646 Fighting the Beast King
Qin Huai chose not to reveal his identity to the Beast King. With a simple gesture, the three thousand blood beasts on the ground surged forward, targeting the six royal clans. As their clansmen screamed in pain, the powerful bloodlines of the six royal clans seemed feeble against the onslaught.

Throughout this, Qin Huai remained engrossed in an intense aerial duel with the Beast King. The sheer power of their battles produced astonishing shockwaves, sweeping away even the formidable demon of the phoenix clan. While they could perhaps rival elders from the secret realm, against forces like Qin Huai and the Beast King, they stood no chance.

As the two combatants moved further into the sky, the king corpse was left behind. Qin Huai continued to monitor the battlefield and kept tabs on the two grand elders.

Eventually, in a distant, serene part of the sky, the two warriors paused to face each other.

“You’re not in the king realm,” the Beast King stated, having deduced Qin Huai’s capabilities. “But you still followed me here. Do you think your talents can best a true king? The secret realm may limit us kings, but it’s not a playground for the likes of you.”

The Beast King then went on to recite Qin Huai’s achievements with admiration. “Your feats are legendary. Even our sect’s Holy Son pales in comparison. But remember,” the Beast King’s tone shifted, “you now face a living king.”

Suddenly, mythical creatures materialized behind the Beast King. The cries of a phoenix echoed, and the immense mouth of the Qiongqi Behemoth seemed ready to consume the world. The black tortoise’s steadfast presence caused the ground to ripple.

High above, within the ominous Blood Cloud Walk, the white tiger glared at Qin Huai. It was evident that four of the six royal clans had been transformed guardian spirit items.

Qin Huai faced the immense creature with a steady gaze. The four guardians surrounding him, most likely from the Sacred Heart Sect, had apparently slain significant figures from the six royal clans, suggesting they were of clan elder status. The audacity of the Sacred Heart Sect to use these royal clans as sustenance and spiritual treasures was clear.

Immense pressure bore down on Qin Huai, a force even a seasoned visceral prefecture realm expert might struggle against.

“Kill them!” Without further words, the Beast King growled. The white tiger, in response, let out a roar, plummeting from the skies, transforming into a white spear. Its speed was shocking.

Boom!

Suddenly, flames erupted. Alongside the descending spear, the Beast King appeared before Qin Huai, towering at ten meters, clad in a dark green armor that seemed to expand, emanating intense malice.

Reacting quickly, Qin Huai’s eyes glowed with white light. Dragon bones emerged from within him, transforming him into the dragon emperor. Intricate patterns illuminated these bones as a distant blood curtain spanning miles surged toward them.

Bang!

With a deafening explosion, a powerful burst of energy sent shockwaves through the landscape. Flames danced everywhere, painting the barren mountain with their radiance.
“Quite powerful indeed,” the Beast King remarked, appreciating the strength of his foe. “It’s been ages since I faced an opponent this exhilarating.” Unlike other kings who typically used various tactics to limit him, this was a straightforward brawl.

However, the tides soon shifted. The very realm they stood in seemed to change. Invisible halos descended from above, binding the Beast King layer by layer, suppressing his immense power.

The Beast King, feeling this restraint, exclaimed, “This isn’t fair!” His fiery rage was quickly quenched, as if doused with cold water.

As the world’s colors shifted, signifying a changed battle environment, the Beast King coldly remarked, “It’ll take about five hundred punches to finish you.”

Despite the sea of blood armor that Qin Huai wore, which the Beast King shattered repeatedly, Qin Huai’s incredible regenerative abilities continuously repelled the Beast King’s relentless attacks.