he could feel intense hostility. He had no time to think it through; his gaze sharpened as he prepared to strike again.

The black-clad man’s lips curled into a cold smile. His figure blurred, and he was already standing at Wu Chang’s side. Black Qi surged around his lone right hand, instantly forming a barrier that knocked Ye Qingchen’s attack back.

A flash of anger flickered in Ye Qingchen’s eyes. He knew this black-clad man was in league with Wu Chang, but he hadn’t expected him to show up at such a critical moment.

And this man even had a Xue Family Token on him—it seemed he was from the Xue Family!

"Today’s matter ends here." The black-clad man sneered, then helped the already injured Wu Chang up, preparing to retreat.

"You won’t escape!" Ye Qingchen shouted angrily. He lashed out, the power of the wood element transforming into a vine that shot toward the black-clad man and Wu Chang, trying to entangle them.

The black-clad man let out a cold snort. With a wave of his right hand, a surge of violent lightning Energy burst forth, severing all the vines.

He grabbed Wu Chang’s wrist, a glint of icy killing intent flashing in his eyes, and his figure turned into a streak of black, vanishing rapidly into the darkness.

Watching Wu Chang and the black-clad man disappear from sight, Ye Qingchen’s heart tightened. He immediately unfolded his movement technique and gave chase.

He knew that if he let them escape, all of today’s efforts would be wasted, and next time Wu Chang might come back even more unrestrained—dealing with him then would be much harder!

Ye Qingchen’s figure moved like the wind, darting swiftly through the darkness.

However, the other side seemed extremely familiar with the terrain here. Every time Ye Qingchen thought he was about to catch up, the black-clad man would cleverly use the surrounding terrain to shake off his pursuit.

Rugged mountain paths, narrow passages, and hidden forks all became obstacles to Ye Qingchen’s tracking.

"Damn it, where on earth did they come from?" Ye Qingchen grew anxious, watching the two figures recede farther and farther, his heart sinking.

Ye Qingchen quickened his pace, doing his utmost to give chase, but the black-clad man and Wu Chang flitted through the night like ghosts, their movements light and swift.

Though Ye Qingchen’s speed was great, he couldn’t fully unleash it in such complex terrain.

After passing through a narrow Valley, Ye Qingchen suddenly realized that there was no sign of them ahead anymore. He stood where he was, wind howling past his ears, his heart at a loss. He scanned his surroundings; the darkness was deathly still, as if the chase just now had been nothing but a Phantom.

"Where did they go?" Ye Qingchen knitted his brows tightly, carefully sensing the area around him.

However, no matter how he probed, he couldn’t sense any human aura nearby.

Ye Qingchen took a deep breath and calmed himself, forcing himself to recall the route of the chase just now, trying to find a possible hiding place.