Chapter 43: The Qin King's Deep Regret

Chapter 43: The Qin King's Deep Regret

The power of the ancient prison-suppressing tower is heaven-shocking; in the hands of The Great Demon God, it fully displays the dominance expected of a top-tier Sacred Artifact.

Its two-layered tower body, swirling with mist, acts like a giant millstone, repeatedly crushing the seven Saint Kings.

This is a dual oppression of both the Physical Body and the Saint Soul.

It is heart-wrenching and unbearable.

"No! How could it be like this!?" Qin Zhenbei coughs up Saint blood, his eyes bloodshot.

No matter what, he never imagined that things would develop to this current state.

The Great Demon God, holding the ancient prison-suppressing tower, is actually able to suppress seven Saint Kings.

Furthermore, under the pressure of Qin Xuan being on the verge of death, The Great Demon God has lost his reason.

Whether it is the Peak Master of Yaochi Sacred Land or his own only legitimate son, The Great Demon God has no intention of letting anyone go.

He truly wants to kill them all!

Crack—

Qin Zhenbei's body begins to shatter under the crushing force of the ancient prison-suppressing tower.

Before he can even use his Saint power to heal, the shattered wounds are crushed into powder once again.

Even his Saint Soul cannot withstand the humming vibrations of the ancient prison-suppressing tower, and cracks have actually appeared!

Qin Zhenbei has dominated the Ziyang Empire for countless years; this is the first time he has felt the crisis of death, and likewise, the first time he has experienced feelings of regret.

For the first time ever, he feels regret for his actions.

Perhaps he really was wrong!

If only he hadn't abandoned Qin Xuan in the past, and hadn't coveted the Supreme Bone within his body.

The current Qin Xuan would not have left the Qin Family, and certainly would not have become the target of public criticism.

Qin Xuan, even without a complete Supreme Bone, is more of a Prodigy than Qin Hao.

He was able to defeat Qin Hao, who was aided by a flood dragon pill, in three punches!

If he had the Supreme Bone, what kind of terrifying monster would Qin Xuan be?

Not only is his talent shocking and his combat power overwhelming, even his Opportunity makes him, a Saint King, feel fear.

This small tower, capable of suppressing the Saint King Realm, makes even him feel greedy.

If Qin Xuan were still in the Qin Family, he, as a father, would naturally be able to mobilize this small tower without any scruples.

With this small tower, what is there for him to fear in the Saint King Realm?

Even that person in the Ziyang Imperial Capital would have to fear him three times more!

"It's just that all of this cannot be undone!" Qin Zhenbei laments inwardly, full of sorrow.

"Everyone, do not hold back anymore. If this continues, we will all be severely injured!"

He roars in fury, covered in blood, gripping the Haotian Sword in his palm. His Sword Qi stretches for ninety thousand miles, sweeping across everything, looking down on everything.

The six Peak Masters of Yaochi Sacred Land exchange glances, sigh helplessly, and one after another take out their life-bound Sacred Artifacts.

They break free from the suppression of the ancient prison-suppressing tower.

This great battle is unavoidable.

Without defeating The Great Demon God, no one dares to kill Qin Xuan.

Otherwise, they will face assassination by a Peak Saint King Realm expert.

That is a terrifying consequence that no major power is willing to face.

"The Great Demon God, you have crossed the line!"

Deep within Yaochi Sacred Land, a cold shout rings out.

Immediately, within Yaochi Sacred Land, ten million large Formations shine brilliantly, one layer after another emerging from their dormant state.

The entire Yaochi Sacred Land is instantly bathed in radiant light, as if enveloped by countless giant, transparent glazed porcelain bowls.

These Saint-Grade Formations are the lifeline of Yaochi Sacred Land.

They are also the foundation of the Sacred Land.

Layer upon layer of Formations echo each other, stacking on top of one another.

Within these Formations, the auras of the six Peak Masters of Yaochi Sacred Land surge simultaneously, advancing further.

Deep within Yaochi Sacred Land, there is a figure of peerless elegance; with every gesture, ten million Saint-Grade Formations respond.

The vast power is like the Milky Way flowing backward, like a waterfall hanging straight down.

It pours down, surging towards the ancient prison-suppressing tower held by The Great Demon God.

Hum, hum, hum—hum, hum—hum!

The humming sound of the ancient prison-suppressing tower becomes increasingly faint under the washing of the surging Formation torrent.

