39: Chapter 39: Another Evolution, the Billion Soul Banner!!

Black mist surged to the heavens, filled with a ghastly, ghostly aura.

The main Peak of the Divine Island, once wreathed in auspicious clouds, had now transformed into an Asura purgatory.

That massive banner, expanding in the wind, blocked out the sky and sun.

The shadow it cast loomed over the hearts of everyone present.

"No! Divine Son, spare us!"

"We are your Clan Uncles! How dare you!"

Those few Grand Elders of the branch families were scared out of their wits.

At this moment, they no longer possessed even a shred of the demeanor of experts.

They burned their essence blood desperately.

Hoping to escape the coverage of that black mist.

Yet, locked in by that nine netherworld aura.

The surrounding space seemed to have turned into a quagmire.

No matter how they struggled, they could not move an inch.

Furthermore.

Qin Huangtian and Su Zhilan, those two Peak Great Emperors, were presiding over the scene.

Escape?

As if they could!

Qin Yu stood upon the high platform, holding the banner in one hand, his gaze as cold as ice.

"Clan Uncles?"

"When you colluded with outsiders to plot against me, did you ever think of yourselves as my Clan Uncles?"

"Since you have done wrong, you must pay the price."

"It just so happens that my banner is missing a few main souls. Using your souls for Soul Refining is not exactly beneath you."

Before his voice had even faded, Qin Yu violently shook the large banner in his hand.

"Woooo—"

A shrill, ghostly shriek rang out.

Countless pale, bony claws reached out from the black mist.

In an instant, they latched onto the ankles of those Elders, forcibly dragging them into the banner.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by the scalp-numbing sound of bones shattering.

Several Elders who were capable of dominating a region in the outside world.

Were swallowed by the black mist in the blink of an eye, not even leaving a scrap behind.

Leaving behind only a string of desperate echoes reverberating across the plaza.

At this moment.

Qin Chuan, who was lying in the center of the plaza, having lost his eyes and looking like a useless dog.

Heard the commotion around him.

Trembling all over, relying on his last shred of perception.

He shrieked miserably toward the direction of the VIP seats:

"Gu Changge! Save me!"

"You promised to keep me alive! You have a World-Breaking Talisman in your hand, save me and get me out of here!"

"As long as I don't die, I will tell you the secret of that lineage!"

That was his final straw.

Gu Changge sat there, holding a new wine cup in his hand.

His expression was calm and gentle.

Facing Qin Chuan's heart-rending plea for help.

Or, one could even say, accusation.

He did not even lift an eyelid.

"Fellow Daoist, you can eat anything, but you cannot just say anything."

Gu Changge shook his head gently, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and pity:

"My Gu Family has always acted uprightly and behaved honorably. How could I have any connection with a treacherous villain like you who betrayed his clan?"

"If you want to die, then die; do not make false accusations and tarnish Gu's reputation."

With a single sentence, he directly sentenced Qin Chuan to death.

"You! Gu Changge!"

"You hypocrite! I am not reconciled!"

Qin Chuan let out a desperate roar, his voice full of malice and regret.

Being used as a tool, being sold out.

And in the end, being kicked away like trash.

"Noisy!"

Qin Yu lost his last shred of patience.

With a wave of his hand, the nine netherworld bone banner descended over his head.

Qin Chuan's smug face, which had always thought itself extraordinary.

Rapidly twisted and melted in the black mist.

"Absorb!"

Boom!

As Qin Chuan's Divine Soul was forcibly extracted.

The giant banner shook violently, erupting with an excited hum.

This was the nourishment of a Divine Soul from a Double-Pupil bearer, plus several Saint Realm experts.

For this demonic weapon, it was simply the supreme tonic.

Crack! Crack!

The surface of the banner changed once more.

Eerie purple-red patterns emerged.

Those were the traces of interwoven flesh and blood Laws.

The flagpole became even more crystal clear.

As if it were pieced together from the spines of countless gods and demons.

Exuding a heart-palpitating pressure.

