NOVPUBQin Zhan didn’t doubt that the person before him was lying. Achieving the Primordial Spirit, these old monsters were not ordinary beings; such powerful beings were too proud to impersonate someone else’s name!
"This person is a reincarnation of the Blade God from ancient times? No wonder he appeared in such a small place…"
Qin Zhan’s mouth twitched slightly. Reincarnation usually wasn’t limited to within the Ancient Holy Country. It was very normal to be reborn in other human nations. This was also why there was an unwritten rule in the Ancient Holy Country not to interfere in the affairs of minor nations. They were rules established by some ancient powerhouses, fearing that they themselves would reincarnate in these minor nations and encounter disasters before awakening.
The Blade God before him was one among them!
Little did Su Changkong know that the name he casually mentioned made Qin Zhan think so much, believing him to be a Blade God from the same era as the Nine Great Ancient Sages, who had killed Great Divine Power Martial Artists and challenged Ancient Saints.
"Strike!"
As soon as Su Changkong’s words fell, he attacked again. His Primordial Spirit, like a streak of golden light, hurtled towards Qin Zhan who was blocking the way.
The simple impact of the Primordial Spirit erupted with terrifying lethal power, so much so that even elites among the Martial Saints with Divine Seeds like Wang Zhongqiu would struggle to resist and contend!
"War Demon’s Palm!" Without any hesitation, Qin Zhan struck in both alarm and anger; he had to slap his fan-like palm, carrying with it tremendous divine might and deep mystery.
"Clang!"
When the Primordial Spirit collided with the giant palm, a thunderous, deafening explosion erupted, with concentric waves visible to the naked eye spreading all around.
Yet, the Primordial Spirit circled back, attacking Qin Zhan relentlessly.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
And Qin Zhan, meriting his status as a peak figure of the Ancient Demon Sect, faced the Blade Soul’s attacks, which were too fast for the naked eye to catch and nerves to react to. Relying on his bare palms, impenetrable as a gate, he continuously repelled the Primordial Spirit!
However, Qin Zhan’s heart slightly sank, "This won’t do… This body of mine is merely an avatar, it simply can’t withstand the attacks of the Primordial Spirit for long!"
With every collision, Qin Zhan’s body became more blurred, and it was clear to anyone that he was outwardly strong but ultimately frail within.
"Qin Zhan is very strong… He’s a Martial Artist who has forged a Divine Body. If his true body were here, my Primordial Spirit would probably not be able to pose a fatal threat to him!"
Su Changkong secretly marveled; Qin Zhan himself was extremely powerful, having forged a Divine Body, far surpassing ordinary Martial Saints with Divine Seeds!
But a mere avatar, thinking of stopping him, was just wishful thinking!
"Chop!"
Su Changkong gathered the power of his Primordial Spirit, the golden aura on the surface of the Primordial Spirit becoming restrained, solidifying and compressing until the golden figurine twisted and transformed from its human form into a golden long sword!
The golden long sword glinted coldly, exuding a sharpness that seemed to sever everything. With the golden glow illuminating, it painted the skies in a shade of pale gold.
"Hum, hum, hum!"
Duanmu Tao’s heart trembled. In his hands, the Purple Soul, as well as the Divine Seed within his heart, faced the golden long sword and conveyed emotions of fear and trembling. The opponent was like a lofty deity, before whom both commoners and kings had to bow and submit!
Transforming from human to blade, this was Su Changkong driving his Primordial Spirit to the extreme; in this form, the Primordial Spirit was impregnable, but the consumption was extraordinarily immense.
"Hiss!"
The Primordial Spirit turned into a blade, dragging a trail of golden Geng Metal Qi across the sky, leaving behind a huge, difficult-to-heal pitch-black crack, furiously chopping down towards Qin Zhan. 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
Qin Zhan tried to counter with a flick of his palm, attempting to use a profound method to deflect the blade, but it was futile.
"Slash!"
Amidst the tearing sound, Qin Zhan’s palm was torn apart. The golden long sword fell from above Qin Zhan’s head, passing through his body!
Qin Zhan’s motion froze as he left behind a fierce but internal raging roar, "Blade God... I will remember today’s incident! Even if you are a Reincarnator, we of the Ancient Demon Sect fear you not!"
In the midst of reluctant roars, Qin Zhan’s body became insubstantial, and then unable to sustain itself, it fell apart, dissipating into nothingness!
Relying on an avatar, he simply couldn’t withstand Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit and was annihilated on the spot, leaving behind nothing but a face-saving statement.
"Master... Even he can’t stop him! Run… run!"
Originally, Wang Zhongqiu dared not act rashly, fearing that moving away from Qin Zhan would expose him to this old monster of a Primordial Spirit and lead to an even quicker death. At this moment, seeing Qin Zhan’s avatar being obliterated by that golden blade-shaped Primordial Spirit, the last bit of luck in his heart completely vanished, and he frantically fled into the distance.
"Damn it! Damn it! I should never have come to the Great Flame Empire…"
Wang Zhongqiu was in utter despair, filled with regret. He came for the Great Divine Seed and failed the test. Not wanting to return empty-handed, he used an excuse to come to Great Flame City to gain some benefits. But who would have thought such a small place would harbor a Primordial Spirit old monster?
But it was already too late for regrets!
"Hiss!"
A faint tearing sound came from behind, and Wang Zhongqiu felt his robust Ancient Demon War Body being torn apart irreparably. Above his neck, a new fissure appeared, his head tossed high, and then the golden long sword turned, slicing his head into two halves like a watermelon, shattering his Sea of Consciousness, extinguishing his soul!
With eyes full of unwillingness, Wang Zhongqiu’s ravaged body fell from the sky, his life force dissipated, and thus he perished!
"Run… run! Wang Zhongqiu, you killed me! We never should have gotten greedy and come to Great Flame City."
Meanwhile, seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Hong Mantian had already escaped a distance of three to five hundred li. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, internally cursing Wang Zhongqiu brutally, all while not admitting that she had deliberately provoked Wang Zhongqiu to come here to avenge her.