It is temporarily suppressed by the Sacred Land Master of Yaochi Sacred Land, who gathers the power of the Formations, unable to manifest its power any longer.

"All Disciples of my Sacred Land are under the protection of the Sacred Land. Whoever kills my Disciples shall be punished, no matter how far away they are!"

That beautiful figure speaks coldly, unquestionable and resolute.

It is as if she is pronouncing Qin Xuan's dead end.

Qin Xuan, the person concerned, seems indifferent, straining his eyes to look into the distance, yet he still cannot see the appearance of the Sacred Land Master, as if the entire person is shrouded in a layer of mist.

He withdraws his gaze, looking at the no-longer-humming ancient prison-suppressing tower, not feeling disappointed, and mutters to himself, "Regardless, it is still an incomplete product. Being able to let Grandfather suppress seven Saint Kings, and being able to make the Sacred Land Master rely on the power of ten thousand Formations to contain it, this sense of oppression is worthy of its current status as a top-tier Sacred Artifact!"

The ancient prison-suppressing tower having such results has already exceeded Qin Xuan's expectations.

Temporarily saving Grandfather's life, his goal has already been achieved.

Ye Feng, seeing The Great Demon God being contained, urges the furious Elder Qing, "Elder Qing, The Great Demon God has been subdued. If not now, when will you kill Qin Xuan?!"

"Hahaha!" Elder Qing's eyes turn bloodshot, and he laughs looking up, "Today, everything I do is solely my own responsibility, Qing Xin, and has nothing to do with Yaochi Sacred Land!"

"The one who kills Qin Xuan is I, Qing Xin. Avenging my daughter is my inescapable duty! From today on, I, Qing Xin, sever ties with Yaochi Sacred Land and shall never return!"

He is determined to kill Qin Xuan, but he is unwilling to implicate Yaochi Sacred Land.

To avenge his daughter's death, even a Saint can fall!

Qing Xin does not waste any more words, turning into a stream of light and shooting towards Qin Xuan.

Outside Qingxue Pavilion, Mu Qingxue, including Senior Sister Ziyuan standing in the air, are both restrained by Sage Leijian and the Peak Master of Danding Peak, who transmit a warning, "With the Saint's decree upon us, Qin Xuan must die today. You must not interfere!"

"No, don't!"

Mu Qingxue is devastated; she discovers that even her voice is restrained, and she cannot even make a sound.

She can only watch as the Saint's figure arrives in front of Qin Xuan.

"Qin Xuan!"

Senior Sister Ziyuan screams in her heart, bloodshot veins appearing in her beautiful eyes.

At the Peak of the Heavenly Human Realm, she forces her Origin Power to surge backward, blood spilling from her mouth, yet she still cannot break through her mother's restraints.

"Go to hell!"

Elder Qing's palm, like a sharp blade, thrusts straight towards Qin Xuan's chest.

Just as the palm pierces his clothes and is about to penetrate Qin Xuan's skin, a barrier blocks Elder Qing's palm.

Elder Qing raises his eyes, looking at the creator of the barrier.

His eyes bloodshot, he looks at the beautiful figure of the Sacred Land Master who has appeared and spoken up for justice, devastated and furious, "Sacred Land Master, what is the meaning of this?"

"You stated clearly that Qin Xuan must die, yet now you stop me from killing him."

"Could it be that, fearing the power of The Great Demon God, even the Sacred Land Master of my Yaochi Sacred Land must go back on her word?"

"Today, Qin Xuan must die. I, Qing Xin, am willing to pay with my life for his!"

The Sacred Land Master of Yaochi Sacred Land speaks coldly, "Circumstances have changed."

Elder Qing turns a deaf ear, "It is a confirmed fact that Qin Xuan killed my beloved daughter; he admitted it himself. Today, I must kill him. Even if I am smashed to pieces, I must avenge Ninger. No matter what changes, can my Ninger come back to life?!"

He raises his palm, forms a fist seal, and smashes it fiercely towards Qin Xuan's head.

"Father!"

Suddenly, a soft call from behind causes the fist seal that Elder Qing has unleashed to come to an abrupt halt.

Qin Xuan's hair flies backward under the influence of the fist wind.

He calmly smooths back his messy hair.

He reaches out, presses his hand onto Elder Qing's dazed old face, and turns his face to the side.

Elder Qing looks at Qing Ning, who is drifting down from where the Saint Kings are battling. The endless killing intent in his eyes turns to astonishment, and finally, to wild joy.

His Ninger, she didn't die, she has come back to life?!