Stellar Transformations: Qin Yu's Older Brother Gets Tenfold Returns!
Chapter 42

Clash and slaughter

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Behind Yin Wuque, a black-robed elder at Half-step Nascent Soul laughed viciously and stepped forward.

"Junior, when you're reborn in your next life, remember to open your eyes!"

The elder thrust out his withered claw of a hand. In an instant, a massive ghost claw spanning ten zhang, formed from black Profound Water, condensed in the air and snatched down at Qin Chen's head with an ear-piercing whistle. This Profound Water was incomparably heavy, a single drop weighing a thousand jin. The power of this claw was enough to crush a small mountain to dust.

Facing this blow that bore down like Mount Tai, Qin Chen neither retreated nor even summoned a magical treasure.

He merely raised his right fist slowly.

Within his body, five motes of Micro Star-Dust, including those at his Shanzhong and Sea of Qi points, roared into motion at that moment. Brilliant dark-gold starlight surged wildly through his meridians into his right arm.

"Scram."

Qin Chen threw a punch.

There were no flashy spells, only physical strength of the utmost purity and overwhelming dominance!

Boom-!!!

The instant his fist met the black ghost claw, time seemed to stop for one ten-thousandth of a second. Then, before Qin Chen's fist, the Profound Water ghost claw, powerful enough to crush a Supreme-grade Spirit Artifact, exploded like fragile tofu into a skyful of black rain!

"What?!" The vicious grin on Elder Li's face froze instantly, his eyes widening.

But the force of Qin Chen's punch did not pause in the slightest. After shattering the ghost claw, that terrifying power, sweeping through all resistance like rotten wood, became a visible white column of air. It crossed dozens of zhang in an instant and slammed into Elder Li's chest.

Bang!

A tremendous, muffled impact rang out.

Before Elder Li could even scream, his Half-step Nascent Soul body, tempered with countless natural treasures, burst into a cloud of crimson blood mist beneath that single punch!

Even the Golden Core within his body was ground to dust by the raging Star Force!

One punch, an instant kill of a Half-step Nascent Soul cultivator!

The entire cave abode instantly fell into deathly silence.

The arrogance froze on Yin Wuque's face. The white-robed swordsman's sword hand trembled slightly, while the one-armed elder carrying a sword case on his back had his pupils contract sharply, as though facing a formidable enemy.

"This... how is this possible? What kind of monster are you?!" Yin Wuque staggered backward in fright, his voice changing pitch. A thirteen-year-old boy had blown apart a Half-step Nascent Soul cultivator with one punch. It utterly overturned everything he knew!

"Attack together! There's something strange about this brat. He's definitely no ordinary early Golden Core stage cultivator. He must be an old monster hiding his cultivation!" the one-armed elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect shouted, and the sword case on his back burst apart.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Nine flying swords emanating the fluctuations of Supreme-grade Spirit Artifacts shot skyward, forming an absolute slaughter sword formation. Bearing terrifying sword intent that tore through the void, they swept toward Qin Chen to shred him.

At the same time, the Blackwater Palace's remaining Half-step Nascent Soul elder frantically channeled his true essence and summoned a black treasured mirror, firing a beam of Netherworld Profound Light capable of freezing the soul.

"Noise."

Qin Chen's gaze was icy, his killing intent laid bare.

The Primordial Ancestral Dragon Art erupted!

"Roar-"

Accompanied by a Dragon Roar that shook the nine heavens, fine dark-gold Dragon Scales appeared across Qin Chen's body. He became a streak of golden lightning, advancing rather than retreating and charging straight into the sword formation sweeping toward him!

"You court death! You dare withstand my Nine Palaces Absolute Slaughter Sword Formation with your flesh alone..." The one-armed elder sneered.

Yet the very next second, his sneer froze on his face.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Qin Chen rampaged through the sword formation, letting those supreme-grade flying swords slash his body. Yet they could only leave white marks on his dark-gold Dragon Scales and scatter dazzling sparks, unable to hurt him in the slightest!

