Invincible Soul Emperor-Chapter 90: Killing Zhuo Bufan

Damn it, Chen Hui is back. Can it be that Junior Brother Qingchen has already...

A sense of foreboding washed over Wang Qiang, and sorrow began to rise in his heart.

As Wang Qiang stared at the approaching figure, his eyes gradually turned blood-red.

"Junior Brother Qingchen, I will avenge you!" Wang Qiang roared. As if sensing his rage, the Burning Heaven Tyrant Blade emitted a dazzling red light and burst forth with searing flames.

"Zhuo Bufan, I’ll kill you first! Then I’ll kill Chen Hui!"

"Heh, you’re a spent arrow. Why should I be afraid?" Zhuo Bufan sneered. So what if he’s holding a Spiritual Artifact? The gap in our Martial Dao Realm isn’t something that can be bridged by a weapon alone. Besides, he’s enraged now. His attacks and defense are chaotic, making him even less of a match for me!

Holding the Burning Heaven Tyrant Blade, Wang Qiang slashed down at Zhuo Bufan. The blade unleashed a fiery red glow as the force of the attack scattered in all directions.

"Heh!" Zhuo Bufan sneered coldly, stepping back to evade the brunt of the attack. Then, seizing the perfect moment, he swung his sword. The blow instantly flicked the Burning Heaven Tyrant Blade from Wang Qiang’s grasp as he simultaneously launched a kick at his chest.

Wang Qiang couldn’t dodge in time. A tremendous force surged into his chest, and he felt a sharp pain as if his organs had been pummeled. He stumbled back several steps before falling heavily to the ground.

"Senior Brother Wang Qiang!" Hong Yan shouted, her face etched with worry as her long whip lashed out wildly.

"You never learn, do you? Well, you can’t blame me for what happens next, heh heh!" Hong Ye let out a sinister laugh, grabbing Hong Yan’s whip. With a sharp tug, she yanked it from Hong Yan’s hand.

A flash of panic crossed Hong Yan’s face, but all she could do was watch helplessly as her Serpent Spirit Whip was taken.

Hong Ye examined the Serpent Spirit Whip in her hand. As she infused it with Spiritual Energy, it began to emit a faint blue glow. "Worthy of a Spiritual Artifact indeed!" she exclaimed in admiration.

Then, she swiftly swung the whip at Hong Yan.

SNAP!

The whip struck Hong Yan’s abdomen, ripping through the fabric at her waist and revealing a long, bloody welt. Hong Yan felt a knife-like pain as she staggered from the blow.

It was at this very moment that the figure in the mist finally emerged, its full silhouette gradually becoming clear.

"Junior Brother Qingchen?" Wang Qiang’s eyes flew open, his face a mask of shock.

"Wang Qiang, oh Wang Qiang, still trying to distract me with such clumsy acting at a time like this? Your death today is certain!" Zhuo Bufan spoke coldly, never breaking his stride as he advanced on Wang Qiang with his sword.

"It really is you, Qingchen!" Hong Yan’s beautiful eyes lit up, her voice filled with ecstatic joy.

"Huh?" Zhuo Bufan was puzzled. He glanced back, his face filled with disbelief. "How can it be you? Where’s Chen Hui?"

"Killed," Ye Qingchen stated coldly.

Zhuo Bufan’s heart trembled at his words. Ye Qingchen is just an Outer Sect Disciple, yet he killed an Inner Sect Disciple at the Martial Master Realm! He must have gotten lucky and used the poisonous mist to kill Chen Hui! With this thought, Zhuo Bufan sneered, "Oh? So you came back just to die?"

"Qingchen, no! You have to run! You’re no match for them!" Hong Yan cried out hastily.

"Heh, too late!" As soon as the words left her mouth, Hong Ye attacked. Gathering Spiritual Power in the whip, she lashed out at Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen instantly activated his Dual Pupil Martial Soul. As his gaze fell upon her, every flaw in Hong Ye’s attack became perfectly clear. His body shifted, easily dodging the blow while he channeled his own Spiritual Power.

