The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 943 - 296: Do I Take After My Ma?

This clothing clearly belongs to Yan Sen, so why has the face become Zhou Qing’s?

Since Zhou Qing is here, where has Yan Sen been sent to?

But the next moment, Zhou Qing’s lips curved into a strange smile, and a red glow suddenly appeared in his hand.

Being so close, he could clearly smell the sickening blood scent emanating from the runes.

"No—"

In an instant, he understood what this thing was, feeling his scalp tingling with fear.

Without hesitation, he turned around to flee, but—

It was ultimately too late!

Boom!

A terrifying blood light, accompanied by countless crimson runes, shot forth abruptly, striking Yan Weiyi without warning.

Yan Weiyi felt an unimaginable pain tearing from the depths of his Primordial Spirit, as if thousands of sharp blades were shredding his Soul simultaneously.

His whole body was thrown uncontrollably backward, crashing into dozens of sea trees.

The intense pain nearly shattered Yan Weiyi’s consciousness, but his survival instinct forced him to distance himself yet again.

When he looked down, he realized that half of his Primordial Spirit had been blasted away.

The nearly translucent Primordial Spirit body was covered in hideous cracks, with each crack continually seeping a seven-colored primordial liquid.

The next moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his Primordial Spirit, with tiny flecks of seven colors flickering within the blood; it was a sign of Spirit Slash Realm Primordial Spirit disintegration.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

Then, he suddenly looked up at Zhou Qing.

"This is the Blood Soul Spirit Slayer Talisman left by Fifth Ancestor for Yan Sen to save his life, how could it be with you?"

Yan Weiyi’s furious roar made the surrounding air buzz, his heart surging with boundless regret and unwillingness.

But the intense pain also cleared his mind instantly. Just as he was about to distance himself once again, cold air suddenly filled the surroundings.

Only then did he realize he was trapped in an ice wall crafted entirely from ice crystals.

Beside him, Lu Yaoyao, who was supposed to be in a coma, had risen somehow, forming seals with her hands, while a massive Ice Lotus slowly rotated behind her.

"It’s a trap, a trap aimed at me!" Yan Weiyi understood everything immediately.

With Lu Yaoyao’s constraint, Zhou Qing immediately transformed into the second form of the Golden-winged Roc.

Like a golden lightning streak, accompanied by a sharp scream tearing through the air, he instantly closed in on the ice-bound Yan Weiyi.

"You—"

Yan Weiyi roared furiously, understanding what he was about to face, filled with fear and despair, and exerting his last Spiritual Power to shatter the ice wall.

Amid the cold light of shattered ice soaring through the air, Zhou Qing’s silhouette reappeared swiftly. ​

"It’s time for you to go!" Zhou Qing’s voice was icy and piercing, and the Blood Soul Spirit Slayer Talisman in his palm lit up once again.

Boom!

This second strike was like the collapse of the heavens and earth, with the blood-colored light pillar crumbling space wherever it passed, forming countless black void crevices.

Yan Weiyi’s screams were completely swallowed within, his Primordial Spirit trembling violently in the bright light, and the remaining half of the seven-colored Primordial Spirit dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the dazzling light faded, there was nothing remaining before them, not even a shadow of Yan Weiyi.

Lu Yaoyao excitedly rushed over, her face full of excitement.

"Dead, Zhou, is he dead?" Lu Yaoyao asked urgently.

Meanwhile, Zhou Qing’s vast Divine Sense meticulously scanned the surroundings repeatedly, and though he was sure there was no residual Primordial Spirit, something still felt amiss.

Because everything went too smoothly!

Even though the heavens seemed to be assisting him, leaving Yan Weiyi with only a severely injured Primordial Spirit for some unknown reason.

Plus, two attacks from Spirit Slash Realm Perfection; yet Zhou Qing still felt doubtful that a powerhouse at least in the late-stage Spirit Severing Realm could have died from just these two attacks?

After all, the first attack was at such close range and only blew away half of his Primordial Spirit.

This alone demonstrates that even if only the Primordial Spirit remains in Spirit Severing Realm, its terrifying vitality is beyond their imagination.

"Something’s not right—"

In the next moment, Zhou Qing finally realized what was amiss.

After a Spirit Severing Realm practitioner dies, for at least hundreds of years, the area would be enveloped by a concentration of negative emotions.

The region would remain sunless year-round; the weak-willed people or beasts would be consumed by the resentments cut away by the Spirit Severing Realm practitioner, turning into "Tomb Guardians" similar to puppets.

But at that moment, the sky was a wash of blue, the sea breeze gently blowing, with nothing resembling the signs present after the fall of the Peng Emperor at Spirit Skull Mountain or the death of the Spider Emperor at Blood Prison Mountain.

All of this hinted that Yan Sen’s eighth uncle had not perished!

"Shh—" Zhou Qing immediately made a shushing gesture and slowly closed his eyes.

As he reopened his eyes, a pair of blood pupils appeared instantly.

Suddenly, the scene before him underwent a dramatic transformation.

The outlines of the surrounding trees and rocks were lined with threads of ghostly blue Spiritual Qi.

Even the sea breeze transformed into silver threads, weaving into a net in the void, with each vibration magnified into a clear trajectory.

Zhou Qing began slowly scanning his surroundings, the blood glow from his double pupils intensifying continuously.

On layers beyond what the naked eye could perceive, countless delicate Spirit Patterns shot from his pupils, encircling the area like a spider’s web.

Every Spirit Pattern that touched an object returned a wealth of information, from the subtle shifts of soil beneath the ground, to the evaporation of dew on the backside of the leaves, and even the heartbeat of Lu Yaoyao beside him.

Soon, just thirty zhang away, under the broken trees where Yan Weiyi had crashed into previously, there seemed to be a trace of Spiritual Qi flow that was abnormally stagnant.