Asura Mad Emperor

Strands of black spiritual energy were being peeled from the True Spirit; Old Zhong's True Spirit had long been exhausted, his expression listless, on the verge of disintegration at any moment.

No longer was he as arrogant as before, but rather, he watched Qinchuan with trembling fear, "You... you... how could you know..."

This Binding Spirit Technique, like the Hundred Refinements Divine Art, was one of the supreme secret techniques of the Netherworld Hall.

This secret technique had no offensive power, nor did it provide cultivators with defense for their soul, but it had one great use.

In a common battle, if the physical body died and was destroyed, and the True Spirit was intact, the True Spirit would be absorbed by the Power of Reincarnation from the Underworld and be reincarnated.

But the Binding Spirit Technique could resist the pull of the Power of Reincarnation, allowing the True Spirit to remain in the human world for a year, seeking an opportunity for Body Snatching Rebirth.

Even if the True Spirit was shattered by the adversary, the Binding Spirit Technique could still guide the master's dispersed True Spirit back to the holy ground, where it would be nourished by time and coalesce into a complete True Spirit again.

The Binding Spirit Technique could be called a cultivator's second life; indeed, it was incredibly powerful. That's why Old Zhong had been so confident and fearless, even when his True Spirit was in someone else's grasp.

Years ago, when Qinchuan annihilated the Netherworld Hall, he had learned of such secret techniques. But by that time, Ling'er's True Spirit had already been absorbed by the Immortal Burial Site. Otherwise, if Ling'er had practiced such a secret technique, she would not have been separated from him by life and death.

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Just a moment ago, Qinchuan had acted, forcibly stripping away the Binding Spirit Silk trained via the Binding Spirit Technique from his True Spirit.

Regardless of how Qinchuan came to know the Binding Spirit Technique, such a method was unheard of for Old Zhong.

How immensely powerful must the Power of the Divine Soul be to pick and forcibly peel off each strand of Binding Spirit Silk, which was blended with his True Spirit?

Qinchuan sneered, "Never mind the Binding Spirit Technique or the Hundred Refinements Divine Art, even the remaining four of the six great secret methods and the five great Supreme Treasures of your Netherworld Hall, this young master knows them all thoroughly, including their counters. What's so peculiar about stripping a few Binding Spirit Silks?"

"You... you... just who are you?" Old Zhong's pale face went through another huge change, staring at Qinchuan with horror.

This Qinchuan was definitely not an ordinary cultivator, and it was impossible for him to be truly in the Meridian Opening Realm.

Many years ago, their Netherworld Hall indeed had five great Supreme Treasures and six great secret methods. But years ago, the hall suffered an unprecedented catastrophe; it was destroyed overnight by a mysterious figure.

And only because the young hall master was hidden in a secret room at that time did he survive and the lineage of the Netherworld hall could continue to exist.

However, after that battle, the Netherworld Hall suffered greatly; of the six secret techniques, only three remained, and the five great Supreme Treasures were scattered across the Divine Wilderness Continent. The hall had remained in hiding for countless years, searching, and they had only managed to retrieve one of the treasures so far.

Thus, the talk of the six great secret methods and five great Supreme Treasures had long ceased within the hall, and only a very few in the world still knew of it. He, as a Quasi-Emperor, was only aware of this, so where did Qinchuan learn of these things if he wasn't from the hall?

Compared to Qinchuan's ability to suppress them effortlessly, the shock of him being so knowledgeable about the secrets of the Netherworld Hall was even greater.

"Could this boy be a Great Emperor, having concealed his Qi?" Old Zhong thought instantly; the Burning Heaven Sect had once been an Imperial Dao Sect, and it was not impossible for them to have a Great Emperor.

But then he shook his head again. The emergence of a Great Emperor would startle the world; he couldn't possibly be unaware of it, and this Qinchuan was clearly just a teenager around fifteen or sixteen years old—it was impossible for him to be a Great Emperor!

