Asura Mad Emperor

At this moment, Elder Zhong watched Qinchuan with a look of shocked uncertainty.

The 'forty-nine years' Qinchuan had casually mentioned just now was not understood by others, but he knew what it meant.

Around the Burning Heaven Sect, they had set up the Seven Stars Slashing God Formation, which required forty-nine years to completely draw away the other's soul.

Since Netherworld Hall had set up the Great Formation, it had been exactly forty-nine years to this day.

"Could it be that the old ancestor of Burning Heaven has already noticed our formation? Chi Hai, that old thing, has not been slain yet!"

But he immediately shook his head, thinking, "Regardless of whether this old fellow knows or not, with two Quasi-Emperors here now, he wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble."

Another Quasi-Emperor's voice rang out at this time.

"Elder Zhong, since we have a prior agreement, let's join forces to crush this ant before we say anything else."

"Good!" Elder Zhong nodded without changing his expression.

The two Quasi-Emperors exchanged glances and, at the same time, their palms turned over—one black as ink and the other glittering gold—as they sent palm imprints towards Qinchuan.

The mighty force of the Dao surged like the waves of a river and sea, tumultuously and ferociously—Imperial Might capable of plucking stars, reversing suns and moons.

In that instant, heaven and earth seemed to change color.

"Young Master Qin, careful—"

Although Chi Shan was in the late stage of the Supreme Saint Realm, in front of the two Quasi-Emperors, he was like an ant at the foot of a towering mountain—too high to see the summit. Even he couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

The remaining elders of the Burning Heaven Sect, whether it was Shi Hun, Lin Qingtian, and Yu Chiye, who had grudges against Qinchuan, or Jiang Yan, Lei Heng, and others who were on good terms with him, also shouted in unison.

"Elder Qin—"

Everyone called out together, with a rustling sound full of endless pity. In their eyes, Qinchuan's action was no different from courting death.

Yet Qinchuan showed not a hint of fear, which left everyone feeling sad and at the same time further admiring him.

Gong Hong, at this moment, was taking pleasure in his misfortune, his gaze full of hatred.

He had been mercilessly humiliated by Qinchuan on the day of the competition, and even his two brothers had their Dantians destroyed by Qinchuan, rendering them useless; he harbored a deep-seated hatred for Qinchuan.

"Little Qin Chuan, I'd like to see how arrogant you can be today, die!"

Those standing on the side of Jiuxiang Ancient Country shook their heads one after another.

"Really like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, looking for his own death!"

Qinchuan stood alone with his spear horizontally before him, his blue-black hair moving without wind, solitary and unwavering, fearless.

"Hmph, even if a Great Emperor comes, this young master wouldn't take it to heart, let alone you two thinking to kill me, what a daydream!"

He finished speaking, and with a move of his form, holding the long spear, he thrust valiantly towards the two Quasi-Emperors.

Under his command, the Minor Zhoutian Starry Sky Formation caused the Fire Spiritual Energy beneath Fusang Mountain to surge out in an instant, causing the earth to crack and split. From afar, the entire Fusang Mountain trembled incessantly, as if it would explode at any moment.

Guided by the formation, countless stars from the vast cosmos each emanated a sliver of stellar force, converging towards the summit of Fusang Mountain.

The Stellar Force, the Dao of Fusang Mountain, the Dao and its principles—all interwoven at the tip of Qinchuan's spear in an instant, shining with a dazzling brilliance. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

At this moment, Qinchuan was like a war god Asura; his blood-colored aura of killing intent billowing and dyeing the entire sky red. Dominating the Eight Desolates, wherever his gaze fell, all living beings crumbled.

Bolstered by the power of the Starry Sky Great Formation, Qinchuan moved with incredible speed, already surpassing the limit of the Quasi-Emperors to evade.

Qinchuan swung his blood-colored spear, carrying an air of unstoppable dominance, as he thrust it straight into the chests of the two Quasi-Emperors, one after the other.

As a dazzling starlight flickered, with a "puchi" sound, the two Quasi-Emperors' physical bodies were instantly shattered into fragments by Qinchuan's spear.

