Chapter 15: Ancient Prison-Suppressing Yin and Yang

Chapter 15: Ancient Prison-Suppressing Yin and Yang

"Qin Xuan!"

"We are sworn enemies!!"

"I want you dead!!!"

Ye Feng lowered his head and looked at his destroyed Foundation, as if struck by lightning. Bloodshot veins instantly wrapped around his eyeballs.

With his hair standing on end from rage, he slapped the ground with one hand, his Yuan Qi vibrating. He shot straight up, his legs kicking into the Void Realm, and both his hands, like life-reaping Dragon claws, grabbed toward Qin Xuan's neck.

It was a posture of fighting for his life!

"Slow, still slow, too slow."

Qin Xuan held Qing Ning with one hand while continuously batting away Ye Feng's Dragon claw strikes with the other. His gaze was indifferent, his movements leisurely; he hadn't put Ye Feng in his eyes at all.

The Chaos Hongmeng Body naturally suppresses all other bodies.

Ye Feng's ability to defy the Supernatural Realm was completely useless against him.

"Isn't it rumored that Qin Xuan's Supreme Bone was already stripped by the Qin King?"

"Why is this guy still so strong, strong to an absurd degree!"

"Even Ye Feng, who possesses the Wind-Thunder Saint Body, is being toyed with like a child in his hands?"

The Holy Land Disciples watching were full of suspicion.

Watching Qin Xuan's calm expression as he toyed with Ye Feng, it looked just like a Master teaching a Disciple.

It wasn't a battle of the same level at all.

"Heavenly Dragon Heart-Rending Claw!"

Unable to get close, Ye Feng paid the price of a broken arm to block Qin Xuan's left hand, then thrust out a claw, lunging straight for Qin Xuan's chest.

If this claw connected, it would be enough to pierce his chest cavity and crush his heart.

Qin Xuan put down Qing Ning and threw a punch.

Bang—a simple punch hit the Heavenly Dragon Heart-Rending Claw. Yuan Qi surged, Ye Feng's whole body convulsed, his fingers splayed open, and his knuckles trembled.

"Is this all the skill you have, yet you dare to battle me?"

Qin Xuan stepped forward, grabbed Ye Feng by the neck, lifted him into mid-air, and backhanded him with a slap. "Aren't you good at screaming? Keep screaming, why can't you make a sound now?"

Under the immense force, the tendons in Ye Feng's neck stood out.

Blue veins bulged on his forehead.

Blood continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth. Ye Feng smirked, stammering, "Qin... Qin Xuan, you've fallen for the trap. Junior Sister Qing Ning has escaped!"

The Holy Land Disciples watching heard this, turned their heads to look, and saw Qing Ning hiding behind two deacons. Their eyes lit up with realization.

"So from the beginning, Ye Feng never thought about winning against Qin Xuan."

"He wanted to force Qin Xuan to let go of Qing Ning."

"He did it!"

"Now that there are no worries, the deacons of Thunder Prison Peak can make their move!"

"The Yin-Yang Realm—spanning a whole major Realm—Qin Xuan is finished!"

Qing Ning, back in the crowd, touched her fair neck and shouted angrily at the two deacons, "What are you still standing there for!? Attack now!"

"Kill Qin Xuan, kill him!"

"If Senior Brother Ye Feng suffers even the slightest mishap, I will not let you off!"

The two deacons exchanged a glance and slowly took a step forward, their expressions cold and unquestionable. "Qin Xuan, stop."

"Release Ye Feng and follow us back to Thunder Prison Peak to be punished, or else you will die today."

Qin Xuan weighed Ye Feng in his hand. "You don't care about his life or death?"

The two deacons' expressions grew even colder. "If he dies, you will die!"

"What's this, do you think victory is in your grasp?"

Qin Xuan tossed Ye Feng dozens of yards away like a dead dog.

He crooked his finger at the two deacons. "You want to catch me? Let's see if you have the skill."

"Arrogant!"

"A mere Supernatural Realm, how dare you act so presumptuously in front of us deacons?"

One deacon flicked his arm, and a Demon-Locking Chain was held in his palm. He walked out with the stride of a dragon and tiger, ignoring any of Qin Xuan's killing moves.

He swung it hard, the chain crackling. The Yin and Yang Qi coated the Demon-Locking Chain, transforming into a cage that covered all directions, shrouding Qin Xuan densely.

