Chapter 1118 - 340: Eight Thousand Spirit Seals?! How Is This Possible!

The words had barely left his mouth—

"Boom!!"

A thunderous explosion roared from afar, the violent spiritual power fluctuations felt even from hundreds of miles away!

Their faces changed dramatically!

"It must be Xiao Qing!" Luo Lingling’s voice trembled, "He can’t handle so many people on his own... Hurry!"

Without another word, Luo Lingling grabbed the unconscious old chicken and rushed towards the direction of the roar, following the Ghost Mastiff....

...

Nangong Lu’s face was ashen, but suddenly he grinned and unleashed his realm again:

"Nine Nether Corpse Mountain—appear!"

The familiar mountain of corpses and sea of blood descended once more, with countless corpses snarling as they crawled out.

Zhou Qing merely shook his head, a glimmer of disappointment flashing in his golden eyes: "No progress at all."

"Destroy!"

With a single word, golden ripples spread from his body.

The realm had not fully unfolded before it shattered with a thunderous crash!

"I understand now!" Nangong Lu’s pupils shrank. "Your realm specifically breaks others’ realms! How is this possible?!"

He completely panicked and flung out three magical treasures: "Explode for me!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Dark Yin Soul-Exterminating Nail, Nine Nether Prison Tower, Blood Fiend Soul-Burning Talisman—the three Spirit Severing Realm treasures self-destructed simultaneously!

The terrifying shock waves leveled the area within a thousand feet, sending Zhou Qing flying hundreds of feet like a cut kite!

When the dust settled, he was kneeling on the ground, his body a bloody mess with white bones exposed.

But in the next second—

"Crack crack crack..."

The eerie sound of bone mending echoed, wounds healing at a visible rate under golden light.

The ruptured blood vessels reconnected like spiritual snakes, decayed flesh reattached.

"Monster... you’re a monster!"

Nangong Lu’s heart was filled with terror, realizing the damage he prided himself on causing was almost negligible.

Is this divine technique? Nascent Soul augmentation or some kind of immortal physique?

Yet at that moment, he couldn’t afford to ponder such things, grabbing the jade pendant from his neck—his last resort.

"Master, save me!"

"Crack!"

The jade pendant shattered in response.

"Buzz!"

An illusory figure emerged from the broken jade pendant, despite not being tall, was hunched, yet made heaven and earth tremble!

The sky darkened, blood-colored thunder streaked amidst rolling clouds.

Spiritual Qi from miles around frantically converged, forming a terrifying spiritual power vortex around that specter.

"Who dares... harm my disciple?"

The raspy voice was not loud, yet it exploded in Zhou Qing’s heart like muffled thunder.

His pupils slightly contracted, his expression underneath the mask growing serious for the first time.

Spirit Severing Realm!

Though merely a projection of Divine Soul, the overwhelming pressure far surpassed Divinity Transformation!

Nangong Lu saw it as a savior, crawling to the illusory figure’s feet: "Master! This child has slaughtered nineteen members of my Nangong Family..."

"Silence!"

The phantom interrupted indifferently, clouded eyes settling on Zhou Qing’s mask.

"Are you Mr. Ji?"

Zhou Qing sneered without replying, quickening his absorption of the Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal.

The phantom continued at ease, "Just now, Soul Lamp Tower reported, all nineteen soul lamps of my family extinguished, I thought some Spirit Severing expert had acted..."

He scrutinized Zhou Qing, a flicker of surprise in his eyes: "Unexpectedly, it was you alone."

Suddenly, the phantom turned to Nangong Lu with a terrifying calm: "You’ve disappointed me."

"Master, he..."

"Slap!"

With a casual wave, Nangong Lu was struck like by lightning, flying across and crashing through seven cliffs before stopping.

"Useless." The specter scoffed coldly, "Didn’t you swear confidently when you left? Yet you can’t even defeat a Divinity Transformation, disgracing my Nangong Family."

Nangong Lu spat blood, glaring malevolently at Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing watched coldly, spiritual power surging within him.

Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal dissolved quickly in his palm, transforming into pure energy to mend his injuries.

The true life-and-death battle followed.

Regardless, Nangong Lu had to die, having witnessed Zhou Qing’s various divine techniques. If he returned alive, he’d certainly trace back to Taiqing Sect based on these clues.

As for the Spirit Severing projection...

Zhou Qing’s gaze flickered.

"At most, it has only one strike of power."

Previously, Number Six Shen Hanyi had gifted him a jade token, these soul-bearing artifacts usually only carry one strike’s worth of strength.

"If I endure this strike..."

The eyes beneath the mask grew sharper.

Though the Golden Roc True Body could significantly enhance defense, it couldn’t be used facing a Spirit Severing expert.

Right now, only the "Demon-Suppressing Golden Bone" could be relied on!

With that thought in mind, he secretly activated the cultivation technique, his bones emitting a faint golden glow within.

Three hundred sixty dao bones resonated simultaneously, creating an imperceptible golden membrane under his skin.

The phantom seemed to sense something, his clouded eyes shifting back to Zhou Qing, suddenly smiling: "Junior, what are you plotting?"

Zhou Qing remained silent, staring coldly at him.

The phantom paid no mind, emaciated fingers tapping the void: "You’ve slaughtered twenty-five Divinity Transformation members of my Nangong Family."

With each word, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi grew heavier.

"Breaking my disciple’s Dao Heart, destroying my family’s foundation..."

The hunched figure suddenly straightened, bleary eyes bursting with brilliance: "If I don’t cut you down today, what face remains for my Nangong Family?!"

"Boom!"

Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi surged, a gigantic ink-black finger coalescing out of thin air.

The finger was hundreds of feet thick, wrapped in grayish-white death energy, distorting space and decaying all in its path.

The ground was plowed into deep grooves under the invisible pressure, vegetation withered, turning to ashes.

Zhou Qing’s face paled in shock, his hairs standing on end!

"Can’t dodge it!"

His feet sparked with Thunder Arc, speed maximized, nearly instantaneous lateral shift of hundreds of feet, yet that giant finger pursued like a shadow, seemingly locking onto all of his energy!