Supreme Treasures Unleashed: Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, Heart-Piercing Lock!

Lin Changqing gave a soft snort. He had no intention of giving the little chick a chance to catch its breath.

The blood-red energy inside him was already below thirty percent. Any delay could bring unforeseen complications; this was no time to hesitate.

The spear flew from his hand once more, hurtling toward the Golden Condor.

Only then did Ao Ying, who had been relying on her Wind-and-Rain divine ability to shield herself, slowly open her eyes.

The world, which had just been swept by countless gusts of astral wind, fell silent in an instant.

The surrounding mountains and land had long since been reduced to a shattered wasteland. The mountaintop beneath her feet jutted up abruptly, standing a good twenty or thirty zhang above the ground.

The hundred-meter-high cliff had not risen up. It was a section of land that had been shielded along with Ao Ying by the wind, clouds, and thunder moments ago.

The entire landscape had been sheared down by twenty or thirty zhang!

And this wasn't just one mountain. It was a whole range, an expanse of mountains and land stretching for ten thousand li!

Within that vast area, there was no question of lives being devastated—there wasn't a single living creature left!

Only beyond those ten thousand li did countless ravines appear, tearing through the land and leaving utter ruin behind.

What had just happened?

Ao Ying didn't know, but she was utterly shaken.

She looked up, and what she saw was even more shocking.

The Golden Condor Demon King, who had easily fended her off and driven her into a desperate flight without ever using his full strength—

Now, after fighting with all his might, he was wounded again!

One eye had been gouged out, and the wound at its corner cut deep to the bone, stretching all the way to his wing. Then...

Ao Ying's pupils contracted. Her eyes were fixed on the Golden Condor in utter disbelief.

A hole a hundred zhang wide had appeared in the Golden Condor Demon King's wing!

This...

The Golden Condor Demon King, a mid-Golden Immortal who had roamed the Primordial World unchecked, had been gravely wounded by a human—a Mystic Immortal human!

Staring at the scene before her in disbelief, Ao Ying didn't even have time to feel relief at having survived. Her gaze remained fixed on the Nine Heavens.

She saw Lin Changqing's spear fly from his hand once more, striking toward the Golden Condor Demon King.

That human was attacking again. He actually wanted to kill the Golden Condor Demon King!

A Mystic Immortal, killing a mid-Golden Immortal!

Hiss!

A sharp intake of breath rang out across the mountaintop. Even Ao Ying, a member of the Dragon Clan, couldn't believe her own eyes.

But the one who found the scene even harder to believe was the Golden Condor high in the sky.

He had actually lost—to an ant of a Mystic Immortal.

To a human he had regarded as prey, a creature barely worth more than a mouthful.

He couldn't believe it, yet he had no choice but to. He was unwilling to accept it, but a chill had settled deep in his heart!

His divine ability had been broken. His beak, hard as iron and one of his greatest assets in roaming the Primordial World, had been pierced straight through!

His wing was gravely injured, with a huge chunk torn away. Now the spear was coming at him, and a deadly sense of danger rose in his heart.

Flee!

He had to flee. If he didn't, he would die here!

Casting aside all pride in his mid-Golden Immortal status, the Golden Condor suppressed the blood-red light still raging through his wounds. With a flap of his wings, he became a streak of golden lightning and shot toward the distant reaches of the Primordial World.

"Damn it!"

Lin Changqing watched the Golden Condor flee and ground his teeth in frustration.

This was exactly what he had feared.

As a winged creature, the Golden Condor Demon King was among the fastest of all Golden Immortals, and all the more so because he controlled the power of astral wind.

That was why Lin Changqing, unable to kill him outright and seeing him evade his fatal strike, had chosen to shatter one of his wings.

Even so, the Golden Condor was still astonishingly fast. There was no stopping him.

Lin Changqing's gaze turned icy as he watched the Golden Condor.

His cultivation was the problem. Even his defense relied on enduring attacks with the energy of the Divine Demon, while his strongest offensive ability was the Spear of Divine Demons.