This was the Demon-Suppressing Cage of Thunder Prison Peak, created by the Peak Master. It wasn't very lethal, but it possessed the great power of imprisonment.

Once trapped, even a Heavenly Human Realm expert would be helpless for a short time.

Below the Heavenly Human Realm, one could only wait for death!

Qin Xuan pointed up to the high sky. "Look above your head?"

The Yin-Yang Realm deacon didn't look away. "Petty tricks, you dare to show off in front of an expert?"

Boom—

As soon as his voice fell, a towering, ancient, magnificent, and vast giant peak crashed down from the high sky.

It smashed the Yin-Yang Realm deacon into the ground without any resistance.

Everyone was shocked by the scene before them. Looking closely, they realized that what was suppressing the Yin-Yang Realm deacon wasn't some giant peak, but a two-story ancient tower.

Ancient, towering, magnificent, vast...

Just the leakage of its aura made the nearby Holy Land Disciples feel as if they were carrying a heavy mountain, and dense beads of sweat broke out on their foreheads.

The other Yin-Yang Realm deacon, who was closest, looked terrified. "This is a Sacred Artifact, and a top-tier Sacred Artifact at that!?"

"Good eye."

Qin Xuan gave a thumbs up in praise and rewarded him, "In light of you knowing your stuff, I'll reward you with a one-day tour of the ancient prison-suppressing tower."

"Go."

Qin Xuan moved his finger slightly. The ancient prison-suppressing tower soared into the air like a giant peak, locked onto its target, and suppressed the deacon.

With the Perfection-level Desolate Ancient Prison-Suppressing Scripture by his side, Qin Xuan could command this top-tier Sacred Artifact as if it were an extension of his own arm; wherever he pointed, it would smash.

"No!"

The Yin-Yang Realm deacon was terrified, not even caring about Qing Ning, and fled frantically through the air in a panic.

A good show of a desperate run for life ensued.

The Yin-Yang Realm deacon fled, and the ancient prison-suppressing tower pursued.

He could not escape his fate!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the high sky, the ancient prison-suppressing tower kept crashing down. The might of the Sacred Artifact was unmatched; the Yin-Yang Realm deacon was sometimes smashed to the ground, and sometimes soared back into the air.

After repeating this a dozen times, he hadn't even managed to fly three miles.

He was toyed with until he was disheveled and utterly wretched.

"This ancient prison-suppressing tower is not bad, worthy of being a top-tier Sacred Artifact; it can even suppress the Yin-Yang Realm. Any higher, and it might be difficult to suppress the Heavenly Human Realm by force. But as long as I can trick the enemy into the tower, even if a Saint comes, they'll have to bow their head and admit their mistake to me, this big villain!"

Having roughly tested the limits of using the little tower to smash people, Qin Xuan stopped paying attention to the deacon who was fleeing for his life.

He walked over to the wretched Ye Feng with a spring-breeze smile, squatted down, reached out, and slapped him hard on the face twice. "It's already this time, and you actually found the time to put your clothes back on?"

Ye Feng gritted his teeth in hatred, his face turning a deep liver-red. "If you have the ability, just kill me!"

"Planning to take me down with you, right?"

Qin Xuan shook his head indifferently. "Why can't you just calm down with your little schemes? Don't tell me you actually think you rescued Qing Ning from my hands?"

"If I don't want her to leave, she has to obediently be choked in my hands."

"You didn't take it seriously, did you?"

Ye Feng was so angry that a mouthful of blood surged to his heart. He clenched his fists and roared, "What exactly do you want to do?"

He thought his plan had succeeded, little did he know, it was just Qin Xuan doing it on purpose.

It was meant to make him despair.

Killing the person and punishing their heart!

Qin Xuan rarely spoke his true feelings. "I'm just intentionally going against you. The more unhappy you are, the happier I am."

"You!"

Ye Feng pointed at Qin Xuan, a mouthful of blood spraying from his mouth, his aura becoming increasingly withered.

Anger, hatred, bloodlust, helplessness—various complex emotions gathered on Ye Feng's face, making him look exceptionally hysterical and desperate.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's the expression."

Qin Xuan clapped in approval. "I just love this look of you being unhappy with me, yet unable to kill me!"