...

The battle between Qinchuan and the two Quasi-Emperors, shrouded in a haze of light and bursts of starlight, blocked everyone's sight, and no one could see clearly what happened. All they could see was a flash of light followed by a burst of a blood mist.

But when the dazzling starlight faded and the blood mist settled, everyone's gaze fixed upon an indistinct figure amidst their brows, where only the silhouette of a young man holding a long spear remained, without any sign of the two great Quasi-Emperors.

Silence!

A deathlike silence!

Whether it was the people from the Burning Heaven Sect or those from the Jiuxiang Ancient Country, at this moment all of them couldn't believe their eyes and rubbed them.

"Am I hallucinating?"

Ye He stood in the distance, staring dumbfounded at the figure standing amidst the blood fog, and suddenly slapped himself.

With a "smack," intense pain followed. Ye He shook his head again, took another look, and saw the figure becoming clearer.

If not Qinchuan, then who?

"Where are the two great Quasi-Emperors?"

"Where did the Quasi-Emperors go?"

Despite the incontrovertible truth, some still couldn't believe that the two great Quasi-Emperors had been slain by Qinchuan and asked dumbly.

Looking around, not a trace of Quasi-Emperor's aura was left, and at the same time, Qinchuan held two True Spirits in his hand, now visible to everyone, belonging to the two great Quasi-Emperors.

Only then did the crowd have no choice but to believe.

"The Quasi-Emperors, they've been slain by him—"

Contrary to the people of the Jiuxiang Ancient Country, the Burning Heaven Sect's followers were initially stunned.

After a long moment, when they regained their senses they were both shocked and overjoyed. Shocked at Qinchuan's strength, capable of slaying even Quasi-Emperors, and overjoyed that with Qinchuan's protection, their Burning Heaven Sect had safely made it through this great calamity, and even more so that their lives had been spared.

A joy of surviving a catastrophe welled up in their hearts. Although they did not fear death, who wouldn't want to live if they could?

"Elder Qin, truly formidable!"

"I originally thought slaying a Supreme Saint was his limit, but to think, not even Quasi-Emperors are a match for Elder Qin!"

"With Elder Qin, why should we worry that our Burning Heaven Sect cannot become powerful?"@@novelbin@@

Even Red Luan at this moment was shocked to the point of speechlessness, standing on Qinchuan's shoulder, her heart thumping with fear.

The aura Qinchuan had just released was truly too terrifying. Being in the formation, she had the most profound experience of it.

Unable to contain the fear in her heart, she flapped her wings against her chest, "My goodness, this kid is too terrifying! Fortunately, this lady submitted quickly enough back then, otherwise I'd definitely have met an end with my spirit utterly destroyed."

Qinchuan held the True Spirits of the two great Quasi-Emperors, as if holding two insignificant ants.

The two great Quasi-Emperors were still in a state of stupefaction at this point.

The two of them, Quasi-Emperors, had joined forces only to be slain by a cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm!

If spread, it would be laughable.

But now it had become a reality, they could not understand, how was this possible?

The black-robed elder was the first to react, his True Spirit displaying a ferocious expression and snarling, "You brat, you dare to commit regicide, do you know who I truly am?"

"Do you know my identity? Release me, and you might still have a chance to live. Otherwise, you will surely bring about your own death."

Qinchuan sneered, "At this point, you still dare to threaten me? Is your plan to anger me into dispersing your soul? Very well, I'll grant your wish."

After saying that, Qinchuan's hand transformed into a claw, grasping the Heavenly Spirit Cover of the black-robed Quasi-Emperor's True Spirit, and a continuous sucking force began to draw out.

Immediately, an agonizing pain from deep within the soul assaulted the elder, and despite being a Quasi-Emperor's soul, he couldn't suppress it and let out a heart-wrenching howl.

As Qinchuan's suction grew, wisps of black Spiritual Energy became visible to the naked eye, peeling away from the True Spirit.

With a flick of Qinchuan's hand, the black Spiritual Energy dispersed into the heavens and the earth.

"Such a feeble Binding Spirit Technique, and you still have the face to show it off!"