Chapter 85: Invincible in the Same Realm! Brutalizing the Son of Prince Ning

Chapter 85: Invincible in the Same Realm! Brutalizing the Son of Prince Ning

Veins bulged on Qin Xuan's forehead as he lunged forward, disappearing from his original spot.

When he reappeared, he was less than a zhang away from Ning Wuya.

Manic Yuan Qi whistled and roared, causing even the space itself to hum.

"Angry, you are angry!"

"I really like that expression of yours."

Ning Wuya laughed maniacally, his ink-black pupils beginning to swirl in a bizarre fashion.

A spinning black vortex appeared in front of Qin Xuan.

Pop!

Like a clay ox entering the sea, after entering the vortex, Qin Xuan appeared a thousand zhang away from Ning Wuya in the blink of an eye.

"In front of me, you are like an ant; you can't even get close to me!"

Ning Wuya's mouth twisted into an even more savage grin. He stared at Qin Xuan, his gaze bloodthirsty as he said, "Why don't you just obediently kneel before me and let me take your head."

The shift in the situation made Mu Qingxue's heart tighten. She clenched her small fists and said angrily, "This isn't fair! By what right do they suppress Qin Xuan's Sacred Artifact!"

"Ning Wuya is at the Peak of the Yin-Yang Realm. He is relying on his Realm advantage to bully Qin Xuan!"

"This arena match, it's not worth fighting!"

Luo Xinyi was equally dissatisfied, but she saw the reality clearly and said helplessly, "The entire Ziyang Empire belongs to the royal family, let alone this small arena match. The rules are set by the royal family; we have no right to object."

In the spectator stands, Shangguan Ying's large, watery eyes were filled with worry. She tugged on Shangguan Zhong's arm and cried out, "Father, please save Young Master Qin, please save Young Master Qin!"

Shangguan Zhong's eyes were filled with anxiety, but he could only sigh helplessly without responding.

Shangguan Si gritted her teeth and said, "Without the suppression of the two Sacred Artifacts, Young Master Qin's strength is greatly reduced. Not to mention that he is facing Ning Wuya right now; that mutated ocular technique is even more brutal than when my brother was alive!"

In the spectator stands, some experts who couldn't bear to watch spoke up, "Qin Xuan, just admit defeat!"

"As long as you admit defeat, you won't have to die here!"

"..."

They also couldn't stand Ning Wuya's cruelty, but since the other party was the Son of Prince Ning, they could only persuade Qin Xuan to yield and not fall on the arena to be slaughtered.

Ning Wuya hunched his body, laughing until his whole body trembled. He crossed his arms and lowered his head, speaking maniacally, "Did you hear that? They are all telling you to admit defeat. They think that as long as you admit defeat, you can survive."

Suddenly, Ning Wuya looked up again. His pair of ink-black pupils had completely turned blood-red. He stared straight at Qin Xuan and asked back, "But do you think that's possible!?"

Qin Xuan twisted his neck, his gaze icy cold, "You think you've already won?"

This Ning Wuya appeared terrifying, but in reality, he was just a madman controlled by his Heterochromic Eyes.

As a great villain, could he really be suppressed by a madman like Ning Wuya?

Without the ancient prison-suppressing tower and the heavenly desolation halberd, it only meant he could no longer rely on the power of Sacred Artifacts to contend against Saints.

It did not mean that a mere Yin-Yang Realm could act presumptuously in front of him!

Swish!

Qin Xuan's figure flashed, his Yuan Qi exploded, and the space roared.

He was like an ancient ferocious bird, constantly breaking the sound barrier, his speed increasing to a level that even those in the Heavenly Human Realm found inconceivable.

"Stupid, too stupid!" Ning Wuya sneered, "However, the stupider you are, the more pleasurable it is to toy with you."

His blood-red Heterochromic Eyes began to swirl again.

In front of the charging Qin Xuan, another black vortex appeared.

"Five-Layer Light Smoke Palm!"

Qin Xuan casually struck out with a palm.

That black vortex, like the cloak of an invisible person, was wiped away in an instant.

You must know, the "Five-Layer Light Smoke Palm" was a true Saint Grade Cultivation Technique.