Dense Spiritual Power surged from his Dantian through his meridians, gathering in his palm. Ye Qingchen flashed forward, leaving an afterimage as he appeared beside Hong Ye.

Hong Ye’s pupils contracted, her face flooding with terror. She couldn’t believe he was so fast.

BOOM!

Ye Qingchen gave her no chance to react, slamming his palm toward her forehead. For a snake-hearted woman like Hong Ye, he had no intention of showing mercy.

A massive boom echoed as several sharp gusts of palm wind radiated from his hand. His strike landed squarely on Hong Ye’s forehead, spraying blood into the air. She didn’t even have time to scream before she died, her body slumping lifelessly to the ground.

Wang Qiang and Hong Yan stared, their faces etched with utter shock.

He killed Hong Ye in a single move? When did Ye Qingchen get so strong?

Upon closer inspection, they realized Ye Qingchen’s Martial Dao Realm had already reached the first level of Martial Master.

Could the elixir he got from the Sect have been a Breakthrough Pill? Hong Yan wondered. At this thought, her beautiful eyes sparkled. She smiled in realization; this little brother of hers was full of surprises.

Zhuo Bufan was equally astonished. How long has it been? Ye Qingchen actually broke through to the Martial Master Realm. And judging by how he just killed Hong Ye with one palm strike, killing Chen Hui was no mere fluke! Still, a mere first-level Martial Master is no match for me!

With this thought, Zhuo Bufan thrust his sword toward Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen activated his Dual Pupil Martial Soul again, and Zhuo Bufan’s movements seemed to slow down in his mind. He easily dodged the attack.

"Is that all you’ve got? And here I thought you were supposed to be tough," Ye Qingchen taunted, aiming to disrupt Zhuo Bufan’s composure.

"Agh! I’ll kill you!"

Zhuo Bufan fell for it. He erupted in a humiliated rage, unleashing all the Spiritual Energy from his Dantian. Waves of power began to roll off his body, crackling audibly as he entered a berserk state.

Ye Qingchen’s Dual Pupil Martial Soul remained active as he simultaneously triggered his Willow Wood Martial Soul. A dozen or so willow branches shot toward Zhuo Bufan, who frantically swung his sword, slashing at the incoming branches.

"Picking Leaf Hand!"

Taking advantage of the opening as Zhuo Bufan was occupied, Ye Qingchen closed the distance in an instant. All the Spiritual Energy in his body converged in his palm as he struck at Zhuo Bufan’s chest.

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, raising his left hand to meet the attack with a powerful palm strike of his own.

BOOM!

The collision of their palms caused a huge explosion, sending out blasts of palm wind.

Ye Qingchen stood his ground, unmoved, while Zhuo Bufan was sent flying backward from the impact.

This is impossible! How could I be defeated by an Outer Sect Disciple whose realm is so far beneath my own?!

"What’s so impossible? And just what do you think you are?" Ye Qingchen said flatly.

At the same time, his Willow Wood Martial Soul activated again, sending over thirty willow branches streaking toward Zhuo Bufan.

SWOOSH, SWOOSH, SWOOSH...

A dozen of them shot toward Zhuo Bufan’s neck, intent on coiling around it.

"Not good!" Zhuo Bufan felt a chill on his neck, his pupils contracting. He tried to retreat, only to find that more willow branches had already entangled his legs, rooting him to the spot. As his heart lurched with fear, he frantically swung his sword to protect his neck.

SQUELCH!

However, three other branches instantly pierced through Zhuo Bufan’s chest, and blood sprayed out.

An expression of utter disbelief crossed Zhuo Bufan’s face. He looked down at his perforated body, his features twisting with regret. I never should have made an enemy of Ye Qingchen!

He had been wrong from the very beginning.

Zhuo Bufan’s head drooped. He pitched forward, his life extinguished.