642 Divine Tiger Spear
The ‘divine gift’ of golden rain from Qin Huai seemed to be a blessing to the Sacred Heart Sect warriors on Blood Beast Mountain. This extraordinary rain was brimming with life energy, comparable to the rejuvenating effects of a vitality pill for a novice martial artist.
But Qin Huai had other plans.
His army of blood beasts circled the unsuspecting Sacred Heart Sect warriors, their overwhelming presence casting a foreboding shadow. The next moment, the mountain echoed with brief screams before an eerie silence took over.
Qin Huai swiftly added 3,072 blood beasts to his ranks. Within moments, the once heavily guarded Blood Beast Mountain was under Qin Huai’s control.
These blood beasts, bearing the formidable instincts of the six royal clans, proved to be more manageable for Qin Huai compared to the king corpse. Their inherent combat abilities made them efficient tools of war, eliminating the need for intricate individual control.
Qin Huai’s perception expanded to cover the entire secret realm. Battles raged across the land, primarily centered around the ruins of a massive city.
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In front of this dilapidated city wall, the six royal clans’ experts coldly eyed the three sects’ warriors trapped in an open wasteland. The exposed area offered no cover, making it a prime hunting ground for the royal clans.
Third Young Master Qiong remarked to his companions, “The secret realm truly is advantageous. Here, disparities between martial artists narrow rapidly, preventing unfair advantages.”
Ding Chuan, the head disciple from the four great academies, stood in contrast. Dressed in a blood-soaked blue robe with an injured arm, he responded, “Had you not breached the rules and ambushed the mountain, the outcome might have been different.”
Bai Shiquan’s expression was cold. “Still hung up on rules, are we? If rules mattered during combat, who would ever be defeated?”
The Buddhist Flower Demon Monk, wearing a golden kasaya and looking enchantingly unique, replied calmly, “Perhaps you should worry about defeating us first.”
Suddenly, the Flower Demon Monk’s demeanor changed. His seductive face turned fierce, making him seem like a dragon awakened from its slumber. Without warning, he charged into the crowd.
An elder from one of the clans tried to block him, but to no avail. With a swift motion, the Flower Demon Monk’s sharp hand blade sliced through the elder, causing blood to splatter dramatically.
Bang!
Those who tried to help the elder were no match for the Flower Demon Monk, regardless of whether they used mortal strength or divine weapons.
Observers from the six royal clans were astonished. “How can someone in the blood refinement realm harness divine powers?”
An elder from the black tortoise clan explained, “Don’t panic. That monk possesses the legendary dragon-subduing Arhat body of the Buddhist Sect. Essentially, he’s the reincarnation of a dragon-slaying figure. This grants him the ability to slice through anything, including our prized weapons.”
Hearing this, the crowd gasped in astonishment, especially the black tortoise elder, whose armor had been previously shattered by the monk.
Boom!
Yet, with impressive strength, he tore the blood illusion apart, causing the sounds of roaring tigers and dragons to echo throughout the realm.
Bai Shiquan, not to be outdone, sneered, “Let’s see how strong this representative of the Buddhist Sect truly is.” As he spoke, a blood-red spear materialized before him, reminiscent of a spear previously wielded by Qin Huai.
Those within its vicinity felt their eyes turn red, their breaths grow heavy, and their minds cloud with rage. This new technique was a result of Bai Shiquan’s many interactions with Qin Huai.
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