594 Kings’ Combined Attack
Qin Huai dispelled the powerful aura surrounding him, drawing the spiritual energy within himself.
Casually knocking on it, Qin Huai commented, “Its durability is remarkable, surpassing the strength of typical artifacts.”
He pondered its potential. Properly utilized, this king bone could become a powerful protective treasure. Even unrefined, if worn continuously, it could perhaps imbue a person with an aura, rendering common weapons ineffective against them.
Absorbed in thought, he wondered if combining these king bones could forge a formidable spirit item. Among his five organs, neither the spleen, associated with the poison king technique, nor the divine power book of a thousand creations had corresponding spirit items as he hadn’t found any suitable for them. But would the bones from these numerous ancient kings suffice?
As Qin Huai contemplated, murmurs and exclamations filled the air, especially around the King Bone Holy Altar’s peaks. The many ancient kings, who had been keen to discern Qin Huai’s combat abilities from his previous confrontation, had been utterly taken aback.
The instant defeat of an ancient king was an event even they, in their vast experiences within the spirit world, found astounding.
“I’ve always felt something extraordinary about that brat,” said the ancient king of the black tortoise clan.
All eyes turned to him, and the Qiong Qi clan’s ancient king asked, “What exactly did Brother Wu Shan perceive?”
Wu Shan, momentarily lost for words, finally exclaimed, “His strength… It’s beyond anything we’ve imagined!” He laughed, though there was a hint of disbelief in his mirth.
The white tiger clan’s ancient king remarked with a smirk, “Quite the cold jest, Brother.”
Stepping forward, the ancient king of the Qilin clan asserted, “Together, we will face this era’s prodigy. Alone, given our diminished state, I fear we stand no chance.”
It was seldom that these ancient kings lacked confidence. But Qin Huai, seemingly of dragon lineage, had showcased a power that dwarfed their own. The ease with which he defeated an ancient king had not only baffled them but had also instilled a hint of trepidation.
Recognizing the shared sentiment among his peers, the ancient king of the Qilin clan realized that, like him, many were deeply unsettled. As legends whispered among their descendants suggested, if this formidable foe remained unchecked, the dragon clan’s dominance could persist for thousands of years.
Perhaps, when this prodigy rises to power, the dragon clan will witness a resurrection, reclaiming their once lofty status and reigning supreme for countless millennia.
The ancient kings exchanged glances, and without further ado, a group of them launched their assault on Qin Huai. The bones within them – fingers, forearms, and ribs – stood out prominently.
Qin Huai regarded them with a composed gaze. There were seven in total, representing the dominant clans. Notably, the phoenix clan was represented by both a male and female. The rest of the clans, reminiscent of the prior four generations of fairies and the Qiong Clan’s Third Young Master, stood with one representative each.
Unified, the six royal clans began their intricate offensive.
“You’ve witnessed the skills of the younger generation. How about we now showcase ours?” Wu Shan of the black tortoise clan declared, his massive frame moving with surprising agility.
“Mountain River Chariot!” another voice rang out.
Suddenly, the earth beside Qin Huai heaved, forming a barrier resembling a heavy prison gate. The sheer force of the ancient kings made this defense considerably more potent than any shown by the future kings.
Suddenly, a massive fireball launched toward the white tiger ancient king. With a deft motion, he absorbed the fireball into his spear, intensifying its glow and casting distortions in the surrounding air.
The ancient phoenix king, recognizing the increasing threat, released the white tiger king, who then descended rapidly, spear aimed menacingly at Qin Huai.
“When the slaughter spear of the white tiger race merges with the underworld pillar, its power escalates to unimaginable heights. This is a beast-slaying technique,” a voice echoed in remembrance.
Historically, the eight royal clans, using their collective strength and the formidable Dragon Emperor, had vied for dominion over human territories. Their powerful combined attack technique was legendary and had killed countless foes. But as alliances formed and the world evolved, this legendary technique, once a symbol of unparalleled might, became a lost relic of history.
Watching the unfolding battle, the two phoenix kings regarded the white tiger king with cold assurance, seemingly confident that victory was already in their grasp.
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