235: Chapter 235 Xuanming Soul Devouring, Enemies Clash

Immediately, he stored the White Jade Flute prototype into his storage ring. If he wanted to use it in the future, he could refine it into a weapon at any time.

This item was more precious than ordinary weapon-refining materials. He looked around, scanning the surroundings.

The opportunity mentioned by the Elder of Sound Valley should be this thing. This Qin Realm was extremely dangerous.

"If I barge in blindly, I will face an even more dangerous situation..."

Hun Tiandi pondered silently. It was better to be cautious and search slowly; as for finding the cold jade ancient zither, there was no rush.

If that thing were so easy to find, Sound Valley certainly wouldn't be in such a difficult position.

They couldn't find it, and they couldn't take it out.

As Hun Tiandi moved forward slowly, in the inner layer of the Qin Realm, all kinds of spiritual wood that could be used to make musical instruments—maple, purple bamboo, and many other varieties—were all top-tier materials.

At this moment, however, in the rocky forest, a surge of energy swept through, accompanied by bursts of rumbling sounds.

Streaks of brilliant sword light shot out sharply, and trees that had grown for countless years were all blown to pieces.

As the sword light sprayed, a dark and cold mass of light followed behind, emitting wails like ghosts and wolves. It radiated an evil aura as it whistled through the air.

The sword light struck the black cloud, but only caused the black mist to tumble a few times before it swallowed and crushed the sword light.

Strangely, within the black cloud, countless souls seemed to be roaring and tumbling, looking extremely terrifying.

"Jie jie, this Young Master doesn't care if you are a rogue cultivator or someone from a great power; you can't hope to escape alive from my white bone skull."

"Enough nonsense. Hand over the weapon prototype and storage ring in your hand, and this Young Master will leave you an intact corpse."

"Otherwise, your soul will also be collected into the white bone skull..."

Within the black cloud, a young man smiled coldly, holding a strange white bone skull in his hand.

This skeleton emitted an evil aura and was white jade in color. Within its hollow eye sockets, a dark light flickered like two whirlpools, with countless souls roaring inside.

The skeleton's jaws opened and closed ferociously, emitting bursts of strange cries and a faint black light.

Just one look at it made it feel as if one's soul was being pulled out.

“Pah! You damned, shameless Tianyin Sect. Aren't you afraid someone will expose your dirty deeds? If you want my things, why don't you fight for them?”

“Today, if you want what's in my hands, you'll have to trade your life for it!”

An angry young man's longsword hummed. A look of deathly determination appeared on his face; he would never agree to hand over the items.

Wrapped in sharp sword light, he sped along while dodging the onslaught of the black cloud.

From the looks of it, this young man was only at the level of a high-tier Dou Ling, just a step away from breaking through to the Dou Wang level.

His clothes were torn, and he looked very disheveled, as if he had just experienced a tragic battle.

Chasing closely behind him was the Young Master of the Tianyin Sect, Xuan Ming, his face distorted with a cold, soul-devouring gaze.

Hun Tiandi explored forward carefully. Along the way, he saw many soul phantoms, like ghosts, flying and weaving through the mist.

“These are... soul bodies?” Hun Tiandi frowned, surprise in his eyes.

“Could it be people from Sound Valley who entered the inner Qin Realm to find the heavy treasure, the cold jade ancient zither, but unfortunately died? Their physical bodies dissipated, but because of the special nature of the Qin Realm, they survived as soul bodies.”

“Jie jie jie, if I devour these soul bodies, will the Soul Weapon Art break through to the second stage? The first stage, the Soul Crimson Sword, has long been perfected and cannot advance further.”

Looking at the soul bodies in the mist, he no longer hesitated.

“Crimson Sword Soul Slash!”

With a thought, the matchless Soul Crimson Sword in his sea of consciousness suddenly surged out, bursting into an infinite rain of Crimson Swords that charged into the mist to slaughter wildly.

Awooo... wooo...

The mist tumbled and surged. The roaring soul bodies were slain by the Soul Crimson Sword, turning into a sky full of flying light spots that were brought back by the returning sword rain.

