Chapter 954: Chapter 315: Reincarnation Blade God!

Blade God Without Edge!_3 Chapter 954: Chapter 315: Reincarnation Blade God!

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But Su Changkong’s tone suddenly turned cold as he continued, “I can overlook the matter regarding my disciple, but as disciples of the Ancient Demon Sect, you two did not follow the rules, coming to this remote small country to bully and act superior.

If I wasn’t present today, the Great Flame Empire would certainly have faced great turmoil, and millions of civilians would have suffered!”
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhongqiu and Hong Mantian’s expressions changed drastically; it was clear the other party had no intention of letting them go!

Wang Zhongqiu gritted his teeth and said, “Senior…

I indeed acted rashly.

I swear I’ll leave immediately and never step foot in this small country again!”
Hong Mantian also nodded repeatedly, cursing his luck inwardly.

Who would have thought such an old monster would be in this small country?

“Too late!

If I don’t make an example of you, everyone in the Ancient Holy Country will follow suit, and the nine nations will surely be in utter chaos!

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You two…

cannot leave!”
Su Changkong spoke with a murderous aura.

In truth, he was just looking for a justifiable reason to act against these men as the ‘mysterious expert,’ so he could shift the private hatred onto the fact that it was their rule-breaking that forced him to act.

It was fair and reasonable, ensuring that the Ancient Demon Sect would not implicate the Xia Yan family because of it!

The moment the words were spoken, Su Changkong made his move without any hesitation.

“Chi!”
A flash of golden light vanished as quickly as it appeared, and Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit suddenly transformed into a streak of golden light, moving so fast it surpassed imagination, striking directly at Wang Zhongqiu’s brow.

In the blink of an eye, with just a thought, it arrived, so swift there was virtually no chance to dodge or react!

Wang Zhongqiu felt his scalp tingle, having previously experienced the horror of his opponent.

His pride in his Ancient Demon War Body, with a Divine Seed that had grown to possess a full 57 Divine Patterns, was nothing; the opponent severed his hand as if slicing through paper.

To withstand the attack with his body would be suicide.

“Phantom Demon Space!”
Wang Zhongqiu, gritting his teeth, released Divine Power from a Divine Seed within him, and summoning his Divine Skills, he clenched his single hand.

The space in front of him suddenly compressed, transforming into an illusory and hazy void, a space that sealed off all things.

The Phantom Demon Space, one of Wang Zhongqiu’s Divine Skills, created a space to trap the enemy, where they would be confused by illusions, unable to extricate themselves, and ultimately die trapped, their souls obliterated.

Facing the Primordial Soul Old Monster, Wang Zhongqiu dared not be careless and fully unleashed his Divine Skill, hoping to stand a chance.

Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit fell into the Phantom Demon Space, a space that seemed boundless and spawned countless ghosts and evil spirits.

The sky and the earth were bathed in blood-red hues, like Asura Hell itself.

“Chi!”
But Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit was unmoved by these outside influences.

The illusions were unable to confuse him, and he emitted waves from his spirit, instantly discerning the weaknesses of the Phantom Demon Space.

Unstoppable, accompanied by the sound of tearing, the barriers of the Phantom Demon Space were pierced by the golden Primordial Spirit, continuing its assault on Wang Zhongqiu.

“Ancient Demon War Ji!”
Wang Zhongqiu’s forehead veins bulged as he reached out his right hand.

A Divine Skill from within him was activated, as if seizing a pitch-black polearm from the depths of ancient times.

Its head was a curved blade, able to chop like a knife or thrust like a spear.

His massive demon body, a Zhang tall and wielding the War Ji, could split a city in half with a casual motion.

He let out a feral roar, swinging the War Ji in a vicious strike towards the golden figure that had pierced through the Phantom Demon Space!

Wang Zhongqiu had no intention of surrendering without a fight, and the only option was to strike with all his might!

