Asura Mad Emperor

Standing before Ji Huo'er, the one-eyed giant heard her irreverent words and immediately bellowed in anger. Then, all of a sudden, he lifted his hill-sized fist and smashed it towards the top of Ji Huo'er's head, who was atop the Chi Zhen.

His punch carried no technique; the fist, the size of a small hillock, swung over, bearing no trace of the Great Dao Principles' aura—just the sheer force of his physical body.
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Yet, this punch was terrifyingly formidable. It thundered out, emitting a sound of tearing through the air. Upon closer inspection, the fabric of the void itself showed cracks beneath the force of the blow, creating a horrifying spectacle.

As the enormous fist hammered down towards Ji Huo'er and the Chi Zhen, its power was unmatched.

At this moment, Qinchuan's indifferent voice rose.

"A mere Titan Ancestral Tribe dares to act fierce before this young master!"

After Qinchuan spoke, he formed a spell with his hands and injected it into the Chi Zhen.

Suddenly, the Chi Zhen's mouth gaped open, as if forming a vast abyss. Countless streaks of cyan light ebbed and flowed intricately within the abyss.

As a beam of divine light, several zhang thick, shot out from the abyss, it collided with the one-eyed giant's fist, and ultimately, a thunderous boom resonated between heaven and earth.

The Titan Ancestral Tribe member was blasted back two steps by the divine light, and the stone Chi Zhen also didn't fare well; it was forced back a great distance by the opponent's punch, only managing to steady itself beside the giant corpse by Qinchuan's feet.

"Eh—"

The one-eyed giant finally took Qinchuan seriously. He naturally understood that the stone statue was controlled by Qinchuan.

Just as the one-eyed giant was about to attack Qinchuan again.

At that moment, the white-robed woman at the entrance to the Life Prohibition Zone suddenly moved and spoke out, stopping the one-eyed giant from continuing his attack on Qinchuan..

She leapt gracefully, like a spirit butterfly dancing in the wind, her entire being incredibly light and agile. Her white robe flowed like snow, and her black hair cascaded like a waterfall. Her figure was enchanting, her skin as white as snow, clear and luminous.

A misty aura rose around her, effulgent with flowing light, sacred and pure. Her eyes were clear and transparent, as if they held shimmering lakes within, brimming with purity and brilliance.

Her face was veiled with a light scarf, and beneath it was a blur, making it impossible to discern her features, but by now, everyone had come to feel that the beauty of such an otherworldly fairy was of no consequence.

She danced through the air, landing lightly on the shoulder of one of the one-eyed giants, standing there barefoot.

Compared to her, Ling Xian'er seemed somewhat overshadowed in that moment.

The crowd at the scene, as well as many martial artists watching from a distance, were all dumbstruck at the sight of this fairy, with only one thought in their minds, "How wonderful it would be to win the favor of such a fairy!"

Only Ji Huo'er snorted disdainfully, "Hmph, what pure and noble act, I'll surely surpass you when I grow up!" Saying this, she looked down reluctantly—her flat chest was a plain expanse, to her irksome frustration.

At this time, Qinchuan regarded the Netherworld Hall Saintess with a peculiar expression. However, his fascination wasn't because of her figure; he detected a familiar aura from her.

This aura was ethereal and void-like, yet intimately familiar. He searched his mind; he had never seen this person before, but he felt inexplicably entwined with her in myriad ways.

When he first entered the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, he sensed a strange force guiding him. Later, after obtaining the prayer beads from a disciple of the Netherworld Hall, he knew someone must be waiting for him at the heart of the Netherworld Hall.

Now, having truly encountered the Netherworld Hall Holy Maiden, a mysterious force deep within Qinchuan clearly told him that it was this Holy Maiden of Netherworld Hall who was guiding him here, or perhaps it was something on her that was guiding her.

In the Holy Maiden's hands was a string of crystal-clear bracelets, smooth and round, polished as jade, her bracelet composed of nine prayer beads.

These prayer beads were the same as the ones Qinchuan had obtained from slaying other disciples, and also made of the same material as those used by the eight guardian beasts.

Qinchuan instantly realized that the number of prayer beads likely represented the hierarchical differences in status among the Netherworld Hall disciples.

The disciples without prayer beads were at the very bottom; the nine he had slain, each with a single bead, ranked slightly higher, while the eight guard beasts each had two beads, thus holding an even higher status.

As for the Holy Maiden before him with nine prayer beads in her hand, her status was far above that of the eight guardian beasts.

While Qinchuan was appraising the Netherworld Saintess, her eyes, as fluid as water, were also sizing up Qinchuan, a strange divine light flickering within them.

After a moment, the Netherworld Saintess suddenly spoke in an ethereal and divine voice, her figure proud and her tone as if truly that of an immortal from the heavens.

"These four stone statues are not mere statues, but rather the transformation of four ancient fierce beasts that truly existed in ancient times, standing in this world for a million years, guarding the ancient path, with no martial artist ever awakening them."

"Who would have expected that they would finally meet the fated one today, returning from chaos, Young Master Qin truly has impressive skills."

Qinchuan, indifferent and silent, stood proudly.

These four stone statues, although appearing as statues, were indeed ancient fierce beasts in disguise, capable of deceiving most people. However, if examined closely, small traces could still be found.

However, the Netherworld Saintess could never have expected that these four fierce beasts were not welcoming the fated one, but rather were awaiting the return of their master.

Glancing at the two one-eyed giants, Qinchuan said lightly, "The Titan Ancestral Tribe bears the bloodline of the Titan Giant Ape. Nowadays, only certain forces in the south of heaven continue to raise them. Although these two have not yet matured and are of low strength, for the Saintess to have two under her command suggests her means are non-trivial."

As soon as Qinchuan made this remark, many distant martial artists revealed puzzled expressions.

"What race is this Titan Ancestral Tribe? How come we've never heard of it before?"

"And where is this south of heaven? The extreme south of the Divine Wilderness Continent is a vast expanse of icy land covered with perennial snow and ice, without any cultivation forces taking root."

Yet upon hearing this, the Netherworld Saintess's expression drastically changed, a light of shock and incredulity flickering in her eyes, her mind roiling with tumultuous waves.

While many martial artists did not understand what Qinchuan was saying, she understood all too well.

Both the Titan Ancestral Tribe and the Titan Giant Ape were creatures from ancient times, known to very few. Not only did Qinchuan know of them, but he also pinpointed that these two one-eyed giants were of the Titan Ancestral Tribe.

And most crucially, the south of heaven was not a place on the Divine Wilderness Continent, but a place above the Divine Realm.

"How does he know of information from above the Divine Realm!?"

"Could it be... that he, like me, comes from the Upper Realm?"

Uncertainty clouded the heart of the Netherworld Saintess, her eyes flickering, vast and profound as the Abyssal Universe, with the sun and moon rising and setting within them, casting two blazing beams of light towards Qinchuan.

But all she saw was chaos and uncertainty, and she suddenly realized that she could not see Qinchuan clearly.