Asura Mad Emperor

"Big brother!"

"Young Master Qin!"

Seeing Qinchuan sent flying, Ji Huo'er, Ling Xian'er, and Xiao Changfeng among others exclaimed in shock. They swiftly shot forward, leaping onto the back of the Pixiu and surrounded Qinchuan, asking with concern.

They were now locked in such a fierce battle with Netherworld Hall that it had become a fight to the death. Now, Qinchuan was their greatest reliance; if even Qinchuan were defeated, their fate would be grim.

Yet Qinchuan himself seemed unscathed, enduring the severe pain that felt as if his body was falling apart, and stood up. Waving his hand dismissively, he said indifferently, "It's nothing. She's not qualified to kill me."

The opponent was a powerhouse from the Upper Realm, having already broken through the Great Emperor, far surpassing Qinchuan in controlling and developing the physical body in this life. She had only suppressed her Realm to covet the Spiritual Treasures within the Spirit Martial Great Tomb.

Facing the opponent's full-force attack in the Dao Palace Realm, she had employed the Supreme Divine Abilities of Mend Heaven Sect and fused them with a trace of the heritage of the Xuan Ling Giant God.

Without calling upon the power of the Emperor Soul, without the aid of Magical Treasures, and relying solely on the physical power of the Spirit Martial Realm, he was not strong enough to oppose her.

If Qinchuan's Emperor Soul were not trapped in slumber, he might still have a chance to fight.

However, relying merely on his physical power, he would likely have difficulty dealing with the Netherworld Saintess.

But although his Emperor Soul was deep in slumber, he still had the Heaven Devouring Cauldron and the Supreme Dao Lotus in his hand. He believed that the presence of these two Magical Treasures in the world would suffice to suppress the opposition.

Yet he wasn't prepared to use these two items unless it was absolutely necessary.

Qinchuan showed no fear. Standing on the back of the Pixiu, he looked disdainfully across the Eight Desolates as the Innate True Qi within his body circulated rapidly to swiftly repair his injuries.

"The heritage of the Xuan Ling Giant God, the Mend Heaven Divine Palm, is only so-so," said Qinchuan with his black hair standing on end, looking calmly at the Netherworld Saintess. If the opponent were a native of the Divine Wilderness, and had struck him a severe blow, he would have regarded her differently.

However, it was unfortunate that the Netherworld Saintess was merely someone from the Upper Realm who suppressed her own Realm, employing Divine Skills and Divine Heritage.

If they were on the same level, or even now, if he were to reveal certain trump cards, Qinchuan believed that killing her would be as easy as squashing an ant.

"What! You're actually still alive!" The Netherworld Saintess was shocked and horrified to see Qinchuan standing up again.

"This palm of mine, which merged the essence of my cultivation of the Mend Heaven approach over tens of thousands of years, is something that no one in my sect could withstand! It's impossible for you to be still alive!"

When the Netherworld Saintess spoke of her sect, she was naturally not referring to the Netherworld Hall but the Mend Heaven Sect from the Upper Realm. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire

But soon she regained her composure, realizing that since Qinchuan also came from that place in the Upper Realm, he must have some skills as well.

Yet while the two were speaking, everyone failed to notice that as Qinchuan stood upon the Pixiu, blood slowly trickled from his body. As it dripped onto the Pixiu, the bloodstains surprisingly merged rapidly into the body of the Pixiu and vanished.

"Hmph, let's not even talk about you; even if Mo Wentian that old man himself were to come, he could not do a thing to this young master," Qinchuan said with a sidelong glance, speaking indifferently.

"You... dare to insult the elder, you impudent brat seeking death!" The Netherworld Saintess's willow brows turned upside down, and lightning burst from her beautiful eyes as she shot a look at Qinchuan.

Mo Wentian was indeed the elder of her Mend Heaven Sect, and Qinchuan's insolence had provoked her to rage.

She attacked once more, her palms turning into white jade, and a brilliant and terrible divine light swept across from her hands. She exerted all her strength, intending to slay Qinchuan.

At that moment, however, an anomaly arose.

Just as Qinchuan's blood seeped into the stone Pixiu and the terrifying divine light swept over, suddenly, a dazzling rainbow light burst forth from the mouth of the Pixiu.

The rainbow light, as swift as lightning and as forceful as thunder, collided directly with the divine light unleashed by the Netherworld Saintess.

"Boom!"

A collision between the two sides emitted a terror-inducing aura that shook heaven and earth, dazzling light flared, resplendent and blinding.

"Did that Pixiu come to life?"

"It really came to life!"

At that moment, everyone was stunned, staring wide-eyed at the Pixiu before them, thoroughly shocked.

The Pixiu was an ancient fierce beast of legend, and all thought it was just a stone statue; no one expected it to truly come to life.

The entire body of the Pixiu transformed into a golden hue, strands of gold-like fur standing on end, towering in front of the bronze door, emanating a majestic aura without anger.

Qinchuan and the Netherworld Saintess's eyes burst with astonishing and fervent light, shining upon the Pixiu.

Both understood at the same time that the Pixiu wasn't alive, but it had absorbed enough essence blood to awaken the remnant soul that lingered within this stone statue.

The Netherworld Saintess was overjoyed, for the Pixiu guarded this place, forever holding the bronze door closed. Unless they defeated the remnant soul within it, they would never be able to open the bronze door.

Now.

The remnant soul of the Pixiu had emerged, bringing them one step closer to opening the bronze door.

The Pixiu guarded the bronze door, and now awakened, its first act was to engage in slaughter, to annihilate all people.

"Roar!"

It let out a terrifying roar, the sound turned into tangible ripples, rolling out in waves, instantly sweeping away countless martial artists.

Then, it spread its wings, flapping its huge wings, and a tail as strong as a golden rod swept towards Qinchuan and the others behind it.

The Pixiu was a mighty creature, renowned in the era when divine demons roamed in ancient times, an invincible existence in the world, never before has anyone dared to stand on its back.

"Be careful!"

Qinchuan roared, his figure burst into motion, concentrating all of his physical power into his fists, and struck towards the tail that was sweeping over like a golden iron rod.

"Bang!"

Qinchuan felt as if struck by a heavenly god's warhammer, an overwhelming force from the opponent's tail.

The power of this Pixiu was not the slightest bit inferior to the full-power strike of the Netherworld Saintess, who had broken through to the Dao Palace Realm and merged the mystical heritage of a giant spirit, employing the Mend Heaven Divine Palm.

Qinchuan's whole body was once again thrown backward, smashing with a thud against the bronze door.

The bronze door, originally covered in thick dust, now echoed with a crisp and melodious sound as Qinchuan struck it, and countless specks of dust fell, revealing the original appearance of the bronze door.

The door was carved with dense and mysterious symbols.

Qinchuan gazed intently, his expression solemn, for these symbols were exactly the same runes he had seen on the stele within the Heavenly Demon Forest.

"These are some kind of script."

He saw, in a worn corner of the bronze door, a shape that matched precisely with the bronze fragment he had acquired from Gu Shi.

Although Qinchuan was swept away by the Pixiu, he was unharmed, which angered the beast. Its eyes shot out brilliant light, like copper bells staring at Qinchuan, locking onto him as its mountain-like body once again pounced towards him.