Chapter 1038: Chapter 659: Another Strike Against Holy Blood_3

Those struck by this technique will suffer permanent and irreparable soul damage.

Although the Luohou clan possesses powerful bloodlines, their strength lies in the physical body.

The Asura body’s toughness and explosive power rank among the top even within the Holy Blood Clan.

However, their souls are no match for Qin Tian, who possesses [Divine Venerable], especially in terms of soul defense, which is almost their biggest weakness.

One move, just one move, and Ossar completely lost his fighting ability.

From the moment Qin Tian made his move until now, only two rounds have passed.

In the first round, Feili was beheaded.

In the second round, Ossar was knocked unconscious.

The Tier Seven genius of the Luohou Clan, of the Holy Blood Lineage, was dealt with so casually.

Saral stood where he was, looking at the fallen Ossar and then at the lifeless remains of Feili, with anger churning inside him like magma.

"Qin Tian!!! How dare you kill my Luohou clan’s lineage?"

Saral squeezed out these words through his teeth, the dark red longsword in his hand trembling slightly, a sign of his extreme anger.

"The Holy Blood Lineage, haven’t I already killed enough of them?"

Qin Tian looked at Saral dispassionately.

Saral’s face twitched.

He knew that Qin Tian had once killed a member of the Shinguji Clan’s lineage.

That incident caused quite a stir within the Empire, and the Shinguji Clan once vowed to make Qin Tian pay in blood, but in the end, for some reason, it was settled quietly.

But he didn’t expect Qin Tian to be so audacious.

Provoking one Holy Blood Clan wasn’t enough; he even killed people from the Luohou Clan without any scruples.

Having offended two major Holy Blood Clans, is there still a place for you in the Empire?

Saral stared intently into Qin Tian’s eyes, trying to find a trace of hesitation, fear, or regret.

But what he saw was only calmness.

Calm as if a stagnant pool of water, calm to the point of chilling one’s heart.

Qin Tian indeed didn’t care.

Since the time he served as the Guardian Envoy at the Ice Extreme Pass, he had harbored deep resentment against the Luohou Clan.

Inzaghi Luohou used every underhanded method possible against the Ice Extreme Pass, constantly hindering and obstructing from the shadows, and he had no idea how many tricks had been used, including killing many of his people.

Later, during the major developments on Mingwang Planet, the Luohou Clan frequently obstructed the developments at the Ice Extreme Pass—through bribery, threats, infiltration, and sabotage, using every available method.

He and the Luohou Clan were already on opposing sides, with no room for reconciliation.

Killing one lineage member or ten does not make a substantial difference to him.

Moreover, if he killed them all here, who would know about it?

Qin Tian’s gaze fell on Saral, a fleeting sharpness in his eyes.

Next, it’s your turn.

This was his first time facing a Tier Eight Holy Blood Master directly.

The pressure was definitely present.

Saral’s spiritual energy fluctuations were like an abyss, unfathomable.

But Qin Tian was confident.

With numerous top-tier talents supporting him, he had enough qualifications to battle against a Tier Eight Holy Blood.

And now, the first thing he needed to do was—

Qin Tian’s eyes narrowed slightly, the golden light in his pupils flickering.

"Buzz——"

The dark red longsword in Saral’s hand suddenly emitted a low hum.

The hum was not loud, yet it was exceptionally clear, resonating in the empty cave, carrying an indescribable... pain.

Saral’s face changed instantly.

This dark red longsword was meticulously crafted by a master artifact refiner whom the family had specially commissioned at great expense.

The blade was primarily made from extraterrestrial meteorite iron, supplemented with dozens of rare minerals, and was forged in spiritual fire for eighty-one days in total before taking shape.

This sword was definitely a top-tier spirit soldier without a doubt.

More importantly, during the forging process, the master artifact refiner intentionally infused a remnant soul of an ancient fierce beast, using special methods to awaken the artifact spirit.

Spirit soldiers with artifact spirits are completely different from those without— the former possesses spirituality and can autonomously adapt to the battle rhythm of the master, even protecting the master in critical moments.

This was Saral’s trump card.

In countless fierce battles, in numerous life-and-death moments, it was this sword that turned the tides for him.

But now, his sword was... wailing.

"Buzz——Buzz——Buzz——"

The hum of the blade grew increasingly urgent, increasingly sharp, turning from a low drone to a piercing sound, as if thousands of ants were gnawing within the blade.

Saral looked down at the sword in his hand, his pupils contracting suddenly.

Fine cracks appeared on the blade.

The cracks started from the hilt and spread like a spider web toward the tip, increasingly numerous, increasingly dense.

The dark red blade was becoming mottled and bizarre among the cracks, like a porcelain piece on the verge of shattering.

"No—!"

Saral cried out in alarm, hastily infusing spiritual energy into the blade, attempting to stabilize it.

But it was all in vain.

"Crack—!"

A crisp shattering sound.

The blade shattered entirely, countless fragments bursting in all directions, sketching dark red arcs in the air, clattering as they fell to the ground.

And in the instant the blade shattered, an invisible energy shot out from the fragments, heading straight for Qin Tian.

That was the spiritual essence of the blade.

Qin Tian raised his hand, grasping it, letting the light settle securely in his palm, then be absorbed by the Black Frost Saber.

The Black Frost Saber’s blade trembled slightly, emitting a delightful soft hum, as if tasting some delicious delicacy.

The thunder light on the blade became brighter, more dynamic, with a faint layer of dark red sheen now on the edge.

Saral was dumbstruck, unable to believe what had just transpired.

The top-tier spirit soldier that had accompanied him for decades, gone through countless battles, without any direct clash, without any external impact, had just... shattered?

What kind of sorcery is this?

Qin Tian’s lips curved up slightly.

Weapon Dissolution.

One of the Soldier Immortal’s abilities.

Last time, to deal with that strange ghost coffin, he used this move, extracting its spirituality and catching it off guard.

And now, this move had achieved success once more.

Without a weapon, a spiritualist is like losing an arm, with their strength decreasing by at least thirty percent.

Qin Tian tightened his grip on the Black Frost Saber, its purple-golden thunder light exploding, illuminating the entire cave as bright as day.

His gaze locked onto Saral, battle intent blazing in his eyes.

Now, let’s use you to test out my true combat strength.

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