Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 423: The Sanctuary

Qinchuan activated his Innate Pupils, and within his pupils, it seemed as if a golden vortex was swirling, from which golden divine light burst forth, shining upon the prayer beads.

However, Qinchuan suddenly discovered that the thread of causality residing upon the prayer beads wasn’t pointing towards the Upper Realm but rather toward the central area of this small world.

"Someone from the Upper Realm has entered the Spirit Martial Secret Realm! And at this very moment, they are at the central location of the Spirit Martial Great Tomb!"

Qinchuan instantly came to an understanding.

At the same time, when he clearly saw that strand of faint causal aura on the prayer beads,

a strong feeling resurfaced from the depths of his heart—the feeling of something calling out to him. The aura of the person in the tomb’s central area was gradually aligning with that strong sensation deep within his heart.

Qinchuan was astonished, "The one summoning me in this Spirit Martial Secret Realm is not so-called spiritual treasures, but a person!"

At the same time, the remaining hundred-plus martial artists from the Netherworld Hall had already rushed forward, with Mysterious Techniques and Magical Treasures bearing down on Qinchuan.

At this moment, Qinchuan’s entire body was luminous, especially in his eyes, where brilliant golden divine light burst forth, as though he had the mighty power to see through heaven and earth.

His entire back was crystal clear, flawless as jade, his skin bright and sparkling without a single blemish—what kind of Treasured Body was this?

The Innate Body was now activated by Qinchuan, with vast True Qi surging around his body, colliding with Mysterious Techniques and Magical Treasures in the air.

Mysterious Techniques and Magical Treasures struck against Qinchuan’s Innate Body—divine light clashing with Mysterious Techniques and Magical Treasures, emitting thunderous explosions.

At this moment, the entire void burst open, the sky above was like countless fireworks blooming, dazzling and splendid. Qinchuan was like a War God from Ancient Times, completely disregarding the might of everyone’s Mysterious Techniques and the edges of magic artifacts as he bathed amidst a myriad of Mysterious Techniques and magic artifacts.

Seeing this scene, the crowd let out a cry of amazement.

"What kind of monster is this? To shake a magic artifact bare-handedly and resist everyone’s Mysterious Techniques and Magical Treasures with his Physical Body, standing invincible at the same time?"

"What Sacred Body has he cultivated?"

The crowd was stunned—what sort of terrifying and abnormal existence was this? He seemed no less than the Holy Maiden of their Netherworld Hall lineage.

Even Ji Huo’er and others who had known that Qinchuan was not simple were now dumbfounded, with wide eyes, gazing blankly at Qinchuan as he walked bathed in innumerable dao lights and divine radiances.

Qinchuan’s strength had once again shattered their cognition.

Qinchuan strode leisurely amidst the myriad dao of raining techniques, shattering countless Mysterious Techniques with a mere raise of his hand, with ease and comfort, without the slightest effort. Finally, the hundred martial artists could no longer bear it and were consumed by the immense backlash, collapsing one after another.

During the entire process, Qinchuan hardly went out of his way to deal with the people, merely activating his Innate Body, which had two organs awakened. The formidable Physical Power reflected back on all the attackers.

Each one of them flushed with color, their blood and Qi tumbling, with some even dying on the spot from severe injuries.

"Ants will always be ants, no matter how many there are, they cannot kill an elephant," Qinchuan’s eyes flickered like lightning, his expression icy cold.

If this were a few days earlier, he could not have dealt with this group of people so easily and might have needed to deploy the Spring-Autumn Pen. But now, having broken through to the Nine Layers of the Spirit Martial Realm, his strength had escalated immensely, and his understanding of the Innate Body had also deepened substantially.

His current strength, compared to two days ago when he repelled the Yin Spirit King, had grown many times over.

The crowd lay scattered on the ground, devoid of the strength to fight again, with quite a few martial artists gasping, "Kid, you’re finished. The Holy Maiden will not spare you!"

Qinchuan swung his palm, and a bolt of lightning struck the man’s head, instantly exploding his body.

"Shut up!"

By now, some had grown fearful, chilled to the bone. With a swoosh, one tried to flee, but another thick bolt of lightning struck down, claiming his life as well.

"Did this young master give you permission to escape?"

A crimson, murderous intent shone in Qinchuan’s eyes, his aura draconic, savage as a storm.

Everyone who met his gaze felt as if they’d fallen into an ice cave, their whole bodies turned cold, no longer daring to speak or run.

In two or three steps, he reached the leader of Netherworld Hall’s youngsters and stepped on his chest.

"Where did you get this prayer bead from?"

Qinchuan cultivated the Innate Body, and although he had only awakened two organs so far, the brief battle had shown just how terrifying the power of the Innate Body could be.

His one foot bore massive strength, Dao Magic unleashed at will, divine light bursting forth, causing the youth’s chest to tighten, the overwhelming pressure rendering him speechless.

The youth’s face was devoid of color, his lips trembling, his throat making whimpering, squeaking sounds: "I... I..."

"A dying duck’s quack is still tough, still not coming clean even at death’s door!" Qinchuan snorted coldly, exerting pressure with his foot, and a terrifying oppression transferred to the boy, turning his internal organs to mush.

The youth’s last expression transformed into horror, his mouth agape.

But it was too late.

Qinchuan then moved towards another pale-faced young man. He had clearly seen that this one was also a leader among the hundred martial artists, only much more low-key than the last.

He towered above, gazing down at the young man indifferently, and asked, "What’s the name of your Holy Maiden, where does she come from? How long has Netherworld Hall been in the Spirit Martial Great Tomb? How many people are here, and what is your purpose for occupying this place so aggressively?" Qinchuan fired off a series of questions and held his foot above the other’s face, hanging but not dropping.

He was, of course, aware that his foot’s force could have made the previous youth unable to speak, but it was deliberate, aimed at putting psychological pressure on this young man.

As for where the prayer beads came from, he was no longer concerned, for with the guidance of karma, he would soon meet the other party.

And sure enough, this youth was already deathly pale, but upon seeing Qinchuan’s gesture, he practically scared out of his wits, pleading repeatedly, "I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, please don’t kill me!"

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"Our Holy Maiden comes from the Sacred Hall, she’s already entered the Life Prohibition Zone, I don’t know her name; I entered this place a year ago, and some came even earlier; as for how many, the Spirit Martial Great Tomb has one hundred and eight areas plus the Central Area, all with people from Netherworld Hall, no one has bothered to count the total number."

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The pale-faced youth answered, but all his responses were useless, without any valuable information. He was unclear about how many people from Netherworld Hall were present, when they arrived, and even more so about the purpose of their venture, he was totally clueless.

In the end, Qinchuan kicked him away.

Casting an icy glance over the many martial artists, he said coolly, "Go back and tell your Holy Maiden, Qin will personally visit the Life Prohibition Zone in a few days!"

The martial artists, having salvaged a breath of life, scattered in disarray, no longer mindful of their wounds.

"Who exactly is this youth, to be so terrifying? We can even handle twin-winged Demon Tigers, yet we’re defeated by this boy!" A group of them felt ashamed and vexed, yet profoundly shocked. Some had been in the Spirit Martial Great Tomb for quite some time, their cultivation solid and unyielding, far beyond what ordinary Spirit Martial Realm martial artists could compare to, yet they were unable to breach this boy’s defenses.

This youth, was too terrifying, possessing an air of authority akin to their Holy Maiden.

"Hurry to the Life Prohibition Zone to report to the Holy Maiden! Ask her to deal with this boy herself!"