Chapter 270: Heavenly Soul Seal, Piercing the Soul

Chapter 270: Heavenly Soul Seal, Piercing the Soul

Inside the barrier, King Weiwu staggered to his feet, blood surging wildly within his chest.

Qin Xuan's status as a Prodigy far exceeded his expectations.

The Nirvana Fire, akin to the Phoenix's rebirth, allowed Qin Xuan to heal from even the most grievous injuries in the blink of an eye.

As one waxes, the other wanes.

Even if he could best Qin Xuan, he would be unable to kill him.

He might even be exhausted to the point of being suppressed by Qin Xuan!

Boom!

King Weiwu stomped his foot against the ground, leaving a large crater behind as he transformed into a streak of rainbow light and shot toward Qin Xuan.

At the same time, he roared, "Everyone, what are you still waiting for?"

"Once our Emperor breaks through the immortal suppressing tower, if Qin Xuan is still alive, we will be considered guilty subjects, with our crimes compounded."

"By then, just wait for our Emperor to settle the accounts with us all!"

"Kill!"

The Yuan Family Head, the Patriarch of the Wu Clan, and others charged toward Qin Xuan alongside King Weiwu, launching a siege.

On the other side of the battlefield, isolated by the ancient prison-suppressing tower, Ning Waner, Qing Ning, Scarlet Thorn, and even Zhou Chen all wore expressions of shock.

They swatted away the members of the Aristocratic Families beside them, wanting to step forward to provide support.

Hum, hum, hum—

The ancient prison-suppressing tower emitted a loud Ming, and a milky-white radiance, like a ribbon of light, blasted Ning Waner and the others, along with everyone else trying to rush toward Qin Xuan, away.

This Emperor Weapon was like a chasm, dividing the two battlefields with absolute clarity.

Thud!

Qin Xuan was sent flying by several punches and slammed into the small tower. He spat out blood, and the wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Without even turning his head, he said coldly, "Leave the people here to me; do not think about crossing the boundary!"

Ning Waner and the others, who had not yet recovered from their severe injuries, could not enter his battlefield at all.

They would be shredded into pieces.

Only he and Wu Bingqing had the strength to fight.

Unfortunately, Wu Bingqing had already exhausted her strength after previously killing Left Commander Zuo Yao, the commander under Prince Zijing.

He could only fight a desperate battle alone, holding out until Empress Mingyue returned to reinforce them!

The Patriarch of the Wu Clan summoned a black saber and sliced off one of Qin Xuan's arms with a single strike.

King Weiwu followed immediately after, delivering a whip kick that shattered the space amidst a humming sound.

Qin Xuan flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"I would like to see how long your Nirvana Fire can hold out!"

"If killing you once doesn't end it, then I will kill you ten times, a hundred times!"

"Even with your Phoenix Treasure Technique to heal your wounds, it is all in vain!"

In the eyes of King Weiwu and the others, Qin Xuan was merely relying on the Nirvana Fire to stall for time.

They did not take him seriously at all.

As Qin Xuan flew backward, still speeding through the air, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared beside him.

It was the Yuan Family Head. The moment he appeared, he grabbed Qin Xuan's head and slammed his own skull into it with immense force.

Hum, hum, hum!

In an instant, it felt as if billions of silver needles had pierced his skull, wildly shredding his mind. A tempest raged within Qin Xuan's brain, like a storm, scattering his consciousness into disarray.

Even his gaze became dull and unfocused.

"It's over! It's the Heavenly Soul Seal!"

Luo Xianxian, who was not far away, witnessed this scene, and a chill ran down her spine.

The Yuan Family Head, a powerhouse of the Quasi-Emperor Realm, was also known as Yuan Big-Head.

His most proficient skill was Soul-based attacks.

Luo Xianxian had not expected that, in order to make Qin Xuan lose consciousness, the Yuan Family Head would be so reckless as to collide with his own head.

This was the most direct and violent way to assault Qin Xuan's Soul.

Even with Qin Xuan's two great treasure techniques and numerous Cultivation Techniques at his disposal, without his consciousness to operate them, it was all futile.

Qin Xuan was in trouble!

"Do not waste the opportunity created by the Yuan Family Head; take this chance to execute Qin Xuan!"

