Free Web NovelChapter 1233: Chapter 369: The Taiqing Sect Must Have Its Own Spirit Severing Realm!
Sikong Yan remained silent, but a layer of hazy golden mist began to rise around him.
Tiny dragon shapes were vaguely visible within the mist, wandering around. Compared to the dark-gold dragon aura of Xuanyuan Sha, this golden light was purer, yet it deliberately restrained its sharpness, making it difficult for others to discern its true nature.
"Putting on a show!" Xuanyuan Sha sneered coldly, and his hand gestures changed again.
The giant sealing stamp descended with a roar, accompanied by the deafening roar of nine dark-gold dragon shadows.
Just as the stamp was about to touch the top of Sikong Yan’s head, he suddenly changed his moves.
The golden mist contracted abruptly, condensing into a small golden dragon scale in his palm.
The dragon scale was no more than an inch in size, yet it emitted an ancient aura that made one’s heart palpitate.
"Break."
With this soft command, the dragon scale soared upwards, gently touching the descending giant stamp.
"Ding—"
A crisp dragon chant echoed throughout the Earth Palace.
That seemingly insignificant dragon scale actually caused a pause in the Heaven-covering stamp.
The nine dark-gold dragon shadows simultaneously let out painful howls, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surface of the stamp.
Xuanyuan Sha’s expression changed dramatically: "Dragon Emperor Reverse Scale?! How can you..."
The next instant——
"Boom!!"
A tumultuous golden spiritual tide exploded from the collision center, shattering three of the dark-gold dragon shadows on the stamp with a shrill cry!
The remaining six dragon shadows twisted and deformed, and the cracks on the stamp’s surface spread rapidly, as if it would collapse at any moment.
Xuanyuan Sha uttered a dull groan, his withered body swayed slightly, and a trace of dark-gold blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He stared fixedly at Sikong Yan, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Dragon Emperor Reverse Scale... this is a divine technique that only the direct bloodline of the Xuanyuan Royal Family can condense. Who exactly are you?!"
Sikong Yan did not answer, his eyes cold as frost beneath the mask.
He gently clasped his right hand, and the golden dragon scale spun back into his palm, its luster slightly dimmed, evidently greatly expended.
"Won’t speak?" Xuanyuan Sha laughed angrily, "Fine! I’ll personally find out if you’re human or ghost beneath that mask!"
He suddenly bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of essence blood into his palm, and rapidly performed the sealing gestures with both hands.
The stamp, which was on the brink of collapse, suddenly shone with a blood-red glow, and the cracks began to heal at a visibly fast speed!
"Xuanyuan Dragon Emperor Skills·Blood Sacrifice Dragon Soul!"
The six remaining dragon shadows on the stamp roared towards the sky, their dragon bodies covered in dense blood-colored patterns, their aura more violent and fierce than before!
Sikong Yan’s brow furrowed slightly beneath the mask. Clearly, he hadn’t anticipated that Xuanyuan Sha would forcibly extend the move at the cost of his essence blood.
He dared not be careless, and with his left hand forming symbols, the golden light on his right-hand dragon scale brightened again before charging forward directly.
Years of planning had come to naught, leaving one feeling truly discontent.
The secret formula, supposed to be within easy reach according to the original plan, now seemed like a mirage.
"Ha..." A barely audible cold laugh came from beneath the mask.
Given this, let’s see if they can guess who this newly risen Spirit Severing master actually is.
Unable to find the formula, it’s time to start the second step of the revenge plan directly.
The backups arranged covertly over the years were also about to be activated one by one.
"Old fool, today I shall claim some interest from you!"
With this furious shout, nine shadowy blood-colored chains appeared around Sikong Yan, each chain engraved with ominous runes.
"That’s..." Xuanyuan Sha suddenly felt his hair stand on end.
But it was too late!
Sikong Yan charged forward, and in the instant the dragon scale collided with the Blood Sacrifice Dragon Soul, the nine blood-colored chains simultaneously emitted a piercing clang.
"Boom—"
In the earth-shattering explosion, the figures of both men were directly engulfed by the violent energy.
...
"The chance has come!"
At this moment, Zhou Qing watched the battle between the two sides, his heart immediately filled with joy.
His eyes with blood-colored Heavy Pupils spun rapidly, and silver light flashed beneath his feet as he rushed toward the altar like lightning!
He moved incredibly fast, nearly becoming a blur, and in the blink of an eye was close to the bronze cauldron.
Inside the cauldron, the third "Blood Spirit Tao Cutting Pill" was nearly fully formed, having reached ninety-nine percent completion, only lacking the final trace of medicinal power to reach perfection!
But now, there was no time to worry about that.
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Zhou Qing acted decisively, slamming his palm onto the cauldron and simultaneously activating the storage bag, attempting to capture the entire bronze cauldron! freewebnovel.cσ๓
However——
"Buzz!"
The cauldron suddenly emitted a blinding blood light, and a terrifying repulsive force pushed Zhou Qing back several steps!
"Restriction?!" Zhou Qing’s face transformed.
The cauldron had been set with a master recognition restriction, and unless Xuanyuan Sha lifted it voluntarily, it couldn’t be forcefully taken in a short time!
"Can only take the pill!"
Making a swift decision, Zhou Qing performed sealing gestures with both hands, and spiritual power turned into an invisible hand to directly reach into the cauldron and grab the three elixirs!
"Little thief! How dare you?!"
In the distance, Xuanyuan Sha, still tangled with Sikong Yan, suddenly turned his head, his gaunt face twisting.
The pupils in his eyes burned with ghostly flames, and a burst of murderous intent erupted, his dark-gold dragon aura exploding, temporarily repelling Sikong Yan.
"Slash—" The speed of the Spirit Severing Realm was beyond normal understanding.
Xuanyuan Sha’s figure flickered as he tore through space, his withered hand transforming into a black ghost claw, and with suffocating pressure, it reached straight for Zhou Qing’s Celestial Spirit!
"Damn!" Zhou Qing felt his blood freeze, the ghost claw hadn’t even landed yet and the fierce claw wind had already carved three blood marks on his forehead.
At a life-and-death juncture, the "Yin Yang Skills" within him spun wildly, and the silver light beneath his feet surged——
"Your opponent is me!"
Just as Zhou Qing was about to abandon the elixir and forcibly break free, Sikong Yan suddenly appeared before him.
His right palm churned with purple flames, precisely intercepting the ghost claw.
The collision of the two forces produced shockwaves that shattered all the stone pillars around the altar.