But if he gave chase now, Lin Changqing would never catch up.

There was no helping it. He could only reveal another trump card.

That was why Lin Changqing was so frustrated.

A trump card was most threatening when kept hidden. Once used, its power as a threat diminished greatly.

A small silver lock appeared in Lin Changqing's hand. Countless strands of the Divine Demon's energy poured into it in an instant.

Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, Heart-Piercing Lock!

This was a treasure Tongtian had bestowed upon him, acquired from the Treasure Distribution Rock, where the Dao Ancestor had granted it. It was one of the most powerful killing treasures in the Primordial World.

He had been forced to use such a treasure. Lin Changqing was even more frustrated with the Golden Condor's cowardice.

So what if he died? As a demon of the Primordial World, the Golden Condor didn't have an ounce of courage.

But when the Golden Condor fled, Lin Changqing had no choice but to play this trump card.

If the Golden Condor survived, he would be a source of endless trouble.

After all, he was a renowned Golden Immortal demon in the Primordial World. He might know one or two other demons, and if they joined forces to come after Lin Changqing, things would get difficult.

Of course, Lin Changqing wasn't too worried about them targeting him. He was about to break through to Golden Immortal, and then it would be anyone's guess who would come out on top.

But Lin Changqing was a human. The Golden Condor might take out his anger on the human race.

So he couldn't let this great demon escape.

The divine runes on the Heart-Piercing Lock in his hand activated, and the Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure gleamed.

Heavenly treasures were divided into acquired and innate treasures, and innate treasures were further divided into four grades: lower, middle, upper, and supreme.

The difference lay in the innate restrictions within them: nine, eighteen, twenty-seven, and thirty-six, respectively.

Beyond Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures were Innate Supreme Treasures, which contained a full forty-nine innate restrictions—just one short of the perfect number of fifty.

The process of wielding a spiritual treasure was the process of refining its restrictions. The first ones were relatively easy to refine, but each one became harder than the last.

The Heart-Piercing Lock in Lin Changqing's hand had thirty-six innate restrictions.

The treasure was powerful, but Lin Changqing's cultivation was simply too weak. At the Mystic Immortal level, even after a thousand years of refinement, he had only just refined the fourth restriction.

But even that was enough!

Four divine runes within the Heart-Piercing Lock activated. The boundless, surging energy of the Divine Demon poured into them in an instant, yet it only filled half of the runes.

The better the treasure, the more magical energy it consumed.

The Heart-Piercing Lock, with four divine runes unlocked, already wielded power beyond what a Mystic Immortal could control. Lin Changqing's strength was drained from his body. The blood-red scales covering him faded away, while the images of the Divine Demon within his three thousand six hundred acupoints sat cross-legged in unison, rapidly recovering.

The Heart-Piercing Lock, meanwhile, transformed into a streak of light and vanished in an instant.

A streak of light, far faster than the blood-red beams from before, shot rapidly toward the horizon.

Its light was concealed. Unless someone was looking for it, they wouldn't be able to see it at all.

If the Golden Condor had been uninjured and at full strength, he might have escaped through sheer speed.

But now, it was impossible!

In a flash, the streak of light caught up with the Golden Condor.

The Heart-Piercing Lock's razor-sharp killing aura erupted in an instant, tearing through the heavens. Even the rock-solid space of the Primordial World shuddered slightly!

"No! Impossible! Who are you? How can you possess such a terrifying spiritual treasure?!"

"Damn it! You're not human! Who are you?!"

Frightened roars echoed from afar, but Lin Changqing had no intention of waiting to hear them out.

His strength was completely spent. He wasn't quite at the end of his rope, but he couldn't afford to waste any time.

He formed a hand seal. The streak of light accelerated even further, and in an instant it pierced through the Golden Condor's rock-hard beak and straight through his skull, spraying a burst of blood.

Mid-Golden Immortal—dead!