Back in the sea of consciousness, he then activated the God Refining Art to absorb and refine the soul essence. Wisps of pure soul essence merged into the Crimson Sword.

The deep-red Soul Crimson Sword glowed with a rich light. In this way, he continued to slaughter souls and move forward.

Hun Tiandi felt the power of the Soul Crimson Sword constantly increasing, and his heart was filled with joy.

“Young Master, he can't run!”

On the other side, while the young man was fleeing frantically, two more black clouds appeared on his left and right ahead of him. They were the followers.

It turned out they had taken a detour ahead of time to cut off his escape on the spot.

Including Xuan Ming, the three of them had the young man trapped.

A look of determination to perish together appeared on the young man's cold face. He knew it would be difficult to escape this time.

Landing on a distant rock, he looked at the three of them with resentment.

“Come on! Today, even if I have to sacrifice my life, I won't let you lot off easily...”

“Wave-Breaking Sword Art, Ten Thousand Streams Surge!”

With a sharp shout and without a hint of hesitation, he mobilized all the Dou Qi in his body and poured it into the longsword in his hand, performing his strongest Dou Technique.

Clang!

The longsword in his hand hummed. Receiving the boost of Dou Qi, it burst with intense light, giving rise to a blue wave that circled the sword, forming a ferocious beast.

He charged at the two black clouds ahead. This life-or-death strike fueled by anger was quite terrifying, actually managing to forcibly shatter one of the black clouds.

A protector hidden within was crushed to pieces by the circling beast.

He didn't even have time to scream.

“You're looking for death! White Bone Soul Devour!”

Xuan Ming licked his lips, black light emitting from his eyes. The white bone skull in his hand glowed brightly as countless ferocious souls rushed toward the young man.

A scream rang out, and in an instant, the young man's trace vanished, dying on the spot.

The young man's soul was devoured by the white bone skull, causing its power to surge. Only a storage ring and a longsword remained on the ground.

Xuan Ming reached out and grabbed through the air, pulling a Jade Pipa from the storage ring that radiated rich energy fluctuations.

“Ridiculous. Do you think you can understand such a treasure? Only I, Xuan Ming, am worthy of owning it!”

After speaking, he looked at the protector beside him. This time, he had only brought two people into the Qin Realm.

Then, with a flash of light in his hand, the protector's soul was devoured.

Hum!

Just as Xuan Ming and the other were about to leave, a youth in a green robe walked out of the mist. An invisible rain of Crimson Swords circulated around him. The newcomer was Hun Tiandi.

Hun Tiandi, who had been slaughtering souls in the mist, was very happy.

Because he could feel that the Soul Crimson Sword in his sea of consciousness was just a sliver away from breaking through to the second stage of the Soul Weapon Art.

“Hmm? It's you.” As Hun Tiandi walked out of the mist, he happened to detect two auras ahead.

Looking up, it was indeed Xuan Ming of the Tianyin Sect. The first time was at the Alchemist Trade Fair, where the two had a conflict over a page of golden paper.

The second time was at Tianmen Mountain, where Xuan Ming had set a trap to scheme against Hun Tiandi. Unfortunately, not only did he lose the nine dragon fangtian ancient jade, but he also didn't even see him.

This time in the Sound Valley's Qin Realm, the two were truly fated.

“Jie jie. There is a path to heaven that you won't take, yet you barge into hell where there is no door. We really are fated; this time, you won't escape alive!”

Xuan Ming laughed sinisterly with a look of excitement. He had already seen Hun Tiandi earlier when he was setting up a stall in the Sound Valley Maple Leaf Forest.

He had thought that Hun Tiandi wouldn't enter the Forbidden Realm of Qin.

“Yes, this time don't even think about leaving. Our grievances will be settled here in this Qin Realm. A duel to the death!”

Hun Tiandi said coldly. Having been caused trouble several times, he was thoroughly enraged.

He withdrew his soul power and stared coldly at Xuan Ming.

“Xuan Yi, kill him! When enemies meet, there is only slaughter!”

Xuan Ming shouted coldly, then let Xuan Yi beside him take action. Xuan Yi mobilized a matchless black cloud, and wailing souls emitting a freezing aura pounced toward Hun Tiandi.