【Ding! Congratulations to the Host for refining the Divine Soul of the Child of Destiny Qin Chuan and several other experts!】

【The nine netherworld bone banner has successfully evolved! Grade increased!】

【Obtained a Half-Step Quasi-Emperor Weapon — ten billion soul banner!】

Boom!

An even more terrifying and ancient aura.

Erupted from the large banner in Qin Yu's hand.

The originally swirling black mist.

Now transformed into dark golden divine radiance.

Within it, it seemed as if billions of living beings were kneeling and chanting.

This was no longer a pure demonic weapon.

But a forbidden item that had reached the extreme of demonic, giving birth to divinity!

Qin Yu held the brand-new ten billion soul banner.

Feeling its power, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He could clearly perceive that in the main soul positions of the banner.

The faces of Qin Chuan, Lin Beichen, Xiao Fan, and others were painfully twisting.

They were providing a continuous stream of resentment and power for this large banner.

On the plaza, everything was deathly silent.

Whether it was the leaders of the immortal orthodoxy who had traveled from afar.

Or the proud and arrogant young Prodigies.

Looking at that figure holding the large banner, resembling a god or demon.

They only felt their throats go dry, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

Ruthless!

Too ruthless!

Refining a clansman in front of the whole world, without changing his expression.

He even evolved that soul banner filled with evil aura.

Is this the Qin Family Divine Son?

How is this a Divine Son?

This is clearly a Devil Head that crawled up from Hell!

Qin Yu's gaze slowly swept across the entire venue, the long banner in his hand pointing to the ground, his voice indifferent:

"Family shame should not be made public; I have let you all see a joke."

"I just dealt with some dirty things in the family; I didn't scare anyone, did I?"

"If anyone feels that This Divine Son's methods are cruel. You are welcome to stand out and plead for my good cousin."

"My soul banner has just evolved, and there is still plenty of space inside; I welcome all comers."

Although Qin Yu's tone was polite.

The threat within it could be heard even by a fool.

Of the hundreds of thousands of people present, not a single one dared to meet his gaze.

Even Gu Changge could only lower his head at this moment.

Deliberately masking the fleeting apprehension in the depths of his eyes.

Just when the atmosphere had reached the point of extreme tension.

Qin Huangtian suddenly slapped his thigh and burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Good! Well done!"

He stood up abruptly, his tall figure exuding the domineering aura of one who reigns supreme.

In his gaze toward his son, there was not a trace of reprimand, only full admiration.

"The path of cultivation is inherently a Heaven-Defying journey, fighting against people and fighting against Heaven!"

"Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to oneself!"

"Today, Yuer not only cleaned up the house but also proved one thing to the world!"

"My Qin Family's Divine Son does not need those hypocritical morals and righteousness. He only needs absolute strength and the domineering aura of one who reigns supreme!"

"Whoever is not convinced, feel free to come and fight!"

"My Qin Family will take it on!"

With a single sentence, Qin Huangtian directly defined the nature of this matter.

Not only was there no attempt to conceal it.

Instead, he displayed that protectiveness and dominance to the fullest.

"Divine Son's Divine Might! Family Head is wise!"

"May the Qin Clan be immortal for ten thousand generations!"

The surrounding Hundred Thousand Town Heaven Army shouted in unison, their voices sweeping across the sky like a tsunami.

The guests present could only smile bitterly one after another.

This Qin Family, from the old to the young.

They are all lunatics!

But it is precisely this unreasonable dominance that makes people have to submit.

After this battle.

Qin Yu's position as Divine Son was as stable as Mount Tai.

No one dared to have even half a word of doubt.

"Alright, the ceremony continues."

Qin Yu casually put away the large banner, and the baleful Qi on his body instantly dissipated.

He returned to being that lazy and casual noble Young Master.

As if that Devil Head who was refining souls just now was not him at all.

He turned and sat back down on the purple-gold divine throne.

Han Yueli immediately stepped forward obediently and poured him a cup of spirit wine.

Qin Yu raised his glass, toasting the sky from afar.

His peripheral vision, however, swept toward the northern horizon, seemingly unintentional yet deliberate.

According to the time calculation.

Another Great Emperor Aptitude rushing to their death should be arriving soon, right?