Chapter 175: The Frenzied Wu Bingqing

Chapter 175: The Frenzied Wu Bingqing

"Interesting!"

The Third Prince, inside his luxurious palanquin, tapped his fingers against the table. He glanced at Wu Bingqing's cold and beautiful face and said with amusement, "I would like to see whether this Saintess of the Butian Holy Land intends to seek revenge for the Saint of the Butian Holy Land, or if she will disregard the fact that Qin Xuan humiliated and killed the Saint of the Butian Holy Land out of consideration for the friendship of the Seven Pearls of Mingyue!"

Boom!

With a loud bang, the passage to the Endless Ice Cave burst open.

Visible cold air surged outward like a tide.

In just an instant, the land within a thousand miles became frozen earth.

Swamps, giant trees, and mountains were all frozen solid.

A powerhouse of the Giant Race was walking, and the tremors from his footsteps caused the frozen objects to shatter.

Zing—

A brilliant blade radiance flashed by. The hundred-foot-tall Giant Race powerhouse continued to walk forward, but his head rolled onto the ground ahead.

"The Legacy of the God of Ice is right before my eyes. Becoming a Saint and an ancestor is my destiny!"

A Blade Cultivator transformed into a ray of rainbow light and dashed inside.

Wu Bingqing, alone and solitary, turned into a black phantom, like a queen in the dark night.

Everywhere she passed, everyone retreated.

Qin Xuan scanned his surroundings indifferently, a smile playing on his lips as he said, "Interesting!"

He could sense that everyone was avoiding Wu Bingqing.

Even Saint Son Chen Fan, who also hailed from the Mingyue Dynasty, avoided her as much as possible.

Even the Third Prince of the Ziyang Empire kept his distance as much as he could.

"As a Daughter of Luck, she is clearly only at the Peak of the Quasi-Saint Realm, yet she can make a Child of Luck and a Prince surrounded by many Saint Kings avoid her. Even those who know her well have stated directly that Wu Bingqing could take my life."

If it were people who didn't know him making such comments,

Qin Xuan naturally wouldn't pay them any heed.

But having witnessed his strength, even Su Youyu and Little Koi held the same opinion.

This made Qin Xuan very curious.

Could it be that this Daughter of Luck can slaughter those at the Peak of the Saint Realm as easily as cutting vegetables?

As he muttered to himself, Qin Xuan walked slowly toward the azure passage.

The moment he stepped through the portal, the world spun before Qin Xuan's eyes. When he focused, he saw a giant palace cast from ice and snow in front of him.

It was vast, boundless, and crystal clear.

The bone-chilling cold air, like inverted icicles, seemed intent on piercing right through everyone.

Inside the small tower, Leng Li suppressed her excitement as she said, "This is a trial of the Dao of Slaughter. The God of Ice, Poseixi, values slaughter above all else. Without iron-blooded means, one is simply not worthy of obtaining her Legacy!"

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Inside the palace, slaughter was everywhere.

The Prodigies and powerhouses who had entered the Land of Fallen Emperors were falling like rain, their heads rolling on the ground.

In just a split second, Qin Xuan noticed that over a hundred prominent powerhouses had died miserably in the mouths of Ice Beasts.

Thud— A cold-light-emitting ice spear fell from above.

It was an inverted icicle that had shattered in mid-air on its own.

A tiger-headed, human-bodied Saint Realm tiger tribesman struck like lightning.

Qin Xuan executed the Nether Eight Steps and retreated a thousand feet away.

He frowned and pondered, "Are monsters hidden within all these icicles?"

He looked up. In this vast palace, the number of inverted icicles was far more than ten thousand.

Even multiplying that by a hundred would not be an exaggeration!

The Saint Realm tiger tribesman, like a primitive giant beast, crouched on all fours and charged explosively.

Space trembled, and the ice surface cracked.

Like an ancient Vicious Beast, it opened its blood-stained maw and charged straight at Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan summoned the heavenly desolation halberd. Instead of retreating, he advanced. With a sliding tackle, he used the heavenly desolation halberd from below to slash the Saint Realm tiger tribesman's massive body, carving a bone-deep icy wound across its lower abdomen.

He vaulted into the air, performed a backflip, and with his right hand in a claw shape, grabbed the Saint Realm tiger tribesman's head and smashed it hard against the ice, crushing its skull on the spot.

With a loud boom, the massive body slammed into the ground. Qin Xuan stood on the mountain-like ice corpse, watching the chaotic battle ahead. He said with a lack of interest, "I came too early. I should have waited to appear until it was time to sweep up the remnants."