It wasn't just something that could remove the skirts and socks of a Daughter of Luck; it could even wipe away space-shifting vortexes.

"Mountain-Shaking Fist!"

Qin Xuan reached Ning Wuya, stomped his feet on the ground, and gathered the Yuan Qi from his entire body into his shoulder blades.

His spine was like a great Dragon.

Using his own flesh and bone to drive the strength of his entire body, he threw a punch.

Crackle—

The surrounding space began to shatter.

Ning Wuya pushed out his palms maniacally. On his fair palms, two blood-red pupils actually appeared.

It was as if his eyeballs were attached to his palms.

Whoosh—

A manic suction force erupted from Ning Wuya's palms.

The Mountain-Shaking Fist, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas, had nine-tenths of its force forcibly dissipated by those palms in an instant.

Ning Wuya said mockingly, "Why is your fist imprint so soft? Compared to me without taking any virility pills, it's far too weak."

Qin Xuan gave a malicious sneer, "Then I'll let you see something harder."

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

In his chest cavity, the Hongmeng Bone derived from the Chaos Hongmeng Body began to resonate.

Obscure energy, treacherous and unpredictable, gathered on his fist imprint.

Qin Xuan threw another Mountain-Shaking Fist.

Ning Wuya pushed out with his palms again.

The moment the fist and palms met, Ning Wuya's pupils contracted violently.

That obscure energy couldn't even be absorbed by his Heterochromic Eyes. The moment they touched, his eyes stung, bled, and he hurriedly retracted his palms.

Boom—

This punch from Qin Xuan landed solidly on Ning Wuya's chest.

The earth shook and the mountains swayed; the ground collapsed.

The ground under Qin Xuan's feet collapsed inch by inch, sinking downwards, with dense cracks spreading out in all directions.

Bang— Ning Wuya's body, like a skyrocket, shot straight into the clouds, reaching ten thousand zhang into the sky, his ribs shattered countless times in his chest cavity.

"Don't you like to play? I'll let you play to your heart's content!"

Qin Xuan stomped his feet and leaped up.

Like a ghost, he burst through the air.

As light as a phantom, he stepped on the space multiple times with extreme speed.

In the spectator stands, someone sharp-eyed recognized this Cultivation Technique and said in horror, "This is the Nether Eight Steps!"

"It is a Saint Grade Cultivation Technique of the Mingyue Dynasty. Not only can it more than double one's speed, but it can also lock down space."

"First the Fist Ancestor's Mountain-Shaking Fist, and now the Nether Eight Steps. Just how many Saint Grade Cultivation Techniques has this guy Qin Xuan studied? Has he truly mastered them all to Major Achievement!?"

For ordinary people, obtaining even one of these Saint Grade Cultivation Techniques is as difficult as ascending to heaven; they lack such Opportunity.

Who would have thought that in Qin Xuan's hands, they are dazzlingly numerous, and from beginning to end, none are repeated.

Furthermore, he has gained deep insights into every Saint Grade Cultivation Technique, to the point where even some quasi-Saints, and even Saints, feel inferior!

Qin Xuan, who had soared to the same height as Ning Wuya, turned a deaf ear to them and stared at him with an evil, domineering gaze.

"Moro River-Severing!"

Another Saint Grade Cultivation Technique, created by a Demon Scorpion Saint King.

Of course, this Cultivation Technique was also extorted by Qin Xuan from Leng Li.

He swept out a leg whip, like the tail of a Demon Scorpion swinging.

Earth-shattering, enough to sever rivers and split seas.

Ning Wuya, who was struck, kept shattering space as he was sent flying backwards.

Qin Xuan activated the Nether Eight Steps, chasing the stars and the moon, and whenever Ning Wuya's speed decreased, he would follow up and accelerate him.

Every move was Saint Grade.

None were repeated.

He beat Ning Wuya within the locked space like a deflated ball, causing him to burst around wildly in all directions.

Thud!

Until Qin Xuan got annoyed and stomped heavily on Ning Wuya's abdomen, kicking him into the center of the arena.

Ning Wuya stood up in the deep pit, disheveled, his eyes blood-red, with no trace of his former mania.

Qin Xuan stepped on the ground, approaching step by step, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted as he asked back, "Why aren't you laughing anymore?"