148: Chapter 148 Seizing the Nine Netherworld Frost Flame

Seeing this, the Seventh Prince knew he could not afford to drag this out any longer.

He let out a loud roar: "I'm coming!"

Afterwards, the Seventh Prince directly summoned a small bronze cauldron.

The small cauldron was about the size of a palm, its entire body exhibiting an archaic bronze color. Inscribed on the cauldron's body were countless profound runes, exuding a vast and ancient aura.

He formed hand Seals with both hands, causing the light of the small bronze cauldron to flare brightly. It instantly expanded to the size of several feet, slamming down directly over the jiuyou cold flame!

"Hunyuan Cauldron, take it in for me!"

Trapped by the black net and unable to dodge in time, the jiuyou cold flame was directly engulfed within the small bronze cauldron.

The cauldron lid slammed down with a boom, firmly suppressing it!

"Let me go! I will never submit! You despicable humans, let me out!"

An angry roar from the jiuyou cold flame came from inside the cauldron. The small bronze cauldron trembled violently, a layer of blue frost spreading across its surface as the jiuyou cold flame crazily impacted it.

"Hahaha, jiuyou cold flame, you can give up that thought! Once you've entered the ancient bronze cauldron, it's useless no matter if a Grand Unity Golden Immortal comes!"

A trace of confidence and arrogance flashed in the Seventh Prince's eyes.

This small bronze cauldron was his greatest secret; it was a Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure!

In the Cultivation World, above a Magic Treasure is a Spirit Treasure, and above a Spirit Treasure is a Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure.

The Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure contained the Law of heaven and earth, possessing the terrifying capability to suppress all things and Seal the Divine Soul. It was incomparably precious, and not even the entire Cangxuan Empire had one.

Although the jiuyou cold flame was formidable, after being sealed for tens of thousands of years, less than ten percent of its strength remained. At this moment, it simply could not break free from the suppression of the Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure.

The Seventh Prince laughed arrogantly, his expression twisted with excitement: "Hahaha! The jiuyou cold flame is ultimately within this prince's grasp! Once I return and slowly refine it, who in the Cangxuan Assembly will be able to match me then?"

However, right at this moment!

A subtle ripple suddenly stirred within the Void Realm.

Immediately following that, a crimson Sword Intent tore through the Void Realm, soundlessly piercing straight toward the Seventh Prince's back.

"Not good! Your Highness, be careful!"

Old Jin's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm.

He wanted to rush over to rescue him, but the distance was too great; it was already too late!

The Seventh Prince's figure flashed, dodging this fatal attack!

Clang!

That crimson Sword Intent pierced with absolute precision onto the small bronze cauldron!

The terrifying power contained within the Sword Intent numbed the Seventh Prince's arm, forcing his figure to involuntarily retreat seven or eight steps, almost causing him to lose his grip on the small cauldron.

The Seventh Prince's expression instantly turned extremely ugly, filled with both shock and fury: "Who?!"

However, right at this time, the small bronze cauldron in his hand was jarred by this external force, and the Seal inside developed a trace of loosening.

The jiuyou cold flame keenly seized this opportunity and frantically struck out!

"Boom!"

The lid of the small bronze cauldron was blown open by a tremendous force, and the jiuyou cold flame transformed into a blue light, flying directly out of the cauldron.

"Hahaha, this seat is out again! Humans, you are truly foolish, killing each other and instead letting this seat reap the benefits!"

The jiuyou cold flame hovered in mid-air, its flame visage laughing arrogantly, its voice filled with mockery and smugness.

The Seventh Prince abruptly turned his head, his gaze like blades, staring fiercely at the direction from which the Sword Intent had struck.

He saw a young man dressed in a green long robe walking slowly out of the Void Realm with a handsome face—it was precisely Baili Yunche.

"Damn it! Who are you? How dare you ruin this prince's good deed?I"

The Seventh Prince's expression was so gloomy it was practically dripping water, and his eyes burned with monstrous anger and killing intent.

Baili Yunche did not hesitate in the slightest; his figure like lightning, he flew directly to the side of the jiuyou cold flame.

A fiery and greedy glint flashed across his eyes.

"Collect!"

With a thought in his mind, the creation divine cauldron deep within his Dantian suddenly erupted with a terrifying suction force.

That suction force was formless and traceless, yet it seemed capable of devouring all things in heaven and earth, forming a naked-eye-invisible vortex in mid-air.

Before the jiuyou cold flame could react, it felt an irresistible force firmly locking onto it.

It screamed in terror, its flame visage twisting violently as it tried to break free, only to find itself like an ant trapped in a mire, completely unable to move.

"No!"

The jiuyou cold flame let out a shrill wail, its voice filled with terror and despair.

Because it discovered that its power was completely sealed; it couldn't even mobilize a single wisp of flame, possessing not the slightest bit of power to resist.

This was completely different from the feeling of being suppressed by the ancient bronze cauldron earlier.

