Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 422: Seizing the Treasure

Seeing three young fighters swiftly crushed by Qinchuan, another five martial artists stepped forward from the crowd, each at the Ninth Layer Realm of Spirit Martial, their auras expansive and their souls long-lasting, pressing in on Qinchuan.

"Brothers, be careful, this lad has some tricks up his sleeve," someone cautioned.

The five joined hands in seal gestures, their mysterious techniques like dragons, dharma patterns flying about, a sky full of divine radiance, each one emitting a five-colored divine light from their bodies.

Their positions complemented each other, forming an immensely powerful combined strike formation that greatly surpassed the abilities of an individual fighter.

The divine radiance intertwined in the void, and a five-colored Chi Dragon swung its tail, taking shape and spewing dragon breath from its mouth towards the top of Qinchuan's head.

Qinchuan's eyes flashed with electricity as the aura around his body surged out. With a raise of his hand, a vast expanse of Innate True Qi burst forth, transforming into a shower of brilliant light. The radiant dragon breath, amidst the vast True Qi, instantly turned to mere specks of dust.

The dense shower of light droplets struck the body of the Chi Dragon, the divine light cleansing it, immediately washing the five-colored Divine Dragon out of existence without a trace.

"What!"

"The Chi Dragon was erased in just one encounter?"

Shock spread across the faces of the Netherworld Hall disciples; the combined attack technique cultivated by these five brothers was not something ordinary martial artists could withstand.

This very Qinchuan before them not only withstood it but casually neutralized the Chi Dragon's assault.

"This lad has some tricks, let's go all out and finish this quickly," someone shouted from within the combined strike formation.

"Kill!"

The five attacked once more, each drawing out their magic artifacts, which were oddly-shaped copper-colored fragments resembling pieces of fans.

The artifacts flew from their hands, the five pieces of copper converging towards the center and merging into one, astonishingly forming a copper-colored Golden Wheel.

The Golden Wheel, with its daunting presence, grew larger and larger, and in not much time, it expanded to the size of a small hill, its oppressive essence like a mountain weight, countless Dao magic and dharma patterns snaking over it, pressing down towards Qinchuan Town.

And at that moment, Qinchuan made his move once again.

In his palm, a golden light condensed, its might immense and halo turning. In that instant, what seemed to come their way was not just a palm imprint but an endless surge of waves, its force like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, its aura overwhelming.

Facing this incredibly strong palm, everyone's breath hitched, coming to a sudden stop.

The palm imprint, vast as a surging wave, made the impressive Golden Wheel crumble in an instant, breaking into five ancient copper fragments once again.

As the Golden Wheel shattered, the giant palm did not dissipate but continued with unmatched power, crashing towards the five fighters. The immense force instantly sent the five young fighters flying out of the area, their fates unknown.

Qinchuan brushed off his hands as if he had merely squashed an ant, a simple task that had not drained much of his strength. His gaze, domineering and disdainful, swept over the crowd.

"You're all too weak, come at me all at once!"

The moment Qinchuan's words were uttered, they triggered an uproar.

"Too arrogant, too conceited!"

"Do you truly think you are our Hall's Holy Maiden? When we join forces, we can even slay a Twin-Winged Demon Tiger. What makes you think you can challenge us all?"

"So what if you've repelled five brothers? To think you can take on a hundred martial artists at once!"

The leading young man of Netherworld Hall, with eyes like lightning and an aura chilly, coldly stared at Qinchuan.

"Since entering the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, no one has ever dared to provoke Netherworld Hall like this. Kid, I must admit you have some skills. Sadly, you've met Netherworld Hall, and even if you had the power to overturn the heavens, you would still have to submit before us."

"What is Netherworld Hall, anyway? It's not just your Holy Maiden I'm talking about; even if your Hall Master came here, they would have to kneel and kowtow before Young Master Qin." Qinchuan gave the leading youth a sidelong glance, filled with disdain.

