Eternal Life: Hundredfold Rewards-Chapter 186 - 124: Refining Me Into the Banner? The Power of Double Trump Cards!

Chapter 186: Chapter 124: Refining Me Into the Banner? The Power of Double Trump Cards!

The two were not dead; at this moment, their entire faces were ashen, true darkness around their brows, and they were in a coma.

"Hahaha..."

On the other side, a purple-lipped, black-robed elder saw this and clapped his hands, laughing. The state of the two adversaries was ideal, perfect for him to capture their souls next and transform them into fierce ghosts in his banner.

"Uncle, there’s still one person alive," said the stout young man beside him, looking at Qi Chuan with a bit of curiosity.

The two companions were incapacitated, unconscious, but this person continued to resist fiercely.

However, he should have little mana remaining, a spent force.

"Shall I handle it?" The stout young man stepped forward.

He didn’t want to work for the old man; he simply wanted to have a go against someone from the Wind Moon Sect.

Frankly, out of fear, he had endured humiliation and trained up to his current Qi Refining Tenth Layer cultivation without really engaging in combat, especially against someone from the Wind Moon Sect.

Before when facing the three, he dared not act.

Even if Qi Chuan remained, he wouldn’t dare act if his mana was still at its peak.

But the situation was different now; Qi Chuan’s mana was significantly depleted, and his cultivation was at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, one layer weaker than his. If he acted now, he could easily win.

It would be an effortlessly earned good achievement in his life.

Returning to the Celestial Soul Hall, it would also make for good conversation.

"Get out of the way."

However, the purple-lipped, black-robed elder directly scolded, making the stout young man shrink his head and remain silent.

"You worthless creature, when they were full of energy, had you spoken up, I would let you try. Now you spout foolish words, becoming a hindrance to me?" The purple-lipped, black-robed elder waved his sleeve, directly brushing the stout young man aside.

"Look at him, persisting so long in my Ghost Luo Banner, and he’s only at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer. You can’t even handle a Demon Rock Ape."

While cursing, the purple-lipped, black-robed elder slowly approached Qi Chuan, showing a look of appreciation: "Not bad, you might rule within my Ghost Luo Banner. What’s your name, as an Inner Sect disciple of the Wind Moon Sect with such strength?"

At this moment, they both saw Qi Chuan wielding a Top Grade Magical Artifact, flying around him and slashing, so that the many fierce ghosts in the black mist could not approach; but at the same time, his mana seemed to be rapidly depleting.

"Are you talking about me? My name is Qi Chuan." Qi Chuan’s face showed little fluctuation as he said.

"Hehe, Qi Chuan, all right, let me draw you into the banner... hmm? That’s not right!" The purple-lipped, black-robed elder was walking towards Qi Chuan with a smile, but mid-sentence, he suddenly sensed something was wrong, immediately stopped, and slapped towards his Qiankun Bag at his waist.

But it was already too late.

Roar!

Qi Chuan stopped the seal technique that controlled the Top Grade Magical Artifact, and the Top Grade Magical Artifact lost mana support, falling to the ground with a clatter. A layer of crimson flame emerged from him, forming a shallow fire barrier protecting him.

But faced with this shallow flame, the fierce ghosts around Qi Chuan couldn’t approach at all, and a few Qi Refining Late Stage fierce ghosts couldn’t stop their forward momentum and were tainted by the crimson flames, instantly turning to ash amidst wailing and rolling.

The Fireball Technique, arguably considered a Yang Attribute power.

At this moment, manifesting Foundation Establishment Magical Power, Qi Chuan’s body finally exuded a powerful Spiritual Pressure distinct from a Qi Refining Cultivator, which made the stout young man watching nearby reveal a look of horror.

Ninefold Soul Torture Technique!

Qi Chuan raised his eyes, a flash of phantom light in their depths, deploying the Divine Soul Secret Technique. Simultaneously, his mouth opened, and a deep blue sword light flickered past.

"Eight Yin Rings! Blood Spirit Sword!"

