443 A Silent Battlefield
Qin Huai hurled both fists forward, the black light emanating from them carried an aura of deadly destruction.
Tang Xinglong’s long hair flew back, and his eyes suddenly turned a bloodshot red. “Qingzhou City, lion spirit mountain seal!”
His two fists overlapped, releasing a massive phantom. However, the moment the phantom materialized, it seemed to lose much of its energy. Its light was faint, lacking the previous intimidating aura.
Bang!
With a loud crash, the two fists collided. The mountain seals were instantly obliterated by Qin Huai’s poison dragon shock.
Tang Xinglong spat out a mouthful of blood. He had anticipated that upon stepping on Qingzhou City, his mountain seal’s power would multiply. However, now, with his Qingzhou City’s collapse, his seal’s power diminished to less than ten percent. All boosts were ineffective.
“Illusion realm fist!” Qin Huai thrust another fist forward, causing the air to tremble.
Tang Xinglong’s gaze became blurry, as if his soul had been displaced.
Bang!
Suddenly, Tang Xinglong’s vision filled with singing birds and blooming flowers, a peaceful quietude enveloping him. However, moments later, his hair stood on end.
“Break!” he bellowed.
In the distant Qingzhou City, a hint of power seemed to descend from afar. With a loud crash, the illusion realm shattered, and he released the mountain seal once more.
Then, a manor descended from the sky.
“Prefecture overseer’s manor, seal of surrender!”
Boom!
A flash of white light streaked the sky, and Qin Huai tilted his head back, releasing a sound reminiscent of a dragon’s roar.
“Tiger roar, dragon roar!” he called out.
A wave of light that seemed almost solid shot out from Qin Huai’s mouth. It was like a thick, invisible barrier that soared into the sky. The manor landed swiftly, collapsing upon impact.
Bang!
Qin Huai turned his calm gaze to Tang Xinglong, “Is this the strength of my so-called archenemy?”
At that moment, Tang Xinglong’s face flushed bright red. “Zhou Cunzhong!” he bellowed, wings appearing to sprout from his back.
Before he could throw another punch, a strong gust swept in. Qin Huai had already appeared in front of him using the wind breath technique’s gale steps.
Qin Huai pointed his finger forward, his face calm and stoic. “Tiger wolf, bloody finger.”
The murderous energy filling the sky condensed on his fingertip, which instantly pierced through Tang Xinglong’s forehead. With a crash, Tang Xinglong’s aura disintegrated. The light in his eyes began to dim.
He tilted his head slightly, looking at the pitch-black sky, muttering to himself, “How did I get here? How did this happen? We were supposed to be fated enemies. Why is there such a huge difference? What is this?”
Tang Xinglong, surprisingly resilient, looked at Qin Huai.
“I have the emperor’s force,” Qin Huai responded, indifferent. He looked at the gray wings on Tang Xinglong’s back and thought, “A descendant of the eight virtuous kings?”
“Emperor’s force… So it wasn’t just a legend?” Tang Xinglong murmured.
Qin Huai didn’t respond. The wind from his fist surged forward. With a loud sound, Tang Xinglong’s head burst apart.
“Ding! You have collected a [Mountain Mantra Essence (Red)], [Mountain Mantra] experience points +500,000!”
“Ding! You have collected a [Grey Roc Bloodline Technique Essence (Red)], [Grey Roc Bloodline Technique] experience points +500,000!”
“Ding! You have collected…”
Various notifications echoed in Qin Huai’s mind, informing him about his increased experience points. His surrounding black dragon world closed instantly.
On the battlefield, everyone was fixated on the decisive battle shrouded in darkness. They were eager to witness the final clash between the two strongest contenders of Qingzhou.
In fact, the moment Qin Huai activated the black dragon world, everyone paused to observe, not wanting to miss this pivotal moment. After all, the war had essentially begun because of these two.
“Will Brother Zhou win?” She Wanshan asked, hugging the blood-covered Fang Huo.
“I don’t know. It depends on the number of inheritances Brother Zhou has received…” Fang Huo confessed, lacking certainty.
“It’s very difficult,” Le Ji’an stated rationally. “After all, this is happening within the boundaries of Qingzhou City. That Tang Xinglong can borrow the city’s power.”
Xiang Mingfeng also spoke up. “This battle might drag on. Their physical abilities and combat prowess are unquestionable. But considering Brother Zhou, who has the inheritance of the emperor, and Tang Xinglong, who considers Qingzhou City as his king’s force, they seem to be long-standing rivals.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the black curtain disappeared instantly, revealing a headless body lying on the ground. Qin Huai stood in the center of the battlefield with fresh blood splattered on the ground, just like his usual killing style.
The battlefield fell into a deadly silence.
“Tang Xinglong… Is he dead?” Le Ji’an asked in disbelief, his eyes wide. No one had anticipated the battle to end so quickly.
“It seems… it lasted less than a hundred breaths,” She Wanshan murmured, his voice trembling.
“Young Master!” Gao He cried out in sorrow, his cry echoing in the battlefield.
Suddenly, a surge of power rushed toward Qin Huai, Xiang Mingfeng, and the others.
“Zhou Cunzhong, you will pay with your life!” Gao He threatened, his eyes almost bulging out. He reached out, and a phantom of a golden ancient bell descended from the sky.
“Brother Zhou, be careful!”
From Qin Huai’s hand, a black dragon pearl was tossed toward the charging Gao He. The small black dragon pearl didn’t catch much attention until it exploded, releasing a dragon’s roar that seemed to rock the world. The energy of a visceral prefecture realm expert erupted.
Boom!
The black dragon pearl transformed into a vast sphere that covered several hundred meters radius. Everything within it – weapons, clothes, and lives – was obliterated. With one explosion, a thousand injured people vanished quietly.
At the same time, the ancient bell phantom heading towards Qin Huai also shattered.
“Zhou Cunzhong!” Gao He roared furiously. His robe was torn, and he was drenched in blood. The killing intent in his heart reached its peak. His young master’s death meant he had to pay with his life!
A second ancient bell descended from the sky. With a dull bell sound, Qin Huai’s vision blurred, and he seemed to freeze on the spot.
The ancient bell crashed down, burying him completely.