I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 636: Chapter 482: Toying, Celestial Concealment Technique

The howling blizzard swirled in the air, with icy shards resembling sharp blades, yet when they touched Qin Tian and Asaki, they were shattered by an invisible force.

Qin Tian and Asaki stood about dozens of meters apart, staring at each other. Behind Qin Tian, the Demon King’s Wings gently flapped, keeping the snowstorm at bay three feet away. The Black Frost Blade was held diagonally in his hand, with flickers of purple lightning intermittently appearing on the blade.

Asaki was surrounded by a surging blood-red mist, his crimson eyes fixed on Qin Tian, and the blood-colored long knife in his hand emanated a nauseating stench.

Two distinctly different oppressive auras clashed in the air, causing the frozen earth beneath to crack with fine lines.

Zhuge Yu stood behind Qin Tian, deftly slipping the bronze Array Plate into his sleeve. He casually brushed off the snowflakes on his green robe, and the previously tense expression on his face completely vanished, replaced by a relaxed smile.

He was well aware of Qin Tian’s abilities; with Qin Tian around, they wouldn’t die.

However, Taishi Feng maintained his vigilance. He silently tightened his grip on the Heaven-piercing Halberd in his hand, his brows furrowed.

He knew very well that Qin Tian, like himself, was a Tier Six Spiritualist, while their opponent was a Tier Seven Holy Blood Asura. Even if the three of them joined forces, they might still face dire consequences, and the slightest mistake could lead to their deaths.

“So you are Qin Tian.” Asaki was the first to break the silence, his voice hoarse, a cruel, cold smile curving at the corner of his lips: “I hadn’t gone looking for you, but unexpectedly, you delivered yourself to me. Just as well, saves me a trip. Today, I’ll send the three of you on your way together, giving my Luoho Clan an explanation!”

Upon hearing this, Qin Tian raised an eyebrow. It seemed he was also one of Asaki’s targets, but it didn’t surprise him.

Inzaghi Luoho had suffered repeated setbacks at his hands, with heavy losses. Given the domineering nature of the Luoho Clan, they would naturally seek revenge, and this expedition to the relics was a perfect opportunity.

Killing people here, without a trace, even if they died, no one would know.

“Qin Tian, be careful. He’s Asaki Luoho, a direct lineage member of the Luoho Clan, a Tier Seven Five Stars Spiritualist.” Taishi Feng quickly reminded, fearing Qin Tian might be unaware of the other’s background and recklessly underestimate him.

“Hmm.”

Qin Tian nodded; indeed, even if Taishi Feng hadn’t said, he would still know Asaki Luoho’s identity.

After the list of those entering the relics was confirmed, Zhuge Yu had given him a document detailing each person’s identity, strength, and points to note.

He had an excellent memory, only needing to see something once to remember it indefinitely.

Not to mention someone so ugly–that was deeply ingrained in his memory.

Qin Tian looked at Asaki’s face, hideous to the soul, with lips protruding like an ape, a bluish-black complexion, and skin from forehead to jaw wrinkled like scalded bark–even his crimson eyes exuded a sinister ugliness.

The people of the Luoho Clan truly, under a uniform basis, blossom in ugliness, each with its unique flair.

Asaki, being so perceptive, instantly caught that flash of disdain in Qin Tian’s eye, even mixed with a hint of inexplicable pity–a look like he was gazing at a pitifully ugly reptile.

For the Asuras, their ugliness wasn’t a significant concern, or rather, they’d given up on fixing it altogether. Among their kind, there was even a consensus that the uglier one was, the stronger one tended to be.

Trading looks for power–not a bad deal.

But even if they accepted it themselves, they couldn’t tolerate anyone blatantly expressing disdain or contempt for their appearances through looks or words.

Should such a person appear, they’d let them know what the wrath of an Asura truly was.

Without further words, Asaki suddenly pushed off the ground, causing the frozen soil to collapse into two deep pits. The Tier Seven Five Stars Spiritual Energy burst forth instantly, the blood-red mist around him solidifying into armor. Like a blood-colored arrow shot from a bowstring, he charged at Qin Tian.

The distance of dozens of meters was covered in a heartbeat at his terrifying speed, ripping the wind and snow into a vacuum trail in his wake.

“Die!”

Asaki roared, his blood-colored long knife cutting down with a world-shattering momentum. The blood-colored Sword Qi condensed on the blade was three meters wide, like a crimson lightning tearing through the sky, enveloped in a pungent stench and Asura’s killing intent, aiming straight for Qin Tian’s head.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, snow evaporated instantly, the frozen earth plowed into a deep trench several meters wide, and even the air was compressed into stagnation by this domineering force.

Qin Tian’s eyes narrowed, yet he remained unflustered.

His feet were firmly rooted on the frozen soil, the Demon King’s Wings behind him slightly flapping, as black currents and purple lightning intertwined on the Black Frost Blade, meeting the blood-colored Sword Qi head-on.

There were no elaborate techniques, only the most straightforward clash of power.

“Ding—!”

The moment the two blades collided, the sharp, piercing metallic hum exploded like thunder, sound waves rippling across the ground. The accumulated snow within a hundred meters radius was completely swept away, while the frozen soil cracked along spider-web patterns, and even distant ice rocks crumbled and flaked.

The next instant, a black figure was seen blasted backward as if struck by a missile, while a blood-colored figure stood firmly on the ground.

“Is that all you got?” Asaki looked at the retreating Qin Tian, a smirk of disdain curving at his lips.

He had thought that Qin Tian, who made Inzaghi suffer, would have had some real skill, yet he couldn’t even withstand a full-force attack, and was even weaker than the burly man standing beside Zhuge Yu moments ago.

Zhuge Yu, Zhuge Yu?!

Suddenly, Asaki’s pupils contracted. Only then did he realize that Zhuge Yu and Taishi Feng, who had been standing behind Qin Tian, had somehow vanished without a trace.