Asura Mad Emperor

"Pu?!"

The voices of Ye Xuanji and his companion were soft, but everyone present was of Holy's Realm, Great Saint, or even Supreme Saint Level strength, so their conversation was clearly heard by all.

The crowd was incensed,

"Brat, aren't you taking us too lightly? At the very least, we are in Holy's Realm. Just with a flick of our fingers, any of us could suppress you, a mere early-stage cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm."

A cultivator sneered and mocked.

"This guy is too arrogant. Second Elder, step aside and let see how Ye brother captures him." Ye Feng, who had first jumped out to show his loyalty, now took the lead in stepping forward again.

"Shh!"

Ye Feng was a loose cultivator. His eagerness in dealing with Qinchuan was also to win favor with the Flame Phoenix Holy Sect, and even better if he could choose a magic artifact from the sect.

He stretched out his arm, his hands formed into claws, and grabbed at Qinchuan, bringing with him a bone-scraping Gang Wind.

His arms shone brilliantly, wearing iron gauntlets that looked like steel, and the fingertips flashed with a green glow. Being a poison cultivator, his magic artifact was coated with a poison potent enough to kill even Supreme Saint Experts.

Qinchuan stood there; he made no move.

To this situation, Ye Xuanji, Ji Huo'er, Ling Xian'er, and the others were already accustomed. Qinchuan was powerful, and they were not worried at all.

Yet, Ye Shiyi was somewhat anxious. Although he was just entering the Tempering Body Realm, he could clearly feel that the aura of the cultivator opposite him was countless times stronger than Qinchuan's.

If compared, it was like the gap between fireflies and the bright moon.

Ye Shiyi's face turned deathly pale—partly from worry for Qinchuan, and partly because the opponent's strong aura oppressed him so much that he was almost unable to breathe.

"Don't worry, the Young Master's strength is beyond your imagination."

Ye Xuanji released his aura, enveloping Ye Shiyi, Ji Huo'er, and the others within it.

Ye Feng's gaze was icy cold. Not only was his opponent arrogant, thinking he could challenge those of Holy's Realm while in the Dragon Transformation Realm, but he also disregarded himself completely, even as he struck with all his might—a sign that the youngster didn't take him seriously at all.

His killing intent was overwhelming, and the green gleam on his magic artifact became even more resplendent; the terrifying poison tore through the void, diffusing a faint toxin into the air.

"Hmph, you're just a kid in the Dragon Transformation Realm. Even if you're strong, I don't believe you can be my match!" he naturally heard Ye Xuanji's words too.

Not only did Qinchuan look down upon him, but Ye Xuanji and the others did as well.

After all, Ye Feng was a Great Saint Expert. Such prowess allowed him to dominate this region, where even other Saints would have to greet him respectfully let alone a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator.

The fact that he was now underestimated by both Qinchuan and Ye Xuanji naturally left him indignant.

All that remained in his mind was the thought to kill Qinchuan with Thunderous Force.

His magic artifact was already in front of Qinchuan, less than three feet away. The green poison spread rapidly, and the ribbon-like poison fog was about to engulf Qinchuan.

"Foolish boy, die!"

Ye Feng sneered coldly; the green glow on his magic artifact surged, rushing toward Qinchuan's forehead, aiming to tear apart his Spiritual Platform.

"Is this guy just too slow to react to Ye Feng's fast moves, or has he been scared stiff?"

"With such a short distance and Qinchuan still not making a move, even two experts of the same realm wouldn't dare to be so complacent, let alone him who is two major realms lower than his opponent."

At that moment, Qinchuan's forehead split open, and a horrifying golden radiance shot out from within.

"Suppress!"

Brilliant gold light erupted from his forehead; the golden path was like a vast ocean, with towering waves crashing ashore, instantly engulfing Ye Feng.

Ye Feng met his demise.

In just an encounter, Ye Feng was suppressed and killed.

"How... How is it possible?"

