Chapter 820: Battle with the