Chapter 103 - 94: Ghost-faced Asura, Qin Ye Recognizes the Face Under the Mask

Chapter 103: Chapter 94: Ghost-faced Asura, Qin Ye Recognizes the Face Under the Mask

As soon as he finished speaking, a peerless freak immediately took the lead, charging forward to suppress Jiang Hao.

Seeing this, the other dozen or so peerless freaks hesitated. However, this hesitation lasted only a second before they all drew their swords and followed suit. Everyone knew that if they retreated now, they would essentially lose any chance of obtaining the Imperial Extreme Technique. Therefore, even at this point, they still wanted to take a gamble and refused to give up so easily.

In an instant, over a dozen peerless freaks launched their suppression simultaneously. The top-tier peerless geniuses, however, were already thoroughly intimidated, merely staring blankly at the scene.

Watching the dozen or so figures still charging at him, Jiang Hao was thoroughly enraged.

"Come!"

There were no superfluous words—just one short command.

Seizing the opportunity, he swallowed a Great Spirit Revitalization Pill. The terrifying Spiritual Power instantly dissolved, replenishing the depleted Spiritual Power in his body. However, Jiang Hao’s current cultivation base was far beyond what it used to be. Even a Great Spirit Revitalization Pill could only restore less than one percent of his Spiritual Power.

Seeing that a single Great Spirit Revitalization Pill was insufficient, Jiang Hao simply tossed his head back and downed dozens of them at once, eating the pills as if they were candy.

"My God, are those Great Spirit Revitalization Pills?"

"How can he have so many? Could this person be a peerless freak from some terrifying faction?"

Countless Cultivators turned pale with shock at this sight. Coupled with the black-robed figure’s previous words, which suggested he didn’t even take the Celestial Sword Sect seriously, he had to be an astonishing seedling nurtured by some terrifying powerhouse.

With the replenishment from dozens of Great Spirit Revitalization Pills, the Spiritual Power within Jiang Hao’s body rapidly recovered on a massive scale. At this moment, the dozen or so figures closed in for the kill.

"Eighteen Forms of the Heavenly Hand, Eighteenth Palm—Heaven-Flipping Seal!"

BOOM!!!

Bolstered by an endless supply of Spiritual Power, Jiang Hao acted like a tycoon with boundless wealth to squander, sparing no expense to unleash the eighteenth form. He had been fighting for so long but had never used this final form. The reason was that it consumed far too much Spiritual Power; even he didn’t dare to use it lightly. But right now, he couldn’t care less. Facing over a dozen peerless freaks, he only wanted a quick victory to maximize the deterrent effect.

RUMBLE!!!

In a flash, a massive Hand of the Heavens materialized, slamming ruthlessly toward those terrifying figures. The manifested hand appeared slow, but it was actually unbelievably fast. In an instant, two peerless freaks were struck, swatted right out of the sky by the Heaven-Flipping Seal.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

After swatting down two peerless freaks, Jiang Hao didn’t pause. He instantly shifted direction, steering the massive hand to meet the other dozen terrifying figures. Next, the crowd witnessed a truly heaven-defying scene. Under the crushing blows of the giant hand, those peerless freaks appeared completely defenseless, knocked out of the sky in droves.

In just a matter of breaths, the dozen or so figures had become part of the mountain of bodies, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Meanwhile, Jiang Hao, wielding his ancient sword, stomped down fiercely, firmly suppressing the dozen peerless freaks beneath his feet.

RUSTLE!!!

Suddenly, a wave of commotion swept through the vast sea of people. Countless proud sons and daughters of heaven were completely petrified.

Meanwhile, beneath Jiang Hao’s feet...

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"How is this possible?"

"It’s not true. This isn’t true."

The dozen peerless freaks shook their heads madly, screaming that it was impossible. The arrogant, world-disdaining light in their eyes was gradually fading.

At this moment, Jiang Hao had reached the brink of his fury. Today’s fight for fortune made him feel as if he were reliving the days when he was hunted down with no path to heaven and no door to the earth. All the unwillingness, grievance, and anger he had harbored over the years erupted. Gazing at the sky full of Cultivators, his hoarse yet soul-shaking voice echoed throughout the entire Ancient Emperor Sect ruins.

