Asura Mad Emperor

Only when he felt the guiding presence from the distant Life Prohibition Zone disappear did he retract his gaze, looking towards the mottled city walls.

Qinchuan's eyes were icy cold, his gaze sharp, his body emanating an overwhelming intent to kill as Asura's wrath surged forth, incredibly fierce.

He held the pen of spring and autumn in his hand, his eyes blazing like lightning, sweeping across the Eight Desolates with a terrifying Imperial Might spreading around him, like a true War God.

"So many years have gone by, I thought that Netherworld Hall might have improved somewhat, but it seems nothing has changed, still only daring to hide in the gutters and attack from the shadows," Qinchuan said indifferently.

"Hmph, smooth talker, how Netherworld Hall conducts its affairs is not for you to judge," a cold snort sounded.

Following that, on the darkened ramparts, eight figures emerged, all dressed in black robes with grim masks on their faces, each mask displaying a different Fierce Beast.

"Hmph, Qinchuan, you little brat, you provoked Netherworld Hall in the Spirit Martial Secret Realm, slaughtering our disciples, now that you've fallen into the hands of us eight, don't even dream of leaving alive," said a black-robed youth with an Earth Dragon carved on his mask, speaking with a low and indifferent voice.

The aura of the eight figures burst forth mightily, towering like mountains, surging like waves, all of them Cultivators in the early stage of Dao Palace Realm.

*Hiss—*

"What kind of power is Netherworld Hall, to have so many Dao Palace powerhouses in this world?" exclaimed the Martial Artists on the ancient road, some of whom had just recently entered the Spirit Martial Great Tomb and had not heard of the name Netherworld Hall.

"It seems that you gentlemen have just entered the Spirit Martial Great Tomb," instantly, many of the Martial Artists who had been there for some time spoke up, kindly warning everyone, "Netherworld Hall is a massive force that no one dares to provoke. In the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, it is better to provoke Yin Spirit Fierce Beasts than to provoke Netherworld Hall, that is the law of survival in this world."

"Netherworld Hall has been entrenched in the Spirit Martial Great Tomb for dozens of years, with countless Dao Palace powerhouses. There are even rumors that their Holy Maiden has broken through the limits of this world, surpassing the intermediate stage restrictions of Dao Palace, entering the late stage," said another Martial Artist.

Upon hearing this, numerous new Martial Artists were moved, "Break through the Great Dao Laws, how is that possible?"

Regardless of whether the Netherworld Hall Holy Maiden truly broke through the Great Dao Laws, the Martial Artists turned their gaze back to Qinchuan, "Then who is this youngster? He is only at the Ninth Layer Realm of Spirit Martial, how has he incited Eight Dao Palace powerhouses to besiege him?"

"Hmph, just an overconfident fool," someone remembered the name Qinchuan as soon as they heard the Earth Dragon-masked figure call it out, "That kid killed quite a few Netherworld Hall disciples in the Spirit Martial Great Tomb a while ago, his notoriety rose sharply, and he was seen as a thorn in the side by many disciples of Netherworld Hall. However, he's been operating in the peripheral areas, fleeing swiftly, which is why he's lasted till today," they added.

Another Martial Artist who recalled the youngster recently wanted by Netherworld Hall furrowed his brow and shook his head.

"Upon entering this area, he's come under the siege of eight Great Dao Palace strongmen. This youngster is doomed," someone remarked mockingly.

Others jeered, "This kid, having killed so many Netherworld Hall disciples, should have fled this world, but he dares to storm in here. I don't know if he is audaciously arrogant or just out of his mind."

Meanwhile, Qinchuan stood with a commanding aura, his Innate True Qi as boundless as the sea, with a wild killing intent rising within him as he spoke indifferently and coldly.

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"I just happened to have made a breakthrough recently and am in need of some fitting opponents to practice on. Since you've come to my doorstep, come at me all together!"

Upon hearing Qinchuan's words, the Martial Artists watching from afar were stunned, causing quite a stir.

"Damn!"

"Has this kid lost his mind?"

"What did he say? He wants to fight against eight Dao Palace powerhouses by himself? Did I hear that wrong?" A martial artist doubted his own ears, unable to believe it.

Some martial artists mocked, "It seems this kid knows he's bound to die and is just putting on a bravado, hoping to leave a reputation of singlehandedly taking on eight from the Dao Palace."

"Presumptuous and arrogant!" A mysterious figure behind an Earth Dragon mask revealed a trace of coldness in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse and sinister, as if it were a ghastly spirit crawling out from the eighteenth layer of purgatory, indescribably terrifying and icy cold, "To slaughter you alone, why would my eight brothers need to join hands? I alone am enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the youth in the Earth Dragon mask soared into the sky, casting a spell that caused countless streams of Yin Qi to surge and coalesce around him, ultimately forming a ferocious three-clawed Earth Dragon.

Riding atop the Earth Dragon, he descended with a howl.

"Such a petty trick, daring to show off in front of this young master."

Qinchuan, dressed in white, had clear eyes and fluttering black hair, his body luminous and as translucent as jade. The Jade Disk in his hand exuded an overwhelming Imperial Might, and as he wielded it, a vast and mighty aura pressed down upon the Earth Dragon.

Dao Magic was stern, and brilliant divine light shot up into the skies, sweeping across the scales of the Earth Dragon.

In the next moment, the dragon scales of the Earth Dragon were torn apart to reveal the grisly flesh beneath, and the once mighty Earth Dragon instantly wilted.

"How is this possible!" The youth in the Earth Dragon mask was shocked and pale.

Just one move, and his Earth Dragon was already on the brink of collapse, his gaze towards Qinchuan filled with astonishment.

"I originally didn't believe when I heard you single-handedly repelled a hundred of my hall's men, thinking it was just those useless ones exaggerating to make excuses for their defeat, but now it seems, they weren't lying, you do have some skill."

At that moment, a youth wearing a mask engraved with a sinister seven-starred rat approached, his voice shrill, "Everyone attack together, make it quick and capture this kid, we must not delay the plans of the Holy Maiden."

"Yes, big brother!" The remaining six answered in unison.

At the same time, radiant sigils emerged from their bodies, profound like the ocean, vast and imposing, as one bizarre Fierce Beast after another materialized before them.

Among these eight Fierce Beasts were the sinister six-starred rat, the Earth Dragon, and also the Sky Red Demon Sparrow, transforming into eight beams of divine light, pressing down towards Qinchuan's head from above.

"Roar—"

The Twin-Winged Demon Tiger, previously chased to the heavens and earth by the disciples of Netherworld Hall, had no small grudge against these individuals, and now, without waiting for Qinchuan's command, it roared furiously, its body suddenly enlarging to intercept a green-eyed Demon Tiger.

At this time, Qinchuan strode upon the void, ascending the city walls, his entire being enveloped in boundless divine splendor, crystal clear and flawless, the Innate Body bearing not a single blemish, while strands of the Asura Dao Principle wove through the void around his waist, a truly astonishing sight.

"Chop!"

Qinchuan swung the Jade Disk, and a burst of brilliance flashed by like a radiant Jade Disk blossoming, slashing towards the remaining seven.

"An ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating one's own abilities, daring to directly confront seven Dao Palace powerhouses!" Many martial artists, seeing Qinchuan not only showing no sign of retreat but actually facing the seven head-on, spoke disdainfully.

Many martial artists also shook their heads and sighed, "This kid can withstand one strike from a Dao Palace powerhouse, showing some talent; it's just a pity that he'll be defeated here."