Chapter 460 - 337: Wuya’s Identity

Chapter 460: Chapter 337: Wuya’s Identity

"Dead?"

The waves churned. Yama was decapitated, but strangely, only a small amount of blood flowed out.

Yu Changsheng frowned. He glanced at the number on his Evil Qi Token; it hadn’t increased. Without pausing, he flicked his Golden Spear viciously at Yama’s body once more!

"PFFT..."

Yama’s body disintegrated, exploding into a cloud of blood mist. However, a mysterious aura rippled out and coiled around Yama’s head. The eyes within the head twitched strangely. A moment later, the blood mist receded, coalescing back into Yama’s form.

"HUFF... HUFF... HUFF..."

Yama collapsed on the shore, propping himself up with one hand. His face was now deathly pale, and his aura had weakened to its absolute limit.

’That guy... His methods are so ruthless. If I hadn’t used my life-saving technique in time, my soul would have been completely shattered.’

Yama clutched his chest, watching Yu Changsheng from afar with lingering fear. The unconcealable terror in his eyes prompted him to act without a moment’s hesitation. He rose to his feet and transformed into a streak of bloody light, fleeing into the distance.

His combat power was now completely depleted. Staying here would be suicide.

Yu Changsheng’s brows knitted together. He gave Yama a deep look, then glanced at Qiu Xing, who was locked in battle with the Red Purgatory. Wordlessly, he abandoned the thought of pursuit, pushed off the ground, and charged toward Qiu Xing.

’That Yama? Is he really that useless?!’

Qiu Xing’s expression darkened. He glanced in the direction Yama had fled, then turned to face Yu Changsheng and the Red Purgatory, taking a deep breath.

"You’ve truly surprised me. To think that just half a Celestial Slaughter Golden Lotus could elevate you to this degree..."

"Had I known, I would have annihilated you from the very beginning."

Qiu Xing said in a low voice, watching Yu Changsheng as he took a tentative step back.

Yu Changsheng couldn’t be bothered to respond. He patted the Red Purgatory, which understood at once and spewed endless Evil Fire, completely encircling Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing’s expression remained unchanged. He narrowed his eyes and looked to the sky, where his Heaven-Reaching Cyan Ghost was locked in a fierce struggle with the Profound Turtle. His gaze grew even colder.

The Cyan Ghost Celestial Vortex was his strongest technique, one that had cost nearly half his Cultivation to cast and sustain. Now that it was tied up by the Profound Turtle, he truly had no confidence he could kill Yu Changsheng—especially not this new, far more powerful version.

"Fine! You want to die? I’ll grant you your wish!"

After a moment, Qiu Xing let out a low roar and slammed a fist into his chest. He spat out a mouthful of turbid air, which transformed into black threads. The threads twisted and interwove, coalescing into a long, ink-black nail that hovered between the real and the illusory. Howling like a spectral gale, it shot toward Yu Changsheng, radiating a palpable Power of Extinction.

"Soul-Destroying Nail!"

The instant the nail appeared, before Yu Changsheng could even react, Qiu Xing began to cough up blood uncontrollably. He staggered backward, his face a mask of exhaustion, as strands of his hair began to turn white.

’A technique that consumes one’s own lifespan...’

Yu Changsheng narrowed his eyes. Seeing this, he nodded to himself. He felt the aura of extinction coming from the nail and let out a soft chuckle.

"If this attack of yours were aimed at the physical body, I really wouldn’t dare face it directly. But it’s a shame... since it’s a Divine Soul Attack..."

Yu Changsheng gently exhaled. The next moment, a red light flared in his eyes. His Sea of Consciousness violently shook as an unimaginably vast Divine Sense Power erupted, transforming into a brutal, red thunderbolt that shot out from his eyes and slammed into the Soul-Destroying Nail.

BOOM!

A silent shockwave rippled outward. Upon impact, the seemingly indestructible Soul-Destroying Nail shattered inch by inch, dissolving back into black threads before dissipating completely.

"Cough... Cough... How is this possible?!"

Qiu Xing coughed up more blood and staggered back. Wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were filled with utter disbelief.

"Your Divine Soul... When did it become so powerful?! Are you at Golden Core Peak?!"

"Take a guess."

Yu Changsheng smiled faintly. A moment later, after shattering the Soul-Destroying Nail, the red Spiritual Sense Thunder slammed into Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing’s body went rigid. He stood frozen in place, his face contorting as veins popped out on his temples. His gaze turned vacant and murky. His Sea of Consciousness churned from the violent impact, and even the Heaven-Reaching Cyan Ghost in the sky was affected, its form wavering unsteadily.

Seeing his chance, a sharp glint flashed in Yu Changsheng’s eyes. His body flickered, and he instantly appeared before Qiu Xing. While his opponent was stunned, he snatched the Celestial Slaughter Golden Lotus from his robes and the Storage Pouch from his waist before smashing a vicious fist into the side of Qiu Xing’s head.

"PFFT..."

The searing pain jolted Qiu Xing back to his senses. His head snapped to the side, his neck breaking under the immense force. Blood streamed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth—a truly wretched sight.

"YU CHANGSHENG!!!"

Qiu Xing instinctively reached for his prize, but his hand closed on empty air. Seeing the Celestial Slaughter Golden Lotus now in Yu Changsheng’s grasp, he let out a bloodcurdling shriek. With his hair in disarray, he glared at Yu Changsheng, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.

"Void Fire: Haoyang!"

His only answer was a massive, hundred-zhang fireball. Radiating astonishing heat, it absorbed the surrounding Evil Fire. Its power churned and built to a terrifying crescendo before it suddenly detonated right in front of Qiu Xing.

RUMBLE!!

It was as if the sky were falling and the earth splitting apart. The very fabric of space tore, creating fine cracks in the void. At the epicenter of this cataclysm was Qiu Xing.

"No!"

Qiu Xing’s eyes flew wide open. The feeling of mortal peril reached its absolute peak, making his scalp crawl with terror. Viciously biting his tongue, he snapped his head up and, with a wave of his sleeve, summoned the Heaven-Reaching Cyan Ghost—which had been locked in combat with the Profound Turtle—to appear before him and take the blow.

"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"

The Cyan Ghost shrieked in agony as the solar storm disintegrated its body, tearing it into fragments that slowly vanished. Seizing this brief opening, Qiu Xing shot backward, coughing up blood as he fled into the distance, escaping the brunt of the blast.