"Kill!"

A Saint King Realm expert closest to him took the lead.

Qin Xuan, who was suspended in mid-air with a dull gaze, threw the heavenly desolation halberd almost as a conditioned reflex.

With a single strike of the halberd, he pinned that Saint King Realm expert firmly to the ground.

Not good!

The Yuan Family Head sensed that something was wrong and wanted to retreat back to the same camp as King Weiwu and the others.

"Isn't it a bit too late to leave now!?"

A hand covered in Azure Dragon scales gripped the Yuan Family Head's scapula tightly.

Qin Xuan shook his head, feeling dizzy, as if he were hungover.

A cruel, ferocious grin appeared on the corner of his mouth as he stared at the Yuan Family Head before him, laughing cruelly, "Is your head very hard? Others use blades, spears, and quasi-emperor artifacts to attack me, but you use your head to smash me?"

Thud, thud, thud!

Qin Xuan held the Yuan Family Head's head and, giving him a taste of his own medicine, smashed his own head against him over a hundred times within a single breath.

Both of them were battered and bleeding from their heads.

Qin Xuan looked even more wretched, his brain buzzing.

While colliding with the Yuan Family Head, his consciousness scattered time and time again.

It felt as if his brain was being shredded into tofu strips by those billions of silver needles.

Seeing this, Luo Xianxian kindly reminded him, "Yuan Big-Head is most proficient in Soul attacks. By doing this, you are only asking for trouble!"

The Yuan Family Head wanted to break free from Qin Xuan's restraint, but his arms, utilizing the True Dragon Precious Technique, were like iron pincers, preventing him from breaking free no matter how hard he tried.

He was not afraid, staring straight at the battered and bloody Qin Xuan, and coldly snorted, "With your current state, wanting to kill me is nothing but a pipe dream!"

"By abusing yourself like this, in the end, your consciousness will only scatter, and your Soul will be severely damaged."

Qin Xuan's gaze was dull, his eyeballs rolling around in their sockets as if he had lost his mind.

He subconsciously held onto the Yuan Family Head, continuing to slam his forehead against his, as if out of inertia.

A hundred times! A thousand times! Ten thousand times!

At first, King Weiwu and the others felt that Qin Xuan had been blinded by hatred, and they waited for him to exhaust his strength before reaping the battlefield.

The Yuan Family Head, even risking injury, continued to wash Qin Xuan's Soul with the Heavenly Soul Seal.

But as time passed, everyone was stunned.

Their gazes were dull, as if they had also suffered the impact of the Heavenly Soul Seal.

For they saw that Qin Xuan, with his skull shattered, face covered in blood mist, and consciousness scattered, had actually plucked his own head off his neck!

It seemed he felt that having his head on his neck hindered his ability to smash others.

The headless Qin Xuan held his own head in his hands, continuously and forcefully hammering it against the Yuan Family Head's skull.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The dull sounds were accompanied by the shattering of both skulls.

The Yuan Family Head was terrified, calling out in fear, "King Weiwu, save me!"

"This villain is simply a freak!"

"Save me!!!"

The head held by the headless Qin Xuan was grinning, repeatedly falling from high above.

"I'll let you be stubborn!"

"I'll let you sneak attack!"

"I'll let you attack my Soul!!"

"I want to see just how hard your skull is!"

Under the final, heavy, and powerful impact, Qin Xuan's shattered head was infused with endless Saint Yuan power, and as it hammered into the Yuan Family Head's skull, it exploded with a boom.

Boom—

The bloody shockwave sent both the headless Qin Xuan and the Yuan Family Head flying.

The Yuan Family Head, who was most skilled in Soul attacks, suffered this explosive impact deep within his skull; even a powerhouse of the Quasi-Emperor Realm could hardly withstand it.

Like a dead dog, he lay limp at the edge of the barrier, his legs twitching subconsciously, his pale pupils shaking violently.

Conversely, Qin Xuan, who had staggered to his feet amidst the ruins, pulled a brand-new head out from the bowl-sized scar on his neck.

His fingertips moved slightly, summoning the heavenly desolation halberd back.

He glanced in the direction of the Yuan Family Head, then looked at King Weiwu and the others, a cruel grin curling on his lips, "I've found a way to deal with you scum!"