Invincible Soul Emperor

Ye Qingchen stepped forward slowly, his gaze firm and cold: "Wu Chang, you’ve lost again!"

In fact, Wu Chang had never won against him from the beginning until now.

Wu Chang fell to the ground, his body racked with intense pain, he raised his head, his eyes full of shock and confusion.

His hands tightly grasped the ground, his nails deeply embedded in the soil, appearing particularly miserable.

"Why? Why is this happening?"

Wu Chang muttered to himself, his gaze locked onto Ye Qingchen, filled with incredulity.

He clearly felt that Ye Qingchen’s strength wasn’t greater than his, especially after he swallowed that mysterious elixir, his power had noticeably increased.

Yet the current situation completely caught him off guard.

Standing in front of him, Ye Qingchen’s expression was stern, his eyes glimmering with determination, like an indomitable mountain.

Wu Chang, on the other hand, was like a candle in the wind, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment.

"How could you be stronger than me!" Wu Chang finally couldn’t hold it in and shouted loudly. His voice was filled with intense frustration and anger, almost hysterically shouting, "We’re clearly in the same realm, why is your power stronger!"

He struggled to stand up, his face twisted, his gaze filled with resentment and anger. He gritted his teeth, his eyes flickering with madness, as if he wanted to devour Ye Qingchen alive.

"Ye Qingchen, you bastard, what makes you stronger! You merely rely on stolen power to hold on until now! Without the stolen power, you are nothing!" Wu Chang cursed hysterically, his voice hoarse, carrying endless hatred and jealousy.

He frantically waved his hands, attempting once more to gather demonic qi to launch an attack, but the power within his body seemed to have been drained, unable to form an effective attack.

His body started to tremble uncontrollably, his complexion turning paler.

"Do you think you can really defeat me? You’re just lucky! If I get another chance, I’ll make sure you die without a burial place!"

Wu Chang’s voice became increasingly sharp and frantic, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

Ye Qingchen looked at him coldly, his gaze unwavering: "Wu Chang, what you lost to me is not strength, but yourself. If you hadn’t harbored ill intentions in the first place, your cultivation wouldn’t have been ruined. If you hadn’t harbored ill intentions, you wouldn’t have practiced demonic qi, and practicing demonic qi is far from as simple as you imagine."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chang’s face grew even more sinister, his body shaking violently as if wanting to erupt with all the anger inside him: "Shut up! You bastard! What right do you have to lecture me!"

His voice echoed in the air, appearing particularly shrill and despairing.

Ye Qingchen didn’t say more, his gaze flashed with coldness as he lifted his longsword with the wood element, ready to deliver the final blow to Wu Chang.

Wu Chang looked at the longsword in Ye Qingchen’s hand, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but there was more unwillingness and anger. He clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with despair and madness: "Ye Qingchen, do you think you’ve won? If I’m not here to deal with you, more will come to claim your life!"

After Wu Chang’s hysterical roar, the madness in his eyes intensified, the demonic qi in his body surged wildly. He abruptly swung both hands, all the demonic qi instantly gathered into a powerful black whirlwind, rushing towards Ye Qingchen with destructive force.

"Ye Qingchen, today, even if I die, you won’t have it easy!" Wu Chang’s voice was hoarse, filled with endless venom and madness.

The black whirlwind, filled with strong pressure, hit Ye Qingchen fiercely.

Though Ye Qingchen quickly shielded himself with a wood element, the demonic qi was unusually bizarre and powerful, penetrating the wood element barrier and hitting Ye Qingchen’s chest hard.

Ye Qingchen’s body wavered slightly, though he wasn’t too hurt, he could clearly feel the demonic qi rapidly spreading inside him.

The demonic qi seemed to have a life, transforming into countless fine black threads, swiftly traversing Ye Qingchen’s meridians.

Ye Qingchen felt a sharp pain, those demonic qi moved wildly in his body like venomous snakes, trying to devour his life force.

Seeing this scene, Wu Chang’s lips curled into a terrifying smile, his eyes glimmering with morbid delight: "Hahaha! Ye Qingchen, you’ll never escape the torment of these demonic qi! They will continuously devour your life force, making you suffer unimaginably!"

Ye Qingchen clenched his teeth, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Wu Chang, you...!" Ye Qingchen’s voice was deep, his gaze flashed with a hint of fierceness.

Wu Chang’s laughter grew more arrogant, his body trembled due to intense emotions, his eyes flickering with the flame of madness: "Ye Qingchen, just slowly enjoy this pain! Even if I die, you’ll be tormented to death by these demonic qi!"

Ye Qingchen took a deep breath, suppressing the pain within him, he looked at Wu Chang coldly, his eyes flashing with a hint of cold light: "Wu Chang, you better pray I’m alright!"

And after Wu Chang fell to the ground.

The surrounding demonic qi began dissipating rapidly.

The black aura seemed to lose its life force, gradually retreating from around Wu Chang’s body. Originally dense like a black fog, the demonic qi began thinning, dispersing like smoke scattered by the wind, slowly dissipating in the air.

The places the demonic qi passed through, the air became fresh, seeming to restore the tranquility of a sunlit forest.

Meanwhile, nearby, Xue Zhao was also locked in fierce combat with the Fire Lizard.

The Fire Lizard was massive, its body covered in thick red scales, continuously spewing scorching flames from its mouth, baking the air around. Its crimson eyes flickered with vicious light, the powerful fire force abruptly elevated the surrounding temperature.

Xue Zhao remained calm, her posture elegant as she dodged amidst the Fire Lizard’s attacks.

She held a silver longsword in her hand, the blade emanating a cold chill, every swing of the sword exuding biting cold.

The Fire Lizard roared, leaping fiercely, its massive body pouncing towards Xue Zhao.

Xue Zhao’s figure flickered, swiftly dodging the Fire Lizard’s attack, simultaneously the longsword transformed into a silver light, fiercely piercing the Fire Lizard’s abdomen. The cold burst forth instantly, freezing the Fire Lizard’s scales, the ice rapidly spreading, covering its entire body.

"Now, it’s over!" Xue Zhao whispered, gripping the sword with both hands, infusing all her spiritual power. The chill on the blade became even more intense, instantly freezing the Fire Lizard completely into an ice sculpture.

The Fire Lizard’s body under the ice trembled slightly, then suddenly split open, shattering into countless ice pieces scattered on the ground. The scorching flames were thoroughly suppressed, the Fire Lizard’s presence also dissipated.