Chapter 1965 - Scepter of Death

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

Xie Ming looked ahead at Qingfeng Li. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The Scepter of Death in Xie Ming's hands was extremely powerful. With it, he had slain a master of the Seventh Class of the Spirit Monarch Realm with ease. Why was it that Qingfeng Li did not seem frightened in the least?

Xie Ming could clearly sense that Qingfeng Li was a master of the Seventh Class of the Spirit Monarch. He was a class lower than Xie Ming himself. However, his combat prowess was impressive, as was his physical strength. Could it be that his spirit energy was also exceptionally strong?

A cold light danced across Xie Ming's eyes. Channeling the spirit energy inside his mind-space, he shot out a beam of black light. Quick as lightning, the black light flew into the Scepter of Death. Then, Xie Ming swung the Scepter of Death before him, releasing a wave of black spirit energy.

The black spirit wave held a terrifying power. As it appeared, it formed a sonic wave in the shape of a monstrous head. Formed from an immense amount of spirit energy, the monstrous head devoured everything in its path. It tore a small opening in the void and, in an instant, it was before Qingfeng Li.

Qingfeng Li stood there, unmoving, until the monstrous head was nearly upon him. Then, he abruptly opened his mouth and spat out a wave of sonic lions.

The sonic-wave lion was powerful. Standing hundreds of feet tall, it charged forward with immense power. It collided with the sonic-wave demon head with a resounding boom. Around the point of impact, the dimensional barrier quivered as many tiny cracks appeared and radiate outward.

Qingfeng Li frowned. His expression changed a little as he took two steps back. It surprised him that his sonic-wave spirit attack was no match for Xie Ming's.

Staring ahead at Xie Ming, Qingfeng Li spoke, "Your Scepter of Death is a half-step saint level item!"

"You've got good eyes," Xie Ming replied. "The weapon in my hands was once a saint Level item. It had been damaged, and thus has deteriorated into a half-step saint level item. However, it can still kill you with ease!"

Xie Ming swung the Scepter of Death once more, forming waves of black sonic attacks. The immense power of the sonic attacks formed more than a dozen demon heads. With an evil force, they flew at Qingfeng Li's mind-space from all directions.

Qingfeng Li knew, with his spiritual attacks alone, he was no match for the Scepter of Death. He was going to need help.

Within the depths of his mind-space, Qingfeng Li sought out the Fire Dragon's Soul. "Sir," he said, "please help me face these sonic-wave demon heads."

The Fire Dragon Soul nodded, agreeing to Qingfeng Li's request. It was the soul of a Godly Dragon, and one of its natural abilities was spitting fire. He also held a deep hatred for these black sonic-wave demon heads.

Swoosh!

With a loud sound, the Fire Dragon's Soul flew out from the depths of Qingfeng Li's mind-space. Upon its appearance, it became several tens of thousands of feet long. Its body filled the sky, seeming to exert a suppressive force on the space around it, locking everything in place.

Since it had taken the spiritual elixir Qingfeng Li had given it, the Fire Dragon Soul's power had increased at an astonishing rate. It was now at an all-time high.

The Fire Dragon's Soul opened its mouth, releasing a jet of godly dragon flames. These contained the power of heaven and earth, as well as the Greater Dao Laws. The fire instantly enveloped all of the sonic-wave demon heads. There was a series of crackles as the demon heads were reduced to nothing by the flames.

Xie Ming's expression changed. There was a hint of awe in his eyes as he felt the power of the godly dragon flames. It was no doubt the natural counter to his sonic-wave demon heads.

At this moment, a hint of fear appeared within Xie Ming's eyes. Even when Qingfeng Li had forced him back before, he hadn't been afraid. However, having seen Qingfeng Li use the godly dragon flames, he truly felt fear.

Xie Ming knew that only saints were able to control godly dragon flames. This meant that, at Qingfeng Li's side, there was a master of the saint level or above.

The Fire Dragon Soul opened its mouth once more, releasing another jet of godly dragon flame. With terrifying heat that seared the void, it appeared around Xie Ming in an instant and flew toward him.

Color drained from Xie Ming's face. He hurriedly swung his Scepter of Death before him, trying to beat the godly dragon flames away. However, upon touching the flames, a series of crackling sounds came from the scepter in his hand.

Astonishingly, cracks begun to appear on the surface of the black scepter. Like spider webs, more and more cracks appeared. They radiated outward in a series of crackles and, finally, with a loud boom, it exploded. Countless shards of the Scepter of Death flew in all directions, disappearing from sight.

Xie Ming opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale as death and there was terror in his eyes. He would never have thought that his half-step saint level weapon would be destroyed. This was his beloved Dharma Treasure, the greatest assurance of his survival.

Xie Ming knew that he must run. If he wasted even a second, he would die here. This was the kind of danger he sensed.

"Essence Blood Ignition, Underworld Escape Technique!"

Without hesitation, Xie Ming ignited his essence blood. His entire body morphed into black light as he dove down into the ground, preparing to escape through the earth.

Qingfeng Li's expression changed. "Trying to run?" he said. "But can you get away?"

Qingfeng Li stabbed his Sky Breaking Halberd down into the earth. It pierced Xie Ming's leg and, with a heavy swipe, it severed the limb.

However, having ignited his essence blood, Xie Ming became incredibly fast. Leaving the severed leg behind, he dove down with a loud boom and disappeared. Even Qingfeng Li could no longer sense his energy.

Qingfeng Li sneered. "Sure, you got away," he said. "But you also left a leg behind. You're never going to live this down."

Around them, self-cultivators watched this scene, slack-jawed. Their eyes were filled with awe as they muttered amongst themselves.

"Qingfeng Li is unbelievably powerful. I can't believe he severed one of Xie Ming's legs. This is such a surprise. I have a feeling that Qingfeng Li is definitely one of the ten most powerful people here."

"That's for sure. Not even the King of a Supreme Dynasty could match him. You can definitely count the people who can oppose him in all of this world on one hand."

At this moment, all the remaining self-cultivators in the woods looked at Qingfeng Li with awe. But there was also admiration among the fear. It was a complex mix of emotions.

Qingfeng Li's strength had shocked them. Around him, self-cultivators hastily made their retreat, not daring to stay any longer. They were afraid of incurring Qingfeng Li's wrath and being attacked.

Seeing that Qingfeng Li was alright, Xue Lin's pretty face lit up with joy. She rushed to his side and dove into his arms.

"Honey, you're alright! I'm so glad. I was so scared just now," Xue Lin said. Her voice was filled with concern.

Qingfeng Li smiled as he reached out with his right hand to pat Xue Lin's forehead. "Don't worry," he said, "your husband is the strongest."