"Shatter!"

Qin Chen thrust out both hands and actually seized two incoming supreme-grade flying swords barehanded. Beneath the one-armed elder's utterly horrified gaze, Qin Chen abruptly exerted strength with both hands.

Crack! Crack!

He forcibly snapped the two supreme-grade flying swords!

"Pfft!" With his life-bound flying swords destroyed, the one-armed elder spewed a mouthful of blood, his aura weakening instantly.

"Run! Hurry, run! He isn't human! He's a primordial savage beast wearing human skin!" The one-armed elder was utterly terrified. Grabbing the white-robed swordsman beside him, he prepared to flee using the Blood Escape Technique.

"Since you've come, all of you can stay."

Qin Chen's cold voice rang in their ears.

His figure flashed, and he instantly appeared before the Blackwater Palace elder. A whipping kick lashed out like a divine dragon sweeping its tail, smashing both the elder and the treasured mirror in his hands to pieces.

Immediately afterward, Qin Chen curled his right hand into a claw and clenched it fiercely toward the one-armed elder and white-robed swordsman preparing to flee in the distance.

"Condense a sword in the void. Slash!"

Dark-gold true essence condensed in midair into a massive dragon-shaped sword dozens of zhang long. Bearing a domineering will to sever everything, it slashed down.

"No-"

The one-armed elder let out a despairing roar and summoned every defensive magical treasure he had with all his might. Yet before that dragon-shaped sword, every defense was as flimsy as paper.

Shhk!

A sword swept past.

The bodies of the one-armed elder and the white-robed swordsman instantly stiffened. Then a bloody line split open from each man's brow, and both were cleaved neatly in half, their corpses falling limply to the ground.

In fewer than ten breaths.

Of the formidable lineup from the two top powers, only the Blackwater Palace's young master, Yin Wuque, remained alone.

Thud.

Yin Wuque's legs gave way, and he dropped straight to his knees. A patch of foul-smelling yellow liquid seeped through his crotch. Watching Qin Chen approach slowly like a demonic god, he was frightened out of his wits and frantically kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"Don't... don't kill me! I'm the Blackwater Palace's young master! My father is a mighty mid Nascent Soul stage cultivator! If you kill me, the Blackwater Palace will never let you off! As long as you spare me, I'll give you anything you want-spirit stones, magical treasures, women..."

Qin Chen walked up to him and looked down at him, without the slightest pity in his eyes.

"If I kill you, your things will still be mine."

As his words fell, Qin Chen pointed a finger. A dark-gold beam of finger light instantly pierced Yin Wuque's brow.

Yin Wuque's eyes remained wide with endless regret and terror as he fell backward.

Expressionless, Qin Chen swept his broad sleeve, collecting all the Storage Rings and scattered fragments of magical treasures from the ground. Then, without so much as glancing at the corpses, he turned toward the tightly shut bronze doors, preparing to truly enter the cave abode's core area.

At the same time.

Millions of li from the Blood Reef Sea, in the inner reaches of the Chaotic Star Sea.

Within a magnificent palace built in a deep-sea abyss-the Blackwater Palace.

"Crack!"

A crisp shattering sound suddenly came from the Ancestral Hall, where the life-bound Soul Slips of the sect's core members were enshrined.

The elder responsible for guarding the Ancestral Hall raised his head carelessly. Yet when he saw which Soul Slip had shattered, he felt as though struck by lightning, his face instantly turning as white as paper.

Three characters were unmistakably engraved upon that Soul Slip-Yin Wuque!

"The... the young master has fallen?!"

The elder let out a shrill scream and scrambled out of the Ancestral Hall.

A moment later, an utterly terrifying pressure at the mid Nascent Soul stage erupted skyward from the deepest reaches of the Blackwater Palace like an exploding volcano!

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