Although the suppression force of the ancient bronze cauldron was powerful, it was, after all, a spiritual flame of heaven and earth, and it could still rely on its Origin power to contend with it; given time, it might not have been unable to break free.

But controlled by this bizarre creation divine cauldron, it could hardly generate any power to resist at all. It was as if it had encountered its natural nemesis, trembling from the depths of its Soul.

"Damn it!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu split his eyes in fury, watching helplessly as the jiuyou cold flame within his grasp was snatched away alive. The anger in his heart almost burned away his last shred of reason.

He pointed at Baili Yunche, his voice hoarse and furious: "Hand over the jiuyou cold flame, and I can spare your life! Otherwise, the Cangxuan Imperial Family will definitely fight you to the bitter end and exterminate your nine clans!"

The jiuyou cold flame that he had obtained through untold hardships had actually been snatched away by a Golden Core Stage Level 6 Cultivator!

This was simply an unmitigated humiliation!

He, Zhou Changyu, had been a proud son of heaven since childhood; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Having collected the jiuyou cold flame, Baili Yunche was both pleasantly surprised and wildly ecstatic in his heart.

But he knew this was not the time to be smug, and without the slightest hesitation, he prepared to leave directly.

"Damn it! Stay here for me!"

The Seventh Prince's face was twisted, his eyes blood-red.

He roared angrily, golden lightning surging around his body. A bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket blasted out from his palm, striking toward Baili Yunche's back!

At the same time, the other Cultivators and Old Jin also struck out one after another.

Various Magic Treasures, Spells, and Sword Qi intertwined into a curtain of death light, and all the attacks bombarded toward Baili Yunche alone!

Baili Yunche's figure was nimble, pushing the Startled Swan Swimming Dragon Step to its absolute limit, shuttling through the sky-filling attacks like a golden phantom.

His figure was erratic, dodging most of the crowd's attacks by a very narrow margin.

"Kid! You're good at dodging, aren't you! Go to hell!"

Old Jin let out an angry shout, his figure appearing beside Baili Yunche like a ghost.

He raised his right palm, the Yin and Yang Qi intertwining and spinning within his palm to form a huge black and white palm print, slapping down directly toward Baili Yunche's head!

"Yin and Yang Divine Palm!"

That palm print was several zhang tall, the black and white Qi like two intertwined dragons, exuding a terrifying might that could destroy heaven and earth.

Wherever the palm print passed, even space trembled slightly, as if it wanted to grind everything into powder.

This was Old Jin's signature skill; executed with a Nascent Soul Stage Level 8 cultivation base, it was enough to flatten a small mountain to the ground.

Baili Yunche's expression changed slightly; against this strike, he had nowhere to hide.

He clenched his teeth, crazily operating the Ten Thousand Demons Body Refining Technique within his body. Pushing his Physical Body strength to the limit, a faint golden luster appeared on the surface of his skin.

"Boom!"

The Yin and Yang Divine Palm heavily slammed onto Baili Yunche's chest, producing a muffled, thunderous sound.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, coughing up three mouthfuls of fresh blood in mid-air before smashing heavily onto the ground, smashing a deep pit into the earth.

But after falling to the ground, his figure vanished!

As if he had never appeared at all, leaving behind only a pool of blood.

Old Jin's pupils suddenly contracted, his face full of shock.

That palm of his had used at least seventy percent of his power. Even a Nascent Soul Stage Level 5 Cultivator taking that blow head-on would suffer severe injuries and be bedridden for months.

Yet, a Golden Core Stage Level 6 Cultivator had just taken his palm strike like that and then vanished into thin air?

At this moment, the Seventh Prince was also furiously enraged!

He rushed to the place where Baili Yunche had disappeared, only to find nothing at all, not even a trace of aura could be captured.

The cooked duck had actually flown away!

"Ahahaha... Detestable little thief, I, Zhou Changyu, will never share the same sky as you!"

He wildly swung his fists, golden lightning bombarding everywhere, completely destroying the surrounding rocks and trees to vent the hatred in his heart.

"Your Highness, calm down!" Old Jin stepped forward to advise.

"How do you expect me to calm down?" the Seventh Prince roared frantically, his expression as ferocious as a ghost, "The jiuyou cold flame is gone! It was snatched away by someone! How can you expect me to calm down?!"

"Now is not the time to vent your emotions," Old Jin analyzed in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping around,

"That person must have mastered an Advanced escape technique. He definitely hasn't gone far right now; he's nearby! As long as we search slowly and cast an inescapable net, we will definitely be able to find this person!"

"Right, right, right!"

The Seventh Prince instantly snapped out of it, a flash of viciousness crossing his eyes,

"Damn it! Search for me, dig three feet into the ground and find him! I want to flay him, strip his tendons, extract his Soul, and refine his spirit!"

Afterwards, those people began to scatter to search for Baili Yunche's traces, their Divine Sense covering a radius of tens of miles.