"Who else?"

"WHO ELSE?!?"

The grimacing ghost mask faced everyone one by one, even staring down the terrifying figures atop the other eight Divine Mountains. His words seemed to drift down from the highest heavens, striking fear into their souls. That single phrase—"Who else?"—intimidated the vast sea of people into absolute silence. Even the peerless freaks on the other eight mountains were breathing heavily, as if they were looking at a Hell Killing God.

Only after a long while did the crowd react.

"Asura, the Ghost-faced Asura... He’s a literal Asura."

"A devil... this devil."

Countless peerless geniuses who had participated in the scramble snapped back to their senses. Waves of chills rose from the bottom of their hearts, their chests heaving heavily. Earlier, driven by greed, they had almost lost their reason and forgotten the meaning of fear. But now, looking at the Divine Mountain dyed red with blood, and that black robe that was almost drenched into a red one, everyone was struck with terror.

Looking at the awestruck crowd, Jiang Hao swept his gaze across the sea of people.

"Since there is no one else, this Cultivation Technique belongs to me. Until we meet again."

Having said his piece, Jiang Hao shot into the sky, tearing through the air as he flew toward the exit of the Ancient Emperor Sect. For just a moment ago, he had sensed a shift from the truly terrifying existences. Tian Jiu, in particular, was radiating an unprecedented fluctuation in his aura.

It was evident that he wasn’t the only one in the world who had achieved the Five Veins Second Transformation. There were at least five others in this region who had undergone a second transformation, though the specifics varied greatly. While some were at the Spirit Transformation Fifth Stage, they had only achieved the second transformation in three veins. Others had it in four veins, and even the weakest among them had at least one meridian undergo a second qualitative transformation.

Therefore, Jiang Hao did not dare to linger. For now, he didn’t even covet the other half of the Cultivation Technique in Fatty’s hands.

The moment Jiang Hao tore through the air to leave...

"Trying to slip away without leaving the other half of the Cultivation Technique? I haven’t agreed to that yet!"

Seeing Jiang Hao flee, the Daoist-robed Fatty exclaimed. Coming to his senses, he instantly took a step forward and chased after the ghost-masked entity.

The moment the Daoist-robed Fatty moved, Jiang Hao furrowed his brows and thought, "Is he also an existence with the Five Veins Second Transformation?"

Anxious to catch his target, Fatty no longer concealed his Spiritual Power, instantly erupting with the might of a Five Veins Second Transformation. However, this was well within Jiang Hao’s expectations. How could someone who clashed head-on with him for dozens of rounds without a clear victor be an ordinary peerless freak?

Meanwhile, the other four terrifying figures remained standing atop their respective Divine Mountains. It seemed the allure of the Imperial Extreme Technique wasn’t enough for them to engage in a life-or-death struggle with such a fearsome entity. Perhaps a Cultivation Technique was exactly what Jiang Hao and Fatty lacked the most, but these four were different. With terrifying factions backing them, their primary choices were Imperial Extreme martial skills and Secret Techniques. Little did anyone know, those four terrifying existences had been practicing Imperial Extreme Techniques since birth.

Watching the two figures tear through the air and depart, the endless sea of people could no longer remain calm. Their mouths were dry, and their eyes remained fixed on the summit of the Divine Mountain, shocked beyond measure.

Among the crowd, one figure looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire body trembling in disbelief. This person was none other than Qin Ye.

He was completely unfamiliar with the black-robed figure’s aura, but he had long heard about that specific attire. Long ago, before leaving Qin City, Matriarch Qin Nalan Feiyan had told him everything about the Pill Storage Tower to comfort him.

"Is... is it him?"

Realizing who that figure was, Qin Ye’s entire demeanor changed. The observant Qin Xiangyuan and the others naturally noticed Qin Ye’s emotional fluctuations.

"Qin Ye, what’s wrong with you?"