659 The Ferocious Spirit World

Zhang Youji’s eyes widened as he watched Qin Huai boldly advance toward the vast army of the three kings.

“Brother Qin…”

“The alliance master has achieved the king realm,” Le Ji’an said, his tone even.

“We are lagging behind,” another added.

“Would he be the leader if we weren’t?” Fang Huo remarked with a hearty laugh, though his gaze betrayed mixed emotions. “Seems we need to push ourselves more.”

Saying this, he dashed toward where the king realm expert from the Sacred Heart Sect was. Le Ji’an and the rest promptly followed.

“Are you all just rushing off without a plan?” Long Pingjing asked, watching the group’s unwavering determination and then glancing at the formidable three-kings alliance army. “They represent the might of the six grand royal clans, not just any militia…”

But her cautionary words faded as even Zhang Youji, wearing a smile, joined the departing group. The warnings of prudence went unheeded.

“Madmen, all of them!” Long Pingjing exclaimed, displaying a fiery spirit unlike her usual serene demeanor.

Eventually, she lifted herself off the ground to join the rest. Alone, she’d only hinder Qin Huai. And as for Qin Huai’s ability to tackle such a formidable force, she declared with mixed feelings, “Alliance Master Qin is truly blessed in martial arts!”

Her voice echoed with a mix of hope and trepidation. The last thing she wanted was for Qingzhou to face the fate of the imperial city.

Qingzhou’s prospects were clear-cut. With these prodigious talents, the city would either ascend magnificently, reigning supreme or fall disastrously, devoured by the six royal clans and the ferocious Sacred Heart Sect.

From a distance, Qin Huai momentarily paused, reflecting, “This daughter of Prince Qing Cang is indeed a little unexpected.”

Initially, he’d mistaken Long Pingjing for just another docile heiress. But her transformation after breaking free from Prince Qing Cang’s clutches was enlightening.

A thunderous voice interrupted his musings. “Qin Huai, instead of worrying about others, perhaps you should consider your own predicament.”

Qin Huai found himself ensnared, surrounded by a multitude emanating powerful auras, their eyes sparking with electricity. The collective might of these warriors felt oppressive, like a suffocating cage. The ambiance was so dense that the very air seemed on the brink of rupturing.

Above, the three kings exuded a formidable presence. An array of arrows filled the sky, each targeting Qin Huai, causing the earth to shatter and churn beneath him. But amid the chaos and onslaught, Qin Huai stood unwavering, the picture of serenity.

“Such arrogance, fitting for the top prodigy of Great You,” the blood sea king remarked. From his mouth, a vast tide of gray, wailing souls emerged, rushing at Qin Huai like a cascading river.

The sheer volume of spirits rapidly consumed the space around Qin Huai. Standing his ground, a brilliant golden radiance emanated from Qin Huai, so luminous it resembled the sun.

As the vengeful spirits collided with him, they met an unyielding force, shattering on impact. But despite this display of power, Qin Huai’s brow creased. A mark marred the golden shield surrounding him, disintegrating over time.

“This is my domain: The Ferocious Spirit World,” the blood sea king boasted, a sly smirk playing on his lips. “Physical defenses are secondary here. My spirits can directly harm the soul!”

“Your vaunted Invincible Vajra Blood can’t block my attack,” he taunted.

They had meticulously studied Qin Huai’s abilities before coming. Those selected to confront him were specifically chosen to counter his powers.

Their mission, although extreme, was simple: Eliminate Qin Huai. Every other consideration, including Qingzhou and the dragon clan’s imperial capital, was secondary to this goal.

With a gesture, Qin Huai summoned the king corpse. Muscles bulging and blood coursing, it stood as a barrier against the relentless spirits. Devoid of a soul itself, the corpse was an ideal counter against the blood sea king’s domain.

Yet, its reign was short-lived. Another figure, cloaked in flaming robes, intervened. Purple flames swiftly enveloped the corpse, immobilizing its blood sea technique. Amidst the purple blaze, the corpse, now awash in golden blood, was further entrapped by a collective cry.

“Phoenix Cry, Requiem!” a horde of demons chorused. Their voices weaved a spell, paralyzing the corpse mid-air.

It seemed as if its very bones were resonating, about to fracture. Free from hindrance, the vengeful spirits once again veered toward Qin Huai.

The orchestrated sequence of attacks revealed the opponents’ thorough preparation.

“Display your true power, Qin Huai,” one of them taunted. “Challenging our mighty army solo, you’ve surely attained the king realm by now. Show us the kind of domain the number one prodigy has.”