Yet, with a move he wielded the Thunderous Force, dominantly suppressing two Quasi-Emperors. Other than the legendary Great Emperor, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

At this point, Qinchuan's identity had become a mystery in his heart.

Qinchuan, seeing their confusion, chuckled softly, "Heh, it seems you've forgotten the name of the person who annihilated the Netherworld Hall all those years ago."

Upon hearing this, Old Zhong's True Spirit violently trembled, his pupils suddenly dilated with disbelief, and he stuttered, "You... you... are you that person from back then?"

The elder only knew that the mysterious person who had obliterated Netherworld Hall years ago had the surname Qin and was nicknamed Qin Asura, but he never knew the other's real name.

At this moment, having heard Qinchuan say so and recalling that Qinchuan also bore the surname Qin, he couldn't help but gasp, his heart racing uncontrollably.

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Qinchuan glanced at the elder and spoke indifferently, "I wonder if you have heard the title 'Qin Asura'?"

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Upon hearing the three words Qin Asura, the elder had no more doubts; he was certain that Qinchuan was the one who had destroyed Netherworld Hall all those years ago!

With that thought, his True Spirit gave up struggling and could not muster any will to resist.

Being defeated by such a person was not a disgrace.

If Netherworld Hall at its peak had been obliterated by Qin Asura alone, what was he, a mere Quasi-Emperor, now?

He could only sigh deeply, "Who would have thought that after so many years, you would still remain on the Divine Wilderness Continent."

The Quasi-Emperor of the imperial family might not have been from Netherworld Hall, but he too had some understanding of the history of Netherworld Hall, knowing that it had suffered a devastating calamity many years ago.

Now knowing that Qinchuan was the puppet master behind the destruction of Netherworld all those years ago, he too gave up his struggle.

Seeing that the two Quasi-Emperors no longer had the will to fight, their spirits opened up at that moment.

At the same time, a force of Asura from the Asura Divine Soul in Qinchuan's sea of consciousness leaked out, and with a whoosh to the left and right, they directly entered the True Spirits of the two Quasi-Emperors.

And just as the Asura Divine Soul in his hand had just entered the elder's brain, his True Spirit began to swell instantly.

"Not good! Soul prohibition triggered, he's going to self-destruct!"

Qinchuan immediately understood, inside his Divine Soul was a prohibition laid down by someone to prevent Soul Search.

Once a True Spirit and Soul self-destructed, even he, Qinchuan, could not stop it. All he could do was watch helplessly as the elder's Soul swelled bigger and bigger until, with a bang, the True Spirit turned into fragments, eventually dispersing into the universe without leaving a trace.

A once Quasi-Emperor thus perished before the Burning Heaven Sect's gate, not even a trace of True Spirit remaining, his spirit dissipated.

Meanwhile, the Quasi-Emperor from the imperial family had long been scared out of his wits.

The power of Qinchuan's Divine Soul easily invaded the other's Soul, successfully performing a Soul Search.

Qinchuan had not immediately crushed the True Spirits of the two because he wanted to perform the Soul-Searching Technique on them, desiring to know why Netherworld Hall had set its sights on the Burning Heaven Sect.

Although the Burning Heaven Sect was backed by the ancient Fusang tree, it certainly was not enough to tempt Netherworld Hall.

The only explanation Qinchuan could think of was the Divine Severing Cliff in the Refining Spirit Valley, but even Qinchuan had not yet unraveled its secrets.

Could it be.

Netherworld Hall knew something?

However, now that the elder's Soul had scattered, and no useful information was found in the sea of consciousness of the Quasi-Emperor from the Jiuxiang Ancient Country.

Nevertheless, from his Soul, Qinchuan learned that Netherworld Hall had planned for forty-nine years against the Burning Heaven Sect indeed because of the Refining Spirit Valley.

Qinchuan was now certain that they had indeed come for the Divine Severing Cliff inside the Refining Spirit Valley.