At this moment, Qin Chen, who was originally clad in white, had his white garments nearly dyed red with blood, which is why they call him the "Blood-Clothed Youth."
"Qin Chen can actually wield the strength to battle the Heavenly Origin Realm?!"
The Master of Jinglong Mansion couldn’t believe the scene before him was real.
The Heavenly Origin Realm was an existence far beyond reach.
"Mou Zhu, save me!!!"
Suddenly, from the battlefield between Qin Wen and Mo Mingdao, a terrified roar from Mo Mingdao was heard.
As Mo Mingdao’s screams echoed,
Everyone’s gaze shifted in that direction.
Mo Mingdao, now covered in wounds, looking completely disheveled!
Totally lacking the demeanor of a powerful warrior.
Seeing the famously formidable Mo Mingdao of the Blood Continent Islands turned into such a state, many felt a mix of pity and dismay in their hearts.
Most importantly, Mo Mingdao’s injuries were getting worse, and Qin Wen’s attacks were becoming increasingly ferocious.
There were several times when Qin Wen was close to beheading Mo Mingdao.
It seemed that feeling himself on the verge of being killed by Qin Wen, Mo Mingdao could no longer contain himself and let out a shriek of terror.
Mo Mingdao had thought, once Mou Zhu killed Qin Chen, he would come to his aid.
But to his surprise, dozens of rounds passed and Mou Zhu still hadn’t killed Qin Chen.
Seeing Mo Mingdao of the Earth Element Eighth Layer being beaten to such a state by Qin Wen of the Earth Element Seventh Layer,
Mou Zhu’s gaze turned cold, and he couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
Although he cursed this way, he knew that Mo Mingdao could not die.
It wasn’t because Mo Mingdao was his benefactor, but Mou Zhu knew that if Mo Mingdao died, freeing up Qin Wen to deal with him, then he would certainly be in trouble.
"Get out of my way!!!"
Mou Zhu roared, and the Elemental Power within him burst forth like a fountain, finally furiously condensing into countless Primordial Power Meteorites.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Then, these Primordial Power Meteorites, formed by Mou Zhu’s Elemental Power, started to rain down fiercely on Qin Chen’s position like a torrential storm.
Qin Chen’s gaze flickered, manically executing the Big Movement Step, dodging the barrage of Primordial Power Meteorites from Mou Zhu.
Those Primordial Power Meteorites that missed Qin Chen directly fell onto Demon Heart Island.
The entire Demon Heart Island was filled with the incessant sound of explosions.
Until, at last, it seemed the island could no longer withstand the impact of such Primordial Power Meteorites, and most of the land collapsed.
In turn, the waters of the Endless Sea surged in instantly.
A great expanse of Demon Heart Island, the lair of the Dismantling Demon Sect, was swallowed up by the Endless Sea in an instant.
Those around watched, their hearts racing with shock.
This is what a true powerhouse is.
With the merest gesture, they can destroy the heavens and the earth!
And at this moment, to dodge the countless Primordial Power Meteorites from Mou Zhu,
Qin Chen’s form had to rapidly shift.
Taking advantage of this moment, Mou Zhu broke free from Qin Chen’s entanglement and sped towards Mo Mingdao.
In his hands, a massive Fist Power was already accumulating.
Gazing at Qin Wen’s back, a cold gleam passed through Mou Zhu’s eyes.
Seeing Mou Zhu escape his grasp and advance towards his father,
Qin Chen’s expression suddenly changed.
"I have to use that move."
At that time, Qin Chen suddenly clenched his teeth hard.
"Minor Hell Technique, Yin Soul Hell!!!"
At that moment, as Qin Chen’s roar descended,
the sky above Demon Heart Island instantly changed color.
Numerous cold hurricanes swept up,
turning the whole world into a netherworld hell in an instant!
Gloomy! Chilling! Eerie!
The next moment, a full hundred Yin Souls manifested out of thin air.
The cold winds that blew over these hundred Yin Souls were so fierce that even the naked eye could sense their haunting presence.
"What kind of technique is this!?"
"Hell! How come I feel like the sky above Demon Heart Island has turned into an actual hell?!"
This scene instantly provoked countless exclamations of shock.
Even Mou Zhu felt his scalp tingle with horror at this moment.
Because those Yin Souls were already swooping towards him.
A hundred Yin Souls coming at him caused Mou Zhu’s pupils to dilate in shock.
Mou Zhu didn’t know what method Qin Chen had used,
but he knew that it was definitely not simple.
In an instant, he had to shift his attack focus and released all his Cultivation, striking fiercely at the hundred Yin Souls.
"Yin Soul Hell, a hundred Yin Souls, imprison them!!!"
Because at that moment, he felt the Weakness Period of the Divine Demon Blood Burning Technique was about to arrive.
The Minor Hell Technique, as a Saint Inheritance Technique, was already in Qin Chen’s possession.
But he had never been able to deploy it until now.
This time, after using the Divine Demon Blood Burning Technique to raise his Cultivation to the Earth Element Eighth Layer, Qin Chen could barely exercise it.
The Minor Hell Technique was divided into three great hells,
with Yin Soul Hell being the First Level.
Yin Soul, Fierce Ghost, Asura.
Each type of ghost possessed their unique methods.
And for the Yin Souls, that method was... Imprisonment!
Like a Trapping Formation, they would trap you, rendering you immobile.
At such a moment, executing Yin Soul Hell was undoubtedly most appropriate.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
At this moment, the hundred Yin Souls let out a bizarre cry that made people’s skin crawl with terror and their scalps tingle.
Mou Zhu turned pale at this moment.
The hundred Yin Souls climbed onto his body, writhing around him, and even as a powerful Heavenly Origin Realm expert, he felt his hair standing on end.
Mou Zhu desperately executed his own techniques to eradicate the Yin Souls crawling on him.
Mou Zhu’s strength was indeed extraordinary.
Those Yin Souls were no match for him.
With several punches, he wiped out quite a few.
However, precisely because of this, Mou Zhu was also restrained by Qin Chen.
Seeing Mou Zhu tangled up, Mo Mingdao’s expression changed dramatically, and he couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
"Mo Mingdao, hand over my Dantian!!"
Qin Wen roared in rage, his broadsword slashing down furiously.
"You still want your Dantian?!"
"I can tell you the truth; your Dantian is not in my hands. Even if you kill me today, you won’t get it!"
Mo Mingdao retorted with a sneer.
Upon hearing this, although Qin Wen had anticipated it, his expression still changed.
"If you want your Dantian, go ask the elders of that clan from back then!"
Mo Mingdao started to laugh madly, his voice filled with hysteria.