One Sword Frost Cold Fourteen States!

"Twin Martial Souls?"

Although this utterly ordinary Sword Sheath did not even have a Spirit Ring, the faint aura it gave off still allowed Bibi Dong to recognize it.

"Such minuscule Soul Power... this Sword Sheath should just be a Waste Martial Soul, right?"

"It doesn't even have a Spirit Ring. What use could there be in summoning it?"

Looking at the sheath that did not even contain a sword, the tension in her heart quietly eased by half.

Although the power of Qin Shiyuan's sword was already extraordinarily formidable.

If that was all there was to it, however, it still would not be enough to threaten her.

But Qin Shiyuan soon showed Bibi Dong through his actions.

What use this Sword Sheath, which she regarded as nothing more than a Waste Martial Soul, truly had.

"Clang!"

Qin Shiyuan raised the Golden Sword in one hand, turned his wrist, and thrust it straight into the ancient Sword Sheath.

The instant the blade completely entered the wooden sheath, strands of golden light shot across its surface.

In less than half a breath, they traced profound and obscure patterns upon it.

As a crisp sword cry rang out, the patterns across the entire Sword Sheath instantly blazed with golden light.

An aura far surpassing the one before it immediately swept up the white mist within dozens of meters, sending it roaring through the air.

"What is this?!"

As Bibi Dong watched the scene before her, her expression remained calm, but stormy waves had long since risen in her heart.

"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill? No! That's not right!"

"Can someone with Twin Martial Souls actually use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

"This, this... should it be called a self Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

At this moment, the Soul Power fluctuations radiating from this sheathed sword were already enough to make even her heart tremble.

However, just as Bibi Dong believed Qin Shiyuan's attack had reached its limit.

"It's not over yet!"

With a cold shout, the White-robed Youth before her moved once more.

"Ring Melting!"

Unlike the Ring Melting used by Huo Wu of Blazing Academy in the original story, which merely fused several Spirit Rings together to simply enhance the power of a soul skill.

The Ring Melting Qin Shiyuan had created was not only entirely different in method.

The power it unleashed after use was dozens of times greater than the former's.

Based on the characteristics of the Nine Abyss Sword Box, this was a method he had researched to rapidly increase his strength for a short time.

If there was anything similar to it on the Douluo Continent, it was perhaps only Ring Detonation, one of the Clear Sky Sect's three great secret arts!

Yet compared to Ring Detonation, Ring Melting's utilization rate for the Soul Power within Spirit Rings was incomparably higher.

After all, Ring Detonation lost a great deal of energy to the air as it detonated the rings.

The Ring Melting Qin Shiyuan had created instead kneaded together all the Soul Power within every Spirit Ring.

After Ring Melting, Qin Shiyuan's original Spirit Rings would not disappear.

Just like the Clear Sky Sect's Ring Detonation, they only needed some time to recover.

Such a powerful ability naturally had its flaws.

After using Ring Melting once, Qin Shiyuan would enter a weakened state for a short period, able to display less than thirty percent of his usual strength.

Furthermore, because the Spirit Rings had been melted, he naturally could not use soul skills either.

And now that he had brought out this move.

This sword strike would certainly be one into which he poured all his strength.

Soul Power throughout his body rapidly began to boil under Qin Shiyuan's control.

Like a pool of boiling water, it surged straight toward the eight Spirit Rings behind him.

"Sizzle, sizzle!"

Under the scorching Soul Power, the Spirit Rings seemed to become solid ice that had endured for ages without melting.

Yet amid the sizzling sounds, they rapidly melted bit by bit into liquid, completely blending with the Soul Power.

Purple, dark purple, dark red, bright red...

As one Spirit Ring after another continuously merged into it, Qin Shiyuan's Soul Power gradually changed from colorless to vivid.

When the final Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring completely melted as well, his Soul Power had become as thick and scarlet as blood.

"Still not enough!"

Looking at the Soul Power that remained thin and loose, a trace of obsessive fervor had already appeared in Qin Shiyuan's eyes.

He controlled the mass of scarlet Soul Power and rapidly directed it toward the space between his palms.

"Condense!"

With an angry roar, veins of every size bulged across his hands.

Immediately afterward, Qin Shiyuan suddenly exerted force with both palms, and the mass of Soul Power wrapped between them slowly began to contract and converge.

Several breaths later, the originally flowing liquid gradually solidified and shrank.

The scarlet Soul Power began to darken, and its flow slowed gradually due to its increasing viscosity.

When the final trace of its liquid characteristics vanished, the transformation from liquid to solid had quietly been completed.

In the end, that enormous mass of Soul Power had become only a thumb-sized, dark diamond-shaped crystal in his palm.

"I'll call you... a Soul Crystal!"

Qin Shiyuan curled his lips into a smile and suspended the Soul Crystal above the hilt of the Golden Longsword.

The instant he released it, a recessed slot automatically appeared on the hilt below.

"Click!"

As if drawn by some force, the Soul Crystal accelerated in midair and accurately fell into the small golden recess.

The two fused together seamlessly in an instant, as though the golden Longsword had been adorned with an ultimate shade of black.

Its nobility now carried several more hints of depth and mystery.

"Hum! Hum!! Hummm!!!"

The three progressively intensifying hums were like three escalating variations, making the hearts of Bibi Dong and the others rise with them.

Yet the sword hidden in the sheath did not erupt with an even more powerful aura, as Bibi Dong had expected.

As black light flowed across the surface of the Soul Crystal, the Soul Power fluctuations it had previously emitted were instead gradually drawn back in.

Until, at last, the sword in Qin Shiyuan's hand no longer carried the slightest aura.

It seemed like an object forged from ordinary iron, completely devoid of Soul Power and ordinary beyond compare.

But after witnessing Qin Shiyuan's series of actions, the more this was the case, the more uneasy Bibi Dong became.

She would rather face a raging storm, because the calm before the storm was far more terrifying.

Why was there calm before a storm?

Because all its power was concentrated upon its edge, without wasting even the slightest bit.

Just like now, all the energy from before... had gathered into the sword strike Bibi Dong and the others were about to face!

As he lightly rested his hand on the hilt, the dark Soul Crystal flickered faintly as though responding to him.

Although Qin Shiyuan's face had turned somewhat pale from the excessive expenditure.

Beneath those sword-like brows, his eyes shone exceptionally brightly.

He parted his cracked lips as though with great difficulty, yet the voice that emerged from his throat was filled with anticipation and excitement.

"Flowers intoxicate three thousand guests in the hall; one sword frost-colds Fourteen States!"

"Ha ha ha! Qin's sword has been unleashed. Everyone of Spirit Hall, savor it well!"

"This sword is called—Fourteen States!"

There was something to take care of at home today, so the second chapter will be later.