Chapter 215: Slaying a Quasi-Emperor, the Fall of the Holy Master of Butian

Chapter 215 Slaying a Quasi-Emperor, the Fall of the Holy Master of Butian

boom!

The instant Leng Li transformed the power of the styx purple ice crystal, Qin Xuan, amidst the ruins, unleashed a powerful aura that surged skyward like a tidal wave.

Visibly, the Power of the Underworld River dissipates from the clouds high in the sky.

The entire clear sky was transformed into a new River Styx.

The waves surged, and blood gushed forth.

Holy Master of Butian looked at Qin Xuan amidst the ruins, his hair wildly flowing and his black robes billowing, and sensed an inexplicable sense of danger. "What kind of power is this?"

"Where did this scourge obtain this strange energy from?!"

"This guy's quasi-emperor artifact, is it some kind of treasure vault? How come it has all sorts of things!?"

Crown Prince Ziyang glanced at him sideways, then looked away, "His strength hasn't increased dramatically; he's just changed the source of his power. He's nothing to fear!"

"Yeah?"

Qin Xuan, amidst the ruins, slowly raised his head, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, his smile becoming increasingly wicked and noble.

Before his illusory image had even disappeared, his true form appeared beside Crown Prince Ziyang, chuckling with a sinister laugh that was like a demonic whisper, " Your Highness, can you easily suppress me again?"

He raised his hand, grabbed Crown Prince Ziyang's hand, and twisted it sharply.

Snap—

Crown Prince Ziyang's wrist was broken.

At the same time, Qin Xuan also confiscated the sacred bracelet that Crown Prince Ziyang was wearing on his wrist.

Power of the Underworld River easily broke through the Restriction of the Holy Bracelet and found the True Dragon Eyes inside. He didn't have time to check the other treasures, so he threw the bracelet into the ancient prison-suppressing tower, and then flashed away, leaving Old Eunuch and Blade Cultivator empty-handed.

"You scoundrel! How dare you harm Your Highness!" Old Eunuch, pale-faced and beardless, roared in a sharp voice.

The Blade Cultivator, with his cold and stern face, swung his sword without warning.

The flash of the sword cleaved the River Styx, which reflected the Butian Holy Land, in two, as if it had been parted in the middle.

However, the blade only struck Qin Xuan's illusion.

Struck by the blade's edge, it burst like a bubble.

Qin Xuan himself has arrived before the Holy Master of Butian.

He formed a fist, unleashing the Power of the Underworld River. The force of his fist was like the Styx flowing backward, unleashing tens of thousands of punches in an instant.

Holy Master of Butian unleashed the remaining colossal pillars, each one as hard as the Sacred Artifact.

They were all shattered by Qin Xuan's fist.

The fist struck Holy Master of Butian's chest, shattering his magnificent golden robe and revealing his ribs, forged as hard as a Sacred Artifact.

It was blasted to pieces, and its chest caved in dramatically.

Behind him, a fist imprint of Qin Xuan suddenly jutted out.

Immediately, boom— Holy Master of Butian's body, like a ball sent flying backward, rolled countless times on the ground in a sorry state, carving a deep trench into the ruins.

It slid straight down to the four fossilized skeletons that were still struggling to hold on and wanted to witness Qin Xuan's death.

cough……

Holy Master of Butian coughed up a mouthful of imperial blood amidst horrified stares.

A moment of dizziness, and Qin Xuan had instantly teleported in front of him.

"How did you suddenly become so strong!"

"This is not the power of this world!"

"Who exactly are you?!"

"Where did this strange power come from?!"

Holy Master of Butian cried out in alarm.

The Qin Xuan before me is clearly still Saint King Realm Early Stage combat strength.

However, it is more than a hundred times stronger than before.

This strange energy is powerful enough to influence the forces of nature.

It's as if a domain has formed in this area.

A domain that belongs only to Qin Xuan!

Within this special domain, Qin Xuan's power experienced an unprecedented surge!

"A frog in a well, making a fuss over nothing!"

Qin Xuan, carrying the Holy Master of Butian as if it were a chick, glanced at the four old bones still struggling to hold on, and clicked his tongue in amazement, "Oh, you're still alive?"