"Impossible, I am a Great Saint Expert, you can't possibly be my match. What despicable means have you used?"

Ye Feng's crystalline True Spirit floated out, his face contorted in horror as he looked at Qinchuan, screaming in disbelief.

"Noise. I have said you are not my match," Qinchuan's eyes emitted a sharp light, tearing apart Ye Feng's True Spirit; the world returned to silence.

"What?!"

All hearts chilled, and a sense of terror gripped everyone. Only now did they take a fresh look at Qinchuan, and the way they looked at him changed.

"How can this lad's divine soul technique be so powerful?"

At a distance, the Second Elder was filled with uncertain astonishment. He had clearly seen that it was the youth's powerful divine soul technique that had slain Ye Feng.

This small world's activation of the formation had long since cut off any connection with the outside world, so not even the terrifying demonic and ghostly qi could seep out. Its effect was similar to when he had been in the boundless Hell's Great Formation.

Therefore, Qinchuan could use his divine soul here without any inhibition, without worrying that those with ulterior motives could detect him.

"You all, come at me together, I don't want to waste time," Qinchuan said, glancing sideways at the distant Second Elder and his group, his tone calm.

His voice was ice-cold, and although he was only an early-stage cultivator of the Dragon Transformation Realm, everyone inexplicably felt a wave of fear strike their hearts.

"Arrogant, way too arrogant!" The crowd was enraged.

"Kill!"

"Everyone, strike together. This kid has a divine soul supreme treasure on him. Be careful to protect your spiritual platforms. Even if his divine soul magic artifact is strong, he can't possibly deal with so many of us at the same time!"

The Second Elder shouted angrily, as the golden light from the center of Qinchuan's forehead was too eerie and overwhelmingly powerful. He had always been cautious and urged loudly.

The rest of the cultivators took action, shielding their own spiritual platforms, conjuring divine skills in their palms, and heading towards Qinchuan.

"Hmph, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot," Qinchuan snorted coldly. Immediately, his forehead split completely open, a golden aura of the great dao burst forth ceaselessly, and in the void, his colossal magic body condensed.

"Qi Sha Qiankun Art!"

These few words escaped from Qinchuan's mouth.

The next moment, the skies changed color. It was already as dark as hell, but now it became completely black.

Qinchuan's magic body emitted dazzling light, and divine brilliance burst forth with flashing lightning and rolling thunder.

Subsequently, numerous thunder blades emerged between heaven and earth, aiming for the soul of the Second Elder and his companions.

The Qi Sha Qiankun Art was his signature technique from his previous life. It was invincible among those of the same realm, and what more, Qinchuan's soul was now many times stronger than anyone else's.

"This is not a divine soul supreme treasure, this is a divine soul supernatural power!"

When the Qi Sha Qiankun Art was deployed, all hearts trembled.

"Ah..."

Before they could ponder further, the overwhelming thunder blades fell, directly slashing at people's souls.

Screams filled the air.

Countless saints perished in an instant.

With people continuously being cut down, within the span of a breath, everyone around fell to the thunder blades and perished.

The Second Elder looked around and realized he had become the sole survivor.

"This... this... what kind of supernatural power is this? Who are you, and why is your divine soul so powerful?"

The Second Elder's eyebrows twitched, fear setting into his heart. He realized it was not that Qinchuan was carrying a divine soul magic artifact; rather, Qinchuan's soul was incomparably powerful.

"You don't deserve to know."

Qinchuan's voice was as cold as ice, and his powerful Art of the Divine Soul slashed towards the Second Elder.

"Run!"

The Second Elder trembled with fear, immediately sensing that this terrifying divine soul technique would shred him.

But the next moment, he felt an acute pain in his soul, and immediately, he lost consciousness. His true spirit hardly had the chance to float away before it was completely obliterated.

The Second Elder of the Flame Phoenix Holy Sect, once so full of life and vigor, thus perished.