Furious Slaying of the Spirit Emperor

"The Liu Family truly is overbearing. Then let me see just how capable you are!" Qin Yuan's gaze turned cold as a ten-thousand-year spirit ring materialized beneath his feet.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!" He deliberately raised his voice to mislead his opponent.

Liu Chen froze, realizing something was terribly wrong, and moved to retreat.

But Qin Yuan only had fifty-fourth-level soul power—how could he possess a Martial Soul True Body?

This was merely his fifth soul skill.

His Battle Saber Martial Soul bathed in flames as he closed in, taking advantage of the opponent's moment of hesitation to land a blade on his thigh.

The Liu Family's inherited martial soul was the Leopard Cat. An injury to the leg would severely hamper its speed.

"Damn it, you tricked me!" Liu Chen roared in fury, preparing to counterattack.

Yet Qin Yuan's blade technique was seamless, his combat pressure overwhelming.

That brief moment of hesitation had thrown Liu Chen into great passivity, and he couldn't break free for now.

Liu Chen was only a low-level Spirit Emperor, while Qin Yuan was among the best of Soul Kings. With the advantage in hand, how could he let Liu Chen escape so easily?

He unleashed dozens of slashes in succession, the blade light lingering long, weaving into a massive net that sealed off Liu Chen's escape routes.

Amid the flashing blades and clashing shadows, multiple wounds were carved into Liu Chen's body, with the leg injury being especially severe—as if struck at his vital point.

Seeing the tide of defeat growing, Liu Chen was astonished.

At the same time, he grew even more certain that Qin Yuan must come from a major power.

He had seen many soul masters with blade-type martial souls, but one with such exquisite blade technique as Qin Yuan's was a first.

Cultivation methods were always passed down only by great powers!

But so what? He was a Spirit Emperor—how could he easily lose to a mere Soul King!

"Sixth Soul Skill, Leopard Shadow Throat Claw."

Vast soul power condensed in his palm as sharp claws extended from his fingertips.

Because his right leg was severely injured, affecting his mobility, losing the support of one leg diminished the power of his sixth soul skill, but it was still not to be underestimated.

Qin Yuan, at a disadvantage in soul power level, wouldn't clash head-on. He sidestepped to avoid the strike.

After retreating a dozen paces, he quickly steadied himself, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth: "Used to a life of ease and comfort, and this is all you've got?"

The Liu Family had lorded over Silvis City for years, with their high-ranking members rarely having a chance to fight.

A soul master's combat ability relied on extensive practical experience. In this regard, Liu Chen was far inferior to Qin Yuan, who lived on the edge of the blade.

Moreover, Liu Chen was no longer young. It was clear his original soul power level had been no lower than sixty-fifth, but due to his advanced age, it had dropped significantly, and he couldn't bring his full strength to bear.

Liu Chen gasped for breath. The sharp pain from his right leg made him involuntarily grimace, his breathing growing ragged: "Kid, trying to beat an old master with wild punches? You're not qualified! A Spirit Emperor is always a Spirit Emperor—not something a Soul King like you can shake!"

After venting, his right leg went completely numb.

With age, wounds healed slowly. Blood gushed like a spring, and if this continued, he would bleed out and die.

In contrast, Qin Yuan did have injuries, but under Ye Lingling's healing, they were restored in an instant.

Liu Chen didn't dare drag the battle into a war of attrition. He wanted to treat his wounds first, then fight again.

But don't forget—this was a life-and-death battlefield. Why would Qin Yuan, out of some gentlemanly respect for the elderly, give him a chance to catch his breath?

"Fourth Soul Skill, Earth Splitting Chop!"

Qin Yuan gripped the saber hilt with both hands, raised the blade, and brought it down fiercely.

The blade qi carved a trench across the ground, its power undiminished.

Liu Chen struggled to cope, dragging his injured right leg as he threw himself aside, barely dodging the blade qi's attack.

Qin Yuan pressed on relentlessly, closing in once more.

By now, Liu Chen was like a badly wounded tiger—his ferocity and savagery undimmed in his heart, but his body could no longer sustain high-intensity combat. He kept swinging his claws, putting up a final resistance.

The eastern sky began to pale, sunlight slowly spilling across the land.

A golden halo rose through the thin mist lingering in the woods.

A starved camel was still bigger than a horse. Qin Yuan was merely an ordinary soul master with slightly better talent; killing a Spirit Emperor above his level had taken considerable effort.

After nearly half an hour of grueling battle, Qin Yuan finally severed Liu Chen's head. Blood sprayed, mingling with the mist, turning a pale red under the sunlight.

Qin Yuan gasped heavily for air, but he couldn't rest yet.

The commotion of battle and the scent of blood would soon draw the attention of other strong fighters. If the Liu Family's main force arrived, they wouldn't be able to escape.

Qin Yuan grabbed Ye Lingling with one hand and quickly vanished into the thinning mist.

Not far away, a pair of eyes watched the two leave.

This man was the Yao Family Patriarch, a Spirit Saint in strength.

He had never intended to pursue Qin Yuan and the others; he was purely out to cause trouble for the Liu Family.

The Liu Family traitor was someone he had recommended to the Martial Soul Hall. He had planned to protect him at the right moment, but he never expected that Liu Chen, who was in pursuit, would be killed by Qin Yuan along the way.

The strength Qin Yuan had displayed only reinforced his conviction that the other party's origins were no ordinary matter.

Furthermore, the Liu Family had spent a long time trying to win Ye Lingling over without ever getting her to budge. If Qin Yuan didn't carry some crucial token of trust on him, how could Ye Lingling have agreed to leave with him?

The Yao Family Patriarch stopped overthinking and instead remained where he was, waiting for the Liu Family members to catch up so he could cover for Qin Yuan and the other.

Of course, the Yao Patriarch had to admit that Qin Yuan's plan was both clever and bold.

In unfamiliar territory, he dared to use the Yao Family to hold back the Liu Family.

What's more, the Yao Family had taken the bait on their own.

With such a clear-headed mind, if he could become the Yao Family's son-in-law, the clan would have a worthy successor.

With the Liu Family threat gone, the rest of the journey was much smoother.

Their target wasn't conspicuous, so to play it safe, Qin Yuan chose to take the main road, where they encountered almost no bandits.

Inside Heaven Dou City.

More than two months had passed since Ning Rongrong had obtained her first Spirit Ring.

Her current state of mind was like a kindergartener longing for elementary school life—only to realize once they got there how good kindergarten had been.

Having become a true Spirit Master, Ning Rongrong inevitably had to undergo training in that field.

Whether it was theoretical courses or practical combat lessons, she couldn't muster any interest. On the contrary, the long hours of study had bred a strong resistance in her.

Having finally managed to sneak out once, she suddenly realized she didn't even have a friend to talk to.

As the young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the future heir of the sect, anyone who approached her was bound to have strong ulterior motives.

For her safety, Ning Rongrong had always lived in the cocoon Ning Fengzhi had carefully woven for her. Almost everyone she spoke to were guards arranged by Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Rongrong's face was full of dejection as she wandered aimlessly through the streets of Heaven Dou City like a headless fly.

Without realizing it, she found herself in front of a shop.

This was a shop belonging to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but not long ago, her father had gifted it to the Golden Saber Squad.

Ning Rongrong raised an eyebrow, inexplicably finding the Golden Saber Squad's Qin Yuan quite interesting.

Right now, she just wanted to talk to Qin Yuan to ease her restless mood.