Close by, the purple-lipped, black-robed elder had just slapped his Qiankun Bag at his waist, causing a blood light to appear in his hand. As the blood light dispersed, a blood-colored exotic sword appeared.

This Blood Sword was not originally blood-colored but black, very wide and flat, with large blood grooves on both sides, where dark red blood flowed in the grooves. The blood flowed and spread across the sword, not only forming a red hue but also emitting a faint crimson glow with a hint of blood scent filling the space.

The Blood Spirit Sword was a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact, yet it stood at the pinnacle among Lower Grade Spiritual Artifacts, with attack power comparable to Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts.

Boom!

Meanwhile, the left sleeve of the purple-lipped, black-robed elder exploded, revealing a dried and black-spotted wrist with a pale bracelet, which had eight evenly distributed gray circular patterns exuding a sinister aura.

The elder raised his left hand, shaking the pale bracelet which emitted bell-like resonance and roaring sounds, from which emerged eight gray profound yin vapors, resembling clouds or cotton. After flying out, they circled around the elder continuously, almost forming a connected mass, transforming into a gray wall.

The Eight Yin Rings was similarly a piece of Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact, yet though ring-shaped, it was a defense type Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact. It had repeatedly thwarted enemies’ spiritual artifacts and magic technique attacks for the elder, credited with many successes.

Upon hearing "Qi Chuan," Fang Yi reacted instantly, and the purple-lipped, black-robed elder employed all the power he could in that instant. Nonetheless, within him lingered an uneasy feeling.

Because the adversary was Qi Chuan, whose talent was high, combat power mighty, and who had twice killed elders of the Celestial Soul Hall, earning renown among the Foundation Establishment Early Stage elders. None in the Celestial Soul Hall, even some Foundation Establishment Middle Stage elders, wished to encounter Qi Chuan.

Not that they believed Qi Chuan stronger than themselves, that they were inferior, but as Foundation Establishment cultivators, they feared death, preferring to avoid risks or potentially uncontrollable situations.

Rationally, he might be stronger than Qi Chuan, but facing him, there was no absolute certainty of victory, better not to encounter easily.

Also due to this mindset, the purple-lipped, black-robed elder’s reaction could be considered somewhat excessive.

Though excessive, with three Lower Grade Spiritual Artifacts simultaneously deployed, the elder’s sense of security increased significantly.

He looked at Qi Chuan, coldly smiling: "Qi Chuan, you’re truly not dead and so bold, daring to come to this great chasm... ahhh!!!"

He had just begun to speak, but mid-sentence, a streak of phantom light pierced through the void, like a lightning strike, instantly hitting the elder’s brow.

Within his brow, countless Divine Soul threads spread, emitting indescribable fluctuations, influencing his Divine Soul over and over.

Soul-Eating Agony!

In that instant, the elder felt as if his head was splitting apart, as if his Divine Soul was being rent asunder, like thunder was churning within, splitting countless cracks, threatening to shatter his soul.

This pain was unbearable, beyond words.

Although his soul wasn’t truly harmed, just aching, but he lost control, unable to deploy any magic technique in that brief moment.

Sizzle!

Also at this time, a deep blue sword light shot through the void, directly penetrating the elder’s brow, then emerging from the back of his head.

After emerging, sword gang spewed from the sword light, shredding everything around it to dust, not a speck remaining, returning to Qi Chuan.

The elder’s trembling body halted, his gaze blank, seemingly unable to feel the intense soul pain.

He stared blankly at Qi Chuan not far away, his mouth moved, yet he couldn’t utter a word.

From his brow down, his body was unscathed, but he could no longer will it.

His awareness ceased because the sword qi rampaged in his mind, tearing everything apart.

"How... how..."

His mouth moved, incoherent.

Crack, crack, crack.

Extremely cold qi oozed from his brow, spreading over his body, freezing him into a blue ice sculpture.

Unbalanced, he fell backward, his corpse shattering into fine icy shards with a crash.