“Clang!!”
The golden Primordial Spirit collided with the War Ji, letting out a deafening clang of metal on metal, like thunder exploding, reverberating across the skies of Great Flame City.

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Many residents below were in so much pain that they covered their ears, and some even had their eardrums ruptured by the shock, blood flowing from their ears and noses, fainting away.

The aftermath of a battle between such powerful beings, even when far away, was enough to overwhelm the average person!

“Crack!”
In the horrified eyes of Xia Yanlong and others, the pitch-black war spear in Wang Zhongqiu’s hand let out a strained groan as it collided with the golden Primordial Spirit figure, its spearhead shattering explosively, curling back and piercing into the body of Wang Zhongqiu, who was clad in a Divine Artifact Battle Armor, penetrating through it and embedding itself within.

With just one collision, the war ji transformed from Wang Zhongqiu’s Divine Skills had been smashed to pieces by Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit!

Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit, refined from a large amount of The Qi of Gold, possessed the energy of Geng Metal with the attribute ‘Gold,’ embodying the characteristics of the Iron Cutting Blade Technique, sharp and invincible, impregnable!

Wang Zhongqiu was terrified; his hard-cultivated Divine Skills were utterly fragile and ineffective in front of this Primordial Soul Old Monster!

“No!

Master…

save me!”
Using the rebound force from the collision, Wang Zhongqiu retreated hastily, but the golden radiance pursued him like a shadow, piercing straight toward his brow, aiming to penetrate his skull for a certain kill.

In terror, he could not help but let out a fearful roar.

“Clang!”
In this critical moment, a mark on Wang Zhongqiu’s brow flashed, bursting forth with light, forming a burly figure.

The golden radiance collided with this figure’s body, dimming it slightly, while the golden light itself was deflected backward!

“Hmm?”
Su Changkong couldn’t help but be surprised; he saw that the mark on Wang Zhongqiu’s brow had transformed into a tall and burly man.

The man’s face was blurred and indistinct, but his entire presence radiated a transcendental aura, like a towering deity, with a terrifying presence that oppressed the heavens and the earth!

“Master!”
With the appearance of the burly man blocking the fatal strike of the Primordial Spirit, Wang Zhongqiu, drenched in cold sweat and still shaken, quickly paid his respects to the burly man standing before him.

“It’s Peak Master Qin Zhan of War Demon Peak!”
Hong Mantian exclaimed with joyful surprise, recognizing the identity of the burly man.

In Ancient Demon Sect, there are peaks rich in resources and abundant in nature’s spiritual energy, and only the super-powerful beings in the sect are qualified to occupy one.

To claim a peak, one typically must be an Entering Saint powerhouses who have cultivated a Divine Body!

Qin Zhan, the Peak Master of War Demon Peak, is one such powerhouse from the Ancient Demon Sect and is also the master of Wang Zhongqiu.

“Not the true body…

but a manifestation of a great force!”
One glance from Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit and he could tell that the burly figure before him had an extraordinary aura, like a colossus that could shake the heavens and earth, but in reality, it was merely an appearance, similar to an avatar or incarnation.

Indeed, within the Ancient Demon Sect, some Peak Masters greatly value their disciples and imprint them with a mark as a kind of protection, which is activated in life-or-death situations.

Peak Master Qin Zhan of War Demon Peak had left such a mark on Wang Zhongqiu, and just now, when Wang Zhongqiu was about to be killed by a strike from the Primordial Spirit, the mark was activated.

The power left by Qin Zhan manifested and blocked the fatal strike!

The incarnation of Peak Master Qin Zhan shaped from that mark saw the golden Primordial Spirit figure at a glance, and even he couldn’t help but become focused: “Primordial Spirit?

An old monster who has cultivated a Primordial Spirit?”
Qin Zhan realized that Wang Zhongqiu must have faced a life-and-death crisis, but he did not expect the enemy to be a formidable being who had cultivated a Primordial Spirit!