"I thought the power of the Weak Water would have already overwhelmed you and sent you to your deaths. Are you holding on so stubbornly, hoping to witness me being killed by your great Holy Lord?"

"What a pity! The Weak Water you desperately swallowed couldn't stop me from destroying the Butian Holy Land!"

"Even the Holy Lord, whom you all see as omnipotent, seems to be no match for me now. He is merely deliberately forcing you old bones to test out my trump cards for him."

The fossilized bones all have bulging eyeballs.

Weak water gushed out from the seven orifices.

A total of four Saint King Realm Peak, after just a few words from Qin Xuan, felt a surge of life-giving energy rush to his heart.

Unable to suppress the surging power of the Weak Water within his body any longer.

In the Weak Water, the backlash was like a raging beast, washing away the four fossilized bones until not even a trace remained.

Qin Xuan shook his head in disbelief, "They're all so old, yet their tempers are still like firecrackers. If I say a few words to them, they'll be dead."

His words, which were meant to kill and destroy one's spirit, were yet to come.

As it turned out, none of the four fossilized skeletons contained the Fuqi.

He swallowed his saliva a moment earlier, and died, so he wouldn't hear any of his taunts.

"Now, in the vast Butian Holy Land, you are the only one left."

"Killing you would fulfill my great ambition."

Qin Xuan looked around.

Without exception, the eight Sect Masters of the Butian Holy Land and hundreds of thousands of Disciple.

They all perished here.

Not even a dreg was left.

It's impossible to discern someone's identity using the blood mist.

" Your Highness, save me!"

Holy Master of Butian shouted.

Crown Prince Ziyang's broken wrist has healed again.

His pale golden eyes were fixed on Qin Xuan, and he looked down at him, speaking with an unquestionable tone, "We captured him alive!"

He was the crown prince of the Ziyang Empire, and the next Great Emperor Ziyang.

Within Empire, he was second only to the emperor, above millions.

When have we not been high above and respected by others?

When have you ever experienced such humiliation?

He couldn't even see a hostile glance!

Qin Xuan so blatantly offended his dignity.

die?

For him, it was a relief!

"You scoundrel, die!"

Old Eunuch brandished his whisk, just like the Saint King Realm he encountered in the Land of Fallen Emperors; his white hair, like steel needles, pierced him like a torrential downpour.

However, this Old Eunuch of Quasi-Emperor Realm is probably an ancestor of the Land of Fallen Emperors.

Their strength has increased more than a hundredfold.

The sky was filled with white threads, like a heavy snowfall, everywhere, leaving no place to hide!

The Blade Cultivator swung his blade again.

The blade's edge cleaved through the sky.

Qin Xuan raised her eyes, calmly holding the Holy Master of Butian in her hand, and used it to block her way.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Countless white strands of the whisk, like steel needles, pierced the face of the Holy Master of Butian.

His limbs and his face were all pierced by white silk.

He was like a hedgehog, his fur standing on end.

The blade's light hurtled towards them, following the trail of white threads, and with a soft thud, slashed at Holy Master of Butian's chest.

boom--

With a deafening roar, the area where Qin Xuan stood erupted in a cloud of dust, and the ground collapsed thousands of feet deep.

Once the dust settles, the "smoke but no harm" rule no longer applies.

The Holy Master of Butian's body had a bloody wound cut open from his chest, through which the broken ribs, radiating golden light, could be seen.

"I must say, your physique as a quasi-emperor is truly incredibly robust, even more so than the Sacred Artifact! Two quasi-emperors joining forces only barely managed to create a large gash in you!"

Qin Xuan exclaimed in admiration, and the understanding Dao said, "This indecisiveness, this constant back and forth, is also a kind of torture for you. I'll help you!"

He gripped Holy Master of Butian’s calf with one hand and held his long, tangled hair behind him with the other.

A sudden burst of power.

Power of the Underworld River has rioted again.

Tear—

Lord of the Butian Holy Land!

The strongest in Quasi-Emperor Realm!

In Qin Xuan's hands, it was torn in two!