Slaying Holy Blood Again

Within the Karst Cave, golden light intertwined with Thunder Light, illuminating four figures facing off.

Qin Tian stood before the three of them, the Black Frost Blade slanted toward the ground. Purple-gold lightning coiled and slithered across its blade like spiritual serpents, hissing softly.

The Thunder Domain had silently spread around him. Countless fine arcs of lightning danced around his body, ionizing the air into a pale blue halo and making him look like a thunder god descended upon the world.

His calm gaze swept over the three of them. There was no killing intent in his eyes, no anger, not even any obvious emotional fluctuation—only calm, as still as a dead pool.

Yet it was precisely that calm that made the three people opposite him feel an indescribable pressure.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Osar's forehead. Fili unconsciously tightened her grip on her dagger. Even Salar, an Eighth-Order Holy Blood Asura, felt a trace of oppression.

How was that possible?

Salar was utterly astonished.

He was an Eighth-Order Holy Blood Asura, while Qin Tian, standing opposite him, was merely a Seventh-Order Psionic User—and not even one born of Holy Blood.

He knew Qin Tian was different from ordinary non-Holy Bloods.

This guy had killed Holy Blood opponents of the same rank and had once stormed into subspace alone to save people. But no matter how outstanding Qin Tian's talent was, being unrivaled among those of the same rank was already unbelievable. How could he possibly threaten a Holy Blood who was an entire rank above him?

Yet that momentary sense of oppression had been real.

Thinking back to what had just happened, Qin Tian had not only blocked his full-force Eighth-Order strike head-on, but had also nearly taken Osar and Fili's full-power attacks with his bare body, leaving