"Repeatedly disrespecting Netherworld Hall... Brothers, let's join forces and kill this brat!" The leading youth roared in anger. Qinchuan defeated five martial artists with a single palm strike, which made him take the situation seriously.

He immediately sacrificed a bead-like magic artifact, a spherical prayer bead that was crystal clear, plump and smooth, with Dao Magic radiating from it, clearly a king-level battle weapon.

"Kill!"

Hearing his command, numerous martial artists drew their magic artifacts, employing their Mysterious Techniques and charging towards Qinchuan.

In an instant, divine light filled the sky, dazzling rays shining brightly. Various Mysterious Techniques and magic treasures danced together, and Dao Magic surged wildly. Trees fell, huge rocks flew, and with a hundred people attacking at once, they truly caused the heavens and the earth to change color.

Ling Xian'er and others looked gravely serious, gathering together.

"On the opposing side, there are at least a hundred martial artists, and most of them are at the Ninth Layer Realm with remarkable Dao Magic. Can Young Master Qin still handle them?"

It seemed as if Qinchuan could feel what Ling Xian'er was thinking, and he spoke indifferently, "They're just a mob!" His long hair stirred without wind, his robe fluttered, and he exuded a terrifying murderous intent all over.

The prayer beads, crystal clear and as smooth as jade, swelled in size resembling a mountain, carrying a whiff of divine power as they slammed down towards the four of them.

This chapt𝙚r is updated by freeωebnovēl.c૦m.

Qinchuan snorted coldly, his eyes flashing like lightning. His Innate Pupils spun wildly, discerning that this magic artifact was somewhat extraordinary, seemingly containing a trace of True Intent of Heavenly Dao.

In his heart, he mused, "Another object from the Upper Realm."

The next moment, his Innate True Qi circulated in his palm, radiating light. His arms were like jade, sparkling and dazzling, as he reached out for the prayer beads.

"Outrageous, daring to seize a treasure with bare hands!"

The youth saw through Qinchuan's intentions, his face grew cold, and his eyes filled with frost and murderous intent when looking at Qinchuan.

Qinchuan actually had the audacious thought of seizing the other's magic artifact during the fight.

This was an outright provocation and contempt, which infuriated him.

Even after witnessing Qinchuan's arrogance, the leading youth felt that Qinchuan's brazenness had once again surpassed his expectations, even thinking that this was not arrogance anymore but stupidity.

"Trying to shake a treasure with bare hands is like an ant trying to shake a tree, kid, go to your death!" The expression of the youth from Netherworld Hall was icy, his eyes filled with boundless ruthlessness, and the Dao Magic around his body surged as the aura of the Treasure Bead intensified.

"Bang—"

Qinchuan stretched out his arm, his palm gripping the sparkling prayer bead, and a violent vibration echoed.

Qinchuan stood unmoving, his presence serene as he remained standing in the same spot, whereas the youth felt a powerful force rebounding, his qi and blood surging, his complexion turning crimson, a sharp pain transmitting through his Divine Sense, causing him to stagger back three steps.

On a closer look, the prayer bead was now firmly in Qinchuan's grasp. He tried to use it again only to find that the Divine Sense he had stored in the prayer bead was erased. Your next journey awaits at novelbuddy

"You... how is it possible... How can you possibly hold onto my Xuantian Divine Bead!"

The youth stared aghast at Qinchuan, his expression one of shock and disbelief. Not only had Qinchuan taken his magic artifact without exerting much effort, this left him utterly astonished.

However, Qinchuan did not answer him; instead, he was observing the prayer bead.

After seizing the prayer bead and erasing the other's Divine Sense, he confirmed that this prayer bead was indeed not from the Divine Wilderness Continent, but from the Upper Realm.

Strictly speaking, it was not precisely an Upper Realm object, as no one in the Upper Realm would use such a low-grade artifact. Instead, it was once placed in a Spatial Treasure belonging to someone from the Upper Realm and had become imbued with a trace of Heavenly Dao's power.