Leng Li shook her head, "This is the trial of the God of Ice. All the ice corpses were captured by her to serve as a means of testing. The more you kill, the higher the probability of obtaining the Legacy, I fear."

Qin Xuan pointed at Wu Bingqing in the far distance, "Then isn't she my greatest competitor?"

Over there, Wu Bingqing was like a meat grinder.

She charged horizontally into the group of ice corpses. Wu Bingqing's figure could not be seen, only the shattered fragments of ice corpses flying all over the sky.

She was harvesting them crazily.

"Tsk! It looks like this Wu Bingqing really wants to obtain the God of Ice's Legacy!"

As Qin Xuan joked, Leng Li noticed something wrong ahead and said in surprise, "She has fallen into demonic possession!"

"No! She is not addicted to slaughter as rumored, but possesses the Soul-Devouring Body! She has been manipulated by the resentment of those ice souls accumulated over countless years, losing her self-awareness!"

The unstoppable Wu Bingqing suddenly turned and surged toward the Cultivators who had entered the Endless Ice Cave.

"Your Highness Saintess, I am from the Qian family of the Mingyue Dynasty, I once had the honor to..."

The Prodigy at the Heavenly Human Realm targeted by Wu Bingqing didn't even finish his sentence before his head flew into the sky.

When Wu Bingqing swept past him, the man's body quickly shriveled up as if it had been steamed at a high temperature, turning into a dried husk.

"Wu Bingqing, how dare you! I am a Saint of the Butian Holy Land!"

A Saint from the Butian Holy Land looked at Wu Bingqing charging toward him and roared in fury.

Swish—

A flash of sword light passed by. Wu Bingqing had not even used the domain-suppressing cauldron, yet that Saint was shredded into a mist of blood by the sword light.

As Wu Bingqing passed through, the blood mist seemed to be drawn by some attraction, creating a wave of blood behind her, which was then devoured by an inexplicable energy.

The Third Prince was situated within a protective circle of several Saint King Realm experts. With a wave of his hand, the Prodigies near him were sent flying toward Wu Bingqing.

Wu Bingqing refused no one; she killed one for every one that came, and one hundred for every hundred that came!

The Third Prince became increasingly excited, "Interesting, interesting! A Quasi-Saint Realm, actually capable of slaughtering Saints, and it's a completely unreasonable, abusive slaughter. Even without her Realm moving, her combat power has skyrocketed, reaching the Late Stage of the Saint Realm."

"Just like Qin Xuan, she also possesses a quasi-emperor artifact."

"This is too interesting!"

The Third Prince, acting like a guide, used the lives of those Prodigies to incite Wu Bingqing's ferocity.

He deliberately pulled a path leading toward Qin Xuan in front of her.

When Wu Bingqing locked eyes with Qin Xuan, he quickly retreated, acting as if it were none of his business, and watched the show. He gave Qin Xuan a condescending imperial decree, "Qin Xuan, when two tigers fight, one must die. Let this Prince see exactly how much ability you have!"

Hah!

Hah—

Wu Bingqing's heavy breathing sounded like an ancient beast, sending chills down one's spine.

Her long, jet-black hair was now like an inverted black net, exploding upward from the top of her head.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Strands of hair, like steel wires, pierced toward Qin Xuan from every possible angle.

The roaring sounds were continuous. The ice surface in front of Qin Xuan was shattered by these strands of hair.

If they were to hit, being turned into a sieve would be a luxury.

One would be pierced into shreds and turned into a mist of blood!

A long sword pierced through the ice palace and stabbed toward Qin Xuan's face.

Qin Xuan raised the heavenly desolation halberd to block.

The sword stabbed the tip of the halberd, and a massive force erupted. The ice surface under Qin Xuan's feet cracked like a spiderweb in all directions and then collapsed crazily.

Clang—

Qin Xuan executed a sweeping strike that sent Wu Bingqing flying.

The arm holding the heavenly desolation halberd was trembling slightly, and his eyes also held disbelief, "So strong!"

No wonder!

No wonder Su Youyu and Little Koi both stated directly that Wu Bingqing could kill him.

Just in this short time, Wu Bingqing's combat power was on par with the Peak of the Saint Realm.

It was simply brutal to the point of being hair-raising.

"Damn it, I've been played!"

Qin Xuan took a deep look in the direction of the Third Prince and quickly withdrew his gaze.

He no longer had time to waste with the Third Prince.

In this short time, Wu Bingqing, whom he had swept away, was slaughtering wildly among the Cultivators, with blood mist falling like rain.

The suffocating aura of despair on her body was actually still climbing.

It seemed that the pressure of the Saint King Realm was emerging!