Chapter 1601: I Truly Lack the Will to Kill

“Puh!”

The blood mist exploded in the air.

Zhou Qing had no time to catch his breath before Liu Hanchuan’s palm strike tore through space towards him.

The speed of the Supreme Realm surpassed understanding; although he twisted his body to the limit, his right side was still hit directly by the raging torrent of Spiritual Power—

“Crack!”

The brittle sound of fractured ribs mixed with the dull noise of tearing muscles.

His right shoulder and entire arm instantly turned into a bloody pulp, with white bone shards piercing through the remaining skin, lung fragments spewing out his mouth with fresh blood.

“Ugh—!”

The pain surged through his entire body like a mad tide, and Zhou Qing’s vision was immediately dyed in blood.

His body flew horizontally like a snapped kite.

The shadow of death was close at hand!

However—

Just as his consciousness was about to collapse, deep within the Sea of Consciousness, the Four-Color Tao Flower suddenly spun wildly!

Buzz!

The golden petals bloomed with dazzling brilliance, releasing stored vitality and Spiritual Power like a flood, rushing instantly into every limb and organ!

Zhou Qing’s previously dilated pupils abruptly contracted, forcibly replenished with Spiritual Power, pulling his near-darkness mind back!

Immediately, “Demon-Suppressing Golden Bone” began to operate autonomously.

“Boom—”

A solemn Buddha’s shadow rose from the ground behind him, radiating a seven-layer golden wheel of merit.

Sanskrit chants resonated through heaven and earth, and broken bones wriggled and mended like living creatures, glowing with a golden hue at the fractures.

Muscle and sinew intertwined like golden threads at a visible speed to weave a rebirth!

Crack, crack…

Amidst the eerie sounds of bone restructuring, Zhou Qing’s shattered half body restored completely within three breaths!

Newborn skin shimmered with a faint golden gleam, with Sanskrit faintly flowing beneath, as if this body had been forged into a Buddhist Sect’s golden physique!

“Jiyuan Temple’s ‘Demon-Suppressing Golden Bone’?!”

Liu Hanchuan’s pupils quivered violently, his face full of disbelief.

Rumor had it that few in the temple succeeded in cultivating this technique, let alone an outsider.

Where did he learn it from?

Zhou Qing merely sneered, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping over the Four-Color Spirit Gathering Array.

The Array Pattern showed signs of dimming, as this Extreme Dao Weapon had never refined two Supreme Realm entities before, and the energy required was extraordinarily immense.

Without hesitation, he waved his hand, throwing a large amount of Top-Grade Spirit Stones into the array.

“Up till now in my cultivation, I’ve never truly battled a Supreme Realm opponent.”

After finishing this, Zhou Qing slowly lifted his head, a proud curve forming on his blood-stained lips.

“Patriarch Liu, being distracted now could be fatal!”

As his words fell, his hands suddenly formed an ancient seal gesture—

“Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain, rise!”

“Screech—!”

The piercing cry of a phoenix split the skies!

Behind him, the void ripped open, and a blood-colored phoenix with a wingspan of ten zhang emerged, beating its wings!

Every feather burned with crimson flames, its eyes like two blood moons, a fierce aura sweeping across the land!

More terrifying still, dense blood-colored inscriptions surfaced around Zhou Qing, each emanating a primal, savage aura!

“This is the second Inscription-level Divine Technique you’ve mastered?!”

Liu Hanchuan paled with horror, his heart nearly stopping.

Though he hadn’t gone himself during the Shen Family incident, the returning ancestors had described in detail Zhou Qing deploying two Inscription-level Divine Techniques.

Moreover, everything from the onset of battle happened too quickly, in mere moments, two Supreme entities vanished consecutively!

On this battlefield, only he remained.

Despite his own cultivation greatly surpassing Zhou Qing, an undeniable fear arose in him.

But beyond that was a streak of greed!

A blood-colored phoenix and a golden seal, witnessing the deployment of two Inscription-level Divine Techniques for the first time in his life.

If he, a Supreme Realm cultivator, wielded them, surely their power would be even greater!

He immediately prepared for a defense, fixing his gaze on the ancient bronze mirror floating next to Zhou Qing, his voice hoarse:

“What is that thing?! Where did the old ancestor go?!”

“You should first mind your own affairs!”

Zhou Qing chuckled sinisterly, slowly raising his right index finger.

Five innate feathers on the Blood Phoenix’s chest suddenly detached, transforming into five blood rainbows that fused into his fingertip.

“Taste this!”

As his finger pointed forward, the winds and clouds changed!

The blood phoenix screeched once, carrying tumultuous murderous flames as it charged fiercely!

Wherever it passed, space twisted and shattered, and the ground was plowed into a hundred-zhang scorched furrow!

“Xuantian Strong Shield!”

Liu Hanchuan dared not be careless, quickly forming seals, and nine bronze shields flew out from his sleeve, the Kui Dragon patterns emitting blinding blue light.

“Boom—!!!”

Blood fire and blue brilliance erupted into a sky-surging wave!

“Ugh!”

Liu Hanchuan grunted, retreating seven steps, each step creating a spider web-like deep pit in the ground.

The outermost three shields were melted into molten iron, and the remaining six were covered in cracks!

He looked down at his shattered palm, blood dripping from his wrist, waves of shock surging in his heart—

Was this the power of Inscription-level Divine Techniques?!

A mere Spirit Severing Realm had managed to wound a Supreme!

“Demon Suppression!”

Zhou Qing’s face suddenly blanched, the successive casting of such techniques had evidently depleted his Spiritual Power almost entirely.

Yet his eyes shone with a manic light, his hands forming seals once more, his ten fingers swiftly changing, burning the remaining Spiritual Power wildly!

“Daluo Demon Sealing Seal!”

Boom!

Above the skies, the ancient golden mark condensed once again, crashing down as if delivering divine punishment!

The mark entwined with dense sealing runes, even the air solidifying under its pressure!

“Locked?!”

Liu Hanchuan’s complexion changed drastically, for hadn’t he just seen this seal suppress the old ancestor?

His form flickered several times but found that no matter how he moved, the golden mark pursued him relentlessly.