Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 684: Who Dares to Touch Her

She had underestimated the gap between the Holy Realm Early Stage and the Supreme Saint Intermediate Stage, as well as the Ghost Race's forbidden technique—Void Great Seal.

Now she is sealed here.

"Hmph, keep being arrogant!"

Luan Wu's ghostly blade flickered with light, staggering toward Wu Xin, speaking with venom.

Wu Xin's eyes remained detached, her gaze cold as she watched her opponent.

Unfortunately, she was sealed and even her thoughts became extremely sluggish; she couldn't even speak.

"Today, I'll show you who is truly useless!"

Luan Wu and the others had all received some injuries from their fierce battle with Wu Xin.

This was the first time since entering the Divine Wilderness Continent that they had been wounded, hence they were eager to kill her first and fast.

As Luan Wu spoke, his ghostly blade was about to strike down.

"Hold on!"

Liufeng, at the Supreme Saint Late Stage, suddenly spoke up, stopping Luan Wu.

"My lord? Why won't you let me kill her!" Luan Wu looked toward Liufeng, asking sternly.

"No rush."

"We've infiltrated this place covertly, and we're quite unfamiliar with the Divine Realm's various territories. This woman is mysterious; she may have some useful information on her. Let me question her first," said Liufeng.

Hearing Liufeng's words, Luan Wu put away his blade and coldly said to Wu Xin, "I will personally slaughter you!"

Liufeng waved his hand, and the pressure from the Void Great Seal lessened slightly, allowing Wu Xin Fairy to feel a small relief from the crushing force.

She felt she could speak, but she still couldn't circulate her mana to break free from this place.

"Four Supreme Saint Intermediate Stage full-power strikes employing forbidden secret techniques just to seal me, if not the Ghost Race, then what is worthless?"

Even without the use of mana, she remained incredibly proud, her demeanor icy.

"If it weren't for being in the Ancient Realm, you lot would have died tens of thousands of times over by my hand!"

"Enough talk, who do you serve in the Divine Realm?" Liufeng walked up to Wu Xin and asked.

Wu Xin glanced sideways at Liufeng, "I've already told you, you're too ugly. I don't want to speak to you, so disappear from my sight!"

"You… insufferable wretch…"

Liufeng was angered to the point of fury.

This was the third time Wu Xin had touched his sore spot.

"Good! Good! Good! Since you won't talk, then I'll have to do it myself!"

Liufeng repeated the word 'good' thrice, his Soul surging.

He decided to use the Soul Search technique.

Liufeng's palm conjured a small black figure of the Ghost Race, preparing to probe towards Wu Xin Fairy's brow.

At that moment, a sharp and urgent whooshing sound suddenly erupted.

Simultaneously, an imposing and overbearing voice rang out.

"Who dares to touch her?!"

"Bang!"

The two sounds erupted at once, just as the explosive shout had ended.

A long spear streaked across the void, embedding itself in the ground between Liufeng and Wu Xin, kicking up a sky full of dust.

"Who is it!" Liufeng reacted swiftly, leaping backward mightily, narrowly avoiding being impaled by the spear.

The long spear was completely crimson, with runes surging over it and Earth Fire and lightning constantly flickering, emitting a terrifying pressure. The spear still vibrated slightly, giving off a series of low sounds, like the growling of dragons and tigers.

This infuriated Liufeng, as he had not expected someone to dare launch a surprise attack on him.

Qinchuan appeared from the void, standing atop the Demon Bell, his eyes shooting out dazzling flames.

Qinchuan's abrupt appearance attracted the gaze of Er Rengu, the Ghost Race powerhouses, and Wu Xin, among others.

Qinchuan knew that Wu Xin's sea of consciousness contained no True Spirit Soul, and even if the Ghost Race powerhouse used what they called a Soul Search technique, they would find nothing. He could have chosen not to intervene.

However, upon seeing Wu Xin's face, he couldn't help but think of Luo Ling'er, and he couldn't allow these Ghost Race powerhouses to do as they pleased.

Qinchuan leapt down from the Demon Bell and stood in front of Wu Xin Fairy, blocking Liufeng's path.

He retrieved his long spear, his hair tousled in the wind, his figure proud and tall, standing between them like a mountain, his presence soaring to the skies.

"Did any of you think to ask me before you tried to touch her?"

Wu Xin, looking at the figure before her, felt a strangely familiar sensation flash through her heart.

This feeling disappeared in an instant, and Wu Xin Fairy's eyes regained clarity.

"Qinchuan, what are you doing here?"

"If I were not here, you would have likely faced defeat today," Qinchuan said flatly, not turning around.

"Who are you? Have you been hiding nearby?!" Liufeng, recognizing the newcomer, asked with a frown.

"You are too ugly; I disdain speaking with you. Let her ask me!" Qinchuan glanced sideways at Liufeng, indicating Luan Wu.

It must be said, there was a severe disparity between the genders of the Ghost Race, with the males being extremely ugly, while the females were incomparably bewitching and enchanting.

Luan Wu, even as an ordinary cultivator, surpassed most of the females of the Human Race.

"You…"

Liufeng once again erupted in fury.

"Yan Mo, Luan Wu, seal him for me; I want to cast his soul into the Endless Purgatory to suffer eternally!" Liufeng roared.

These Human Race ants repeatedly mocked his appearance, driving him past the brink of rationality.

"Yes!"

Not only Liufeng but Yan Mo, Counterflow, and those who followed them were also Ghost Race males with similar grotesque features. Although Qinchuan and Wu Xin mocked Liufeng, they inadvertently included the others in their jest, which ignited their rage as well.

"Void Great Seal!"

Yan Mo rose into the sky, and the three coordinated with him, repeating their old trick!

"Be careful, this Ghost Race divine power is somewhat peculiar! And they are all at the Supreme Saint Intermediate Stage of cultivation; they have a strong suppressive effect on cultivators of a lower realm!" Wu Xin, seeing Qinchuan standing still, couldn't help but raise her voice to warn him.

"While their divine power is not yet complete, disrupt the four of them…"

Wu Xin, having been at a disadvantage before, naturally knew how to break the technique.

She initially wanted to say to disrupt the four people's positions.

But before she could finish speaking, the ghostly fog and Demonic Qi surged up, suddenly enveloping the entire hall.

Seeing this, Wu Xin stopped speaking and sighed involuntarily.

"Too late!"