Asura Mad Emperor

Already seriously injured from his battle with the Earth Demon Dragon, Dongfang Zhen had continued to fight fiercely against four opponents, but at the height of the clash, he suddenly felt an old affliction flare up. The Nine Yang Meridians, dormant until now, chose this untimely moment to throb with pain.

Yet, even so, he gritted his teeth through the intense pain and managed to kill one of the martial artists facing him.

He believed that, had it not been for the sudden disorder in his meridians, these people in front of him would have found it not so easy to overcome him; he could have at least subdued one more.

Fu Xi stood to one side, his hands still, and witnessing four people besieging an already gravely injured Dongfang Zhen only to be killed by him in return. Anger surged within him, and he stepped forward to tower over Dongfang Zhen, saying hatefully, "You truly deserve to die for killing Ah Si."

As he spoke, Fu Xi's True Qi circulated in his palm, and the divine light of a Mysterious Technique appeared, ready to strike down towards Dongfang Zhen's head.

But at that moment, an unforeseen change occurred.

A faint sound of something tearing through the air suddenly rang out.

Fu Xi instantly sensed an extremely dangerous aura approaching, an aura so menacing it made his hair stand on end – the aura of death.@@novelbin@@

Without a second thought, Fu Xi abandoned his Mysterious Technique and leaped backward explosively.

The very next moment.

A blood-colored long spear flew past the space where Fu Xi had just been, like an earth-shattering blood dragon tearing through the void, and it directly nailed into the rocks at one side, with the spearhead embedded in the crevice and still buzzing with vibration.

If Fu Xi had reacted even half a moment slower, the long spear would have pierced straight through his skull.

"Who's there!"

Having narrowly escaped death at the hands of Netherworld Hall, Fu Xi was shaken. On full alert, he bellowed angrily.

Then, from a distance, Qinchuan let out a snicker, loud and clear.

"Hahaha, laughable, truly laughable. As the Eldest Prince of the Taiyuan Royal Family, not only have you failed to win people's hearts, but to think you'd stoop to harming your own sect members on the battlefield of a clash between two countries – is this the Taiyuan Royal Family?"

After finishing his words, Qinchuan turned into a beam of divine light, shooting out from the darkness and landing beside Dongfang Zhen.

"It's you!"

Fu Xi's gaze hardened as he stared at Qinchuan, his eyes brimming with venomous hatred.

"Qinchuan, heaven's road was wide open, yet you chose the gateless path to the Underworld. I have been vexed about how to find you in this vast Heavenly Demon Forest, but now you've actually delivered yourself to my door.

Three days ago, you conspired with that brat from the Dongfang Family, causing me to lose all face. Heaven must be watching, for it has allowed me to encounter both of you at once. Since that's the case, both of you might as well depart this world together."

With a gesture from Qinchuan, the blood-colored long spear automatically flew back to his hand. He gave Fu Xi a sidelong glance with a sneer, showing no regard for Fu Xi and his companions, "The four of you? Not even a match for this injured kid. How could you possibly contend with this young master?" Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire

Qinchuan said this while pointing to Dongfang Zhen, his meaning crystal clear.

Upon hearing this, Fu Xi was first taken aback, then burst out laughing. Turning to one of the martial artists beside him, he said, "Hahaha, has this kid lost his mind? Dongfang Zhen is already spent, and he still expects help from him?"

The remaining three martial artists burst into raucous laughter upon hearing these words, as if they had just heard the joke of the century.

Even Dongfang Zhen was somewhat stupefied at this moment. He had just faced off against four of Fu Xi's subordinates and, although he had killed one of them, his chronic ailment had flared up again. His meridians were in intense pain, and he had sustained a powerful hit from his opponent. Now he had no strength left to fight; he couldn't even handle four ordinary men, let alone the four Spirit Martial Realm warriors in front of him.

How could he possibly stand a chance against Fu Xi and the others?

Qinchuan glanced sideways at Fu Xi and his group, his eyes brimming with disdain, and said, "Dongfang Zhen carries a Treasured Body, but has not tapped into the power it should possess. Should he unleash even half the potential of his Treasured Body, you would all be reduced to ashes with a mere gesture."

"Hahahaha, what a joke, truly a joke! This old wreck has been with our Taiyuan Royal Family for a long time, squandering vast resources of our royal line, yet he is still just at the Spirit Martial Realm. Even if he has a Treasured Body, it's a useless one. Thinking of defeating the four of us—wait for your next life!"

Fu Xi held his forehead and laughed heartily, mocking for quite a while before continuing to speak.

"Qinchuan, don't think that I'm unaware. All you are doing is using delaying tactics, hoping to wait for the Tianyuan Royal Family to come and save you."

"However, I have already sent out a signal. My people of the Taiyuan line are already on their way here. Even if your entire Tianyuan line comes, you will just be falling into my trap and be caught all at once."

"How laughable, how utterly ridiculous, that you refer to the Immovable Vajra Body as a useless Treasured Body in your mouths; it's truly ignorance inviting fearlessness."

With a look of contempt, Qinchuan shook his head at the crowd and revealed a disdainful expression, "All I need is the time it takes to brew half a pot of tea to guide Dongfang Zhen, to unleash the might that his Treasured Body should possess, and he will be more than enough to suppress you all."

"Presumptuous!"

Fu Xi and the others simultaneously thought the same.

Dongfang Zhen was gravely injured and would not recover without at least ten days to half a month. Yet this youngster had the audacity to claim that he could make Dongfang Zhen suppress them in the time it takes to brew half a pot of tea.

Fu Xi guessed that Qinchuan was trying to delay time, but he didn't care in the slightest, even preferring this play, letting Qinchuan attract the Tianyuan Royal Family here. At that time, he would capture all of them at once.

In doing so, he would not only be able to wash away the grudge from being outsmarted by Qinchuan and losing forty million Mysterious Crystals, but he would also earn significant credit. Perhaps he could even be appointed as the Crown Prince, killing multiple birds with one stone.

Thinking this, Fu Xi couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, and he let out a cold snort, saying, "Ignorant child, a mere Meridian Opening Realm Cultivator, making such wild claims. Since that's the case, I shall give you half a pot of tea's time. I do want to see how you can make this good-for-nothing suppress us."

After speaking, Fu Xi and the remaining three cultivators burst into uproarious laughter once more, looking at Qinchuan and Dongfang Zhen as if they were meat on the chopping board.

It was then that Qinchuan spoke softly to Dongfang Zhen beside him, "The Nine Yang Scripture True Qi is running counterflow causing excruciating pain in your meridians. If you continue to force your cultivation like this, you are likely to end up just like your ancestors of the Dongfang Family, with blocked meridians and your cultivation halted at this point for life."

Dongfang Zhen trembled all over at these words and stared at Qinchuan with a face full of shock.

His Dongfang lineage had always been weak in cultivation, scarcely producing even a few Dao Palace Realm cultivators, and this was no secret.

Within their family, there existed a peculiar ailment. When a family member reached the Spirit Martial Realm, they would feel as though their True Qi was being drained away by some inexplicable force.

Should any member of the Dongfang Family try to forcefully break through, they would experience intense pain in their meridians, unable to control it.

However, this strange illness was known to only a very few within the Dongfang Family; how could Qinchuan know of it?

Then Dongfang Zhen immediately recalled how Qinchuan had offered Blood Stone Grass to Dongfang Lei and his group at the Myriad Spirit Pavilion, and he understood that Qinchuan must have already been aware.

Considering Qinchuan's earlier conversation with Fu Xi, a suspicion emerged in his heart.