Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Thousand-Year Sorcerer’s Soul
Because it was scorched by blazing fire, the giant snake writhed in agony, twisting its body into a pretzel shape.
Seeing the giant snake he had conjured up, set aflame by Qin Feng with the Xuanhuang True Fire, Kitahara Keisuke panicked.
After all, the energy of The Undead that formed this giant snake had been released from his Dantian; it was the culmination of his decades of cultivation.
Now, the giant snake was on fire.
What was burning wasn’t just the snake’s body—it was his decades of cultivation!
"I’ll fight you with everything I’ve got!"
Kitahara Keisuke picked up the Human Bone Staff and, like a mad wild dog, charged at Qin Feng, thrusting the staff fiercely towards Qin Feng’s chest.
As he thrust it, the staff suddenly became as sharp as a spear.
Qin Feng turned his palm into a blade and, with the speed of lightning, chopped down at the spearhead of the incoming staff.
"Crack!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the staff was chopped into two pieces.
"Ah! I will take you down with me!"
Kitahara Keisuke grabbed Qin Feng, clinging to him like an octopus, wrapping around him tightly. Meanwhile, he started mumbling incantations under his breath.
The giant snake, riddled with holes by the Little Golden Dragons, suddenly hissed loudly and, with a violent flick of its tail, coiled around both Qin Feng and Kitahara Keisuke.
At that moment, the Xuanhuang True Fire was still burning on the snake’s body.
Kitahara Keisuke picked up the broken Human Bone Staff and stabbed it into his own chest, then muttered a strange incantation.
Immediately after, a green flame spewed out, mingling with the Xuanhuang True Fire Qin Feng had released earlier.
The two flames met and quickly engulfed both of them.
Kitahara Keisuke’s body caught fire, crackling fiercely.
The searing pain of the fire did not force him to let go of Qin Feng; he still clung to Qin Feng determinedly, intent on perishing together.
But what shocked Kitahara Keisuke were his Sorcerer’s flames, conjured with his own life, could not seem to ignite Qin Feng’s body.
After all, Sorcerer’s fire was capable of melting even gold!
How could it be ineffective against this young man?
Kitahara Keisuke only intended to die together with Qin Feng in the flesh.
Once their physical forms were reduced to ash, he planned to devour Qin Feng’s soul with his own Sorcerer’s Soul, thereby avoiding Qin Feng’s Heaven Yang Qi.
To Kitahara Keisuke, a body was merely a shell.
This crippled shell he had was one he had taken over ten years ago, and he had long wanted to replace it.
As long as his Sorcerer’s Soul remained, Kitahara Keisuke would not die!
On the surface, Kitahara Keisuke was the sixth disciple of Lord Yoshida, outwardly a mere fourth-grade wizard, but in reality, he had stolen the Thousand-Year Sorcerer’s Soul from Reaper Mountain.
Just that at the moment, Kitahara Keisuke lacked the ability to control that Thousand-Year Sorcerer’s Soul.
Someday, if he could control it, his strength would break through the ninth grade and become that of a Sorcerer Immortal.
He would become more formidable than the number one wizard of Sakura Country, the ninth-grade Grand Sorcerer—his own master, Lord Yoshida!
Seeing that the Sorcerer’s fire couldn’t harm Qin Feng’s flesh, Kitahara Keisuke instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and drifted away.
Qin Feng saw the green smoke drift away and, of course, recognized that it was Kitahara Keisuke’s Sorcerer’s Soul, even noticing that it was mingled with the Thousand-Year Sorcerer’s Soul.
With his current strength, Qin Feng was unable to stop Kitahara Keisuke from escaping.
Even more so, Qin Feng was very aware that if Kitahara Keisuke truly mastered that Thousand-Year Sorcerer’s Soul, he would certainly be no match for him.
As the firelight faded, Qin Feng stood alone on the spot, and the body of Kitahara Keisuke, who had been clutching him, had turned to ash.
Seeing Qin Feng reappear before her eyes, Song Sisi rushed over and hugged him tightly.
"You... you bastard, you scared me to death!"
"Are you okay?"
As Song Sisi scolded, she showed her concern, feeling all over Qin Feng’s body with her small hands, thoroughly checking him over.
"I’m fine."
After confirming Qin Feng was unharmed, Song Sisi, with a puzzled face, asked, "What about the wizard?"
Qin Feng pointed to the pile of black ash on the ground and said, "Turned to ash."
That was when Jian Haiyang arrived.
Hearing that the wizard had been burned to ash, he thought the danger had passed, and the jealousy buried in his heart emerged again.
Pointing at Qin Feng’s nose, he demanded, "Did you kill someone?"
"Did I kill someone? How come I don’t know about this?"
"You killed just now that wizard!"
"Are you sure that wizard was human?" Qin Feng pointed to the pile of ash on the ground and said with a laugh, "Forensic Doctor Jian, you’re a forensic expert. If it were a human body that had been burned to ash, would it look like this?"
Eager to secure irrefutable evidence, to get Qin Feng locked up, Jian Haiyang crouched down and began his examination.
He picked up a handful of ash, smelled it in front of his nose, then rubbed it between his fingers.
After his manipulation, he was shocked.
This ash was not human cremains at all, but the remains of burnt paper.
