Chapter 373 - 352: Secrets (Part 2)

Chapter 373: Chapter 352: Secrets (Part 2)

At that moment, the three phantoms became fuel. The malevolent aura, killing intent, and the core power of the Seven Kills Heart Scripture they contained surged like a bursting dam, flooding wildly into the Seven Kills Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit.

BUZZ!

The very air vibrated.

The Seven Kills Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit, which had been ethereal and unstable after the loss of its physical body, began to rapidly solidify and expand at a visible rate.

In the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a solid Dharma Aspect of his Primordial Spirit. It stood nearly three feet tall, its entire body the color of blood jade. Its features were sharp and menacing, and it was draped in a battle robe woven from blood-red Evil Qi.

The pressure from its Divine Soul was like a surging sea of blood, sweeping over everything and carrying an aura that sent a tremor of unease through even Chen Li.

"Today, I will show you the true meaning... of the Way of the Seven Kills!"

"Now... DIE!!!"

The Seven Kills Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit sent out bone-chilling psychic waves, every word dripping with boundless malevolence.

The crimson Primordial Spirit made a grasping motion. A torrent of the Power of Divine Sense surged forth, instantly coalescing in its hands into a Blood River Saber. It was identical in form to the previous Blood Moon Saber, forged from condensed, bloody light and vicious killing intent.

Bloody light swirled across the blade’s surface, and the faint wails of tormented souls could be heard. Though it was an intangible object, the aura of sharpness and destruction it radiated was several times more potent than that of a physical Divine Weapon.

The moment the blood saber formed, the Seven Kills Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit strode forward. A blood-red Saber Aura tore through the wind and snow, carrying a terrifying will that aimed to obliterate the Divine Soul as it slashed down at Chen Li.

Before the blade even arrived, an Intention to kill aimed purely at the Primordial Spirit crashed down like a tidal wave. Anyone with a weaker Divine Sense would have their soul instantly shattered and dispersed.

A battle between Primordial Spirits was far more perilous than a physical brawl, and Chen Li didn’t dare to underestimate his opponent.

He took a deep breath. A dazzlingly brilliant golden light suddenly flared from between his eyebrows.

HUMMM!

An incredibly solid Primordial Spirit, about two feet tall and glowing with a warm, gentle golden light, strode out from above Chen Li’s head.

The instant the golden Primordial Spirit appeared, it reached out and beckoned to the empty air.

The Qiankun Ruyi Staff shot through the air as a streak of dark light and landed in the golden Primordial Spirit’s grasp.

With the long staff in hand, the golden Primordial Spirit’s presence swelled. Facing the world-cleaving, blood-red Saber Aura, it neither dodged nor evaded, thrusting the staff directly into the attack’s core.

BOOM!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no physical destruction of flying sand and shattered stone.

But at the very instant the staff and saber collided, an invisible yet utterly terrifying storm of Divine Soul energy erupted from the point of impact.

At the heart of the battle, golden light and blood-red light frantically intertwined, clashed, and annihilated one another.

Chen Li’s golden Primordial Spirit executed the Ape Strike Skill, wielding the Qiankun Ruyi Staff in an impenetrable defense.

In contrast, the Seven Kills Ancestor’s crimson Primordial Spirit fought like a maddened demon. It pushed its Blood River Saber Technique to the absolute limit; every slash was vicious, every move was lethal—a true all-or-nothing assault.

By using the Seven Fiends God-Seizing Skill to forcibly enhance his Soul Power, he managed to fight Chen Li and his Divine Artifact to a temporary standstill.

The clash of Divine Souls was far faster than any physical combat. In every instant, there were thousands of collisions of Intention and power, unleashing terrifying storms of Divine Sense!

Far away, Peng Anmin was caught by the storm’s aftershock. His vision went black and his ears rang. He felt an excruciating pain, as if his very Divine Soul were being torn apart, and he nearly tumbled headfirst off the carriage shaft.

He went pale with fright and yanked hard on the reins. The carriage galloped backward once more. Only after retreating another five hundred feet did the suffocating spiritual pressure finally ease, but by then his face was ashen and his back was soaked with sweat.

In an even more wretched state was the tiger-masked man, whom Chen Li had left immobilized in the snow by sealing his pressure points.

Unable to run or hide, he could only bear the full brunt of the terrifying spiritual assault with his own Divine Soul.

The pain sent his body into convulsions and made his eyes bulge. If his pressure points weren’t sealed, he would have been screaming in agony.

This crushing torment, originating from the level of the soul itself, was far more terrifying than any physical pain.

CRACK!

It was another direct, no-frills collision.

The blood-red Saber Aura and the dark silhouette of the staff clashed violently.

The Blood River Saber shattered on impact once more.

It disintegrated, scattering into a shower of crimson light motes.

"A Divine Artifact!"

The Seven Kills Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit let out a shriek of absolute, piercing rage.

Two of the three phantoms behind him let out one last, silent wail before exploding violently. They transformed into pure Soul Power, replenishing him and allowing him to coalesce another Blood River Saber.

Chen Li, however, had not escaped unscathed. The light of his golden Primordial Spirit had dimmed slightly.

Taking the force of that rage-fueled blow head-on, the recoil had sent a tremor through his Divine Sense.

He grew increasingly solemn.

’The Seven Kills Ancestor’s power is far beyond my estimates. At his peak, he must have been in the Dharma Realm.’

’If his Primordial Spirit’s core wasn’t damaged, his body wasn’t destroyed, and if I weren’t wielding a Divine Artifact like the Qiankun Ruyi Staff... the outcome of this fight would be far from certain.’

"Kill!"

With no intention of retreating, both sides clashed once more.

This time, the Seven Kills Ancestor fought with even greater frenzy.

However, desperation alone could not bridge the gap in power or overcome the suppression of a Divine Artifact.

Merely seven exchanges later.

BAM!

The Blood River Saber shattered again.

This time, it shattered completely.

The Seven Kills Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit shuddered violently, its form flickering and growing more translucent.

Frantic and furious, he roared again and again. He feinted, his crimson Primordial Spirit lunging toward Chen Li’s face, baiting Chen Li into a sweeping counter with his staff.

But then the Primordial Spirit abruptly changed course, transforming into a streak of blood. Faster than a bolt of lightning, it shot toward the tiger-masked man who was lying in the snow, struggling to endure the spiritual shockwaves.

"Senior! Save me!"

The tiger-masked man was scared witless and shrieked hoarsely, "I know his secrets! The location of his hidden treasure—"

At this point, desperate to survive, he couldn’t afford to hold anything back, throwing out every bargaining chip he could think of.

"You traitorous disciple! Die!"

Hearing this, the Seven Kills Ancestor flew into a blind rage. The blood-red light of his Primordial Spirit pulsed violently.