Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 538: Ruthless Slaughter

Mo Wentian raised his hand, about to devour the Divine Organ.

At this moment, an anomaly occurred once again.

The void next to Mo Wentian cracked open again, as a black hand reached out from the fissure.

"Whoosh!"

That hand moved as fast as lightning; to the onlookers, it happened in the blink of an eye—the golden heart Mo Wentian held was now in the other's grasp.

This person, just like Mo Wentian, had been hidden in the void for quite some time.

Indeed, it was a case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

After snatching the Divine Organ from Mo Wentian's hand, the person did not flee but instead stepped out from the void, standing tall and proud as he stared down at everyone.

"Senior?" A trace of peculiarity flashed in the Jin Ling Saintess's eyes. This man looked a lot like Qinchuan, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a few discrepancies.

She extended her Divine Sense and, through her Soul, she finally confirmed that this person was indeed Qinchuan.

"Could this be the true face of Senior Qin?"

Hearing the Jin Ling Saintess's low exclamation, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Is this the Qinchuan you mentioned?"

The Jin Ling Saintess nodded in affirmation.

Yin Yuexuan of the Feather Alliance also recognized Qinchuan.

Ever since the Divine Corpse had appeared, Yin Yuexuan knew that Qinchuan was nearby; he had been paying attention to the surroundings but had seen no sign of Qinchuan.

Who would have thought that Qinchuan had been lurking all along, taking the golden Divine Organ from Mo Wentian's hands?

"He is the Senior Qinchuan I mentioned!" Yin Yuexuan conveyed to Dian Lai.

A gleam shot through Dian Lai's eyes, his thoughts inscrutable.

"It's you!"

Upon seeing Qinchuan, Mo Wentian's initially pleasant expression instantly turned cold. Qinchuan had stolen a Life Fruit from his Storage Space before, a memory still fresh in his mind, and he had long wished to flay and debone Qinchuan.

He had not expected that upon meeting once more, Qinchuan would once again steal a Divine Organ from his hands, fueling his rage.

"You little brat, you've opposed me time and again; you truly seek death!"

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"So many people have said the same to me in the past, but unfortunately, I did not die in the end, while all of them have perished," Qinchuan said, glancing askance at Mo Wentian. He and Mo Wentian had long-standing enmity and cared not one whit for his animosity.

With a "bang," Crystal Mountain trembled violently, the entire island shaking intensely—Mo Wentian had made his move.

He had his own identity, originating from the mysterious Immortal Burial Site, carrying his pride and dignity.

Since making a name for himself in the Divine Realm, numerous individuals had become reluctant to provoke him.

And now, in the Lower Realm, within a mere two months, he had been provoked repeatedly by the same youngster.

A terrifying green Dao light enveloped his entire body, his arms clear as jade, carrying majestic green flames that burnt the sky, a green Dao Sword aiming to suppress Qinchuan from above.

"This guy... he didn't use his full strength a moment ago!"

At this time, Mo Wentian's combat power increased exponentially, something that Fu Zhan and other Great Emperors realized all at once.

Mo Wentian had not been fighting with full force before; he had merely been toying with everyone as if they were playthings!

Qinchuan gathered his thoughts, and the Chi Yue Spear in his hand vibrated with droning dragon roars. With a sweep of his long spear, Great Dao Rune Patterns interwove, evolving into an ocean of thunder and flames.

Within the sea of thunder and flames, the long spear roared out, thunder rumbling, as it too thrust towards Mo Wentian.

The spear was like fire, the sword like a rainbow; their Dharma Aspects transformed, immense across the sky. Amidst the veil of fire and thunder, they collided fiercely, and within the thunder and fire, countless dazzling bursts of light exploded.

Eventually, the sea of thunder and fire exploded completely, and everything shattered.

Qinchuan and Mo Wentian both staggered backward simultaneously.

However, Mo Wentian's complexion was deathly pale, he gasped for air, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, while Qinchuan remained unscathed, the difference between them clear.

What Mo Wentian did not know was that Qinchuan, now inhabiting this corpse, had not yet reached the peak of control over the physical body. Otherwise, he would have died in that very moment.

"Ah——"

Mo Wentian let out a long, ice-cold howl to the sky, his eyes full of murderous intent.

His entire body glistened as countless mana condensed into numerous green Dao Swords, their sword light chilling, revolving around him at the center—a mighty Divine Skill with thousands of Spirit Swords descending like torrential rain, enveloping Qinchuan within.

"Petty tricks, daring to flaunt before me!"

Qinchuan emitted a disdainful gaze in all directions, substantial blood-red killing intent gushing forth, and he swung his long spear.

A purple thunder dragon roared out from the tip of the spear, the Emperor Soul Power synergizing with the lifebound weapon, the dragon bellowing with boundless might, thunder blades continuously erupting from the dragon's mouth, its body bathed in the sword rain.

"Suppress!"

Qinchuan let out a forceful shout, straining to utilize the mana of the physical body, with the will of a Great Emperor and Dao Magic surging from him, forming a terrifying webbed cage around them.

At that moment, the entire sky seemed to collapse, the void solidified, the frightening Great Dao Laws intertwining, creating a formidable domain that enveloped both of them.

"What!"

"His strength is still increasing?"

Mo Wentian was horrified. Both of their Cultivation Levels had already been sealed to that of a Great Emperor, the very limit this Divine Wilderness Continent could bear.

Was this kid still increasing in strength without fear of suppression by the Heavenly Dao?

He once again recalled the day Qinchuan was in the Dao Palace Secret Realm, recklessly invoking the power of the Heavenly Dao, forcing him to retreat.

Now, this kid's energy surged once more; was he trying to break through the limits of a Great Emperor?

What Mo Wentian did not realize was that Qinchuan had indeed suppressed his cultivation to the Great Emperor Realm, but his growing strength was not a sign that he sought to break through his shackles; rather, he had simply become more skilled at controlling this physical body.

Mo Wentian felt like he was trapped in a mire, struggling to escape, even as the surrounding Great Dao forces compressed his body incessantly.

He found himself unable to break free from the restrictions of this world, unexpectedly captured alive by Qinchuan!

"What!"

"Mo Wentian has actually been restrained by him!"

In the distance, whether it was Fu Zhan and Dongfang Nian among the emperors, or Jiang Yanxue Linkong among the Divine Envoys, all were shocked.

"Senior! Mo Wentian must not be killed!"

Seeing Qinchuan capturing Mo Wentian, the Jin Ling Saintess couldn't help but speak out, her voice soft as she reminded him.

"Why can he not be killed?"

Qinchuan's eyes flashed like lightning, his hair flying wildly, standing tall above Mo Wentian like a War God, contempt on his face, "So what if he cannot be killed, or if he is reborn? I refuse to believe that you can continue to be undying!"

"Remember, he who kills you, Qinchuan! Seek revenge in three years and don't find the wrong person!" Qinchuan declared arrogantly, standing between heaven and earth.

Having said that, his long spear moved through the air, emitting a dazzling divine light, luminescence bursting forth, and in the next moment, Mo Wentian's head flew up, the violent energy destroying his Spiritual Platform.

A crystal clear True Spirit emerged from his body.

"Good! Good! Good, you Qinchuan! The grudge of killing me today, I will remember!" Mo Wentian's True Spirit, icy as frost, glared with a sinister light in his eyes.

Qinchuan flicked his finger, unleashing a thread of mana, instantly destroying the True Spirit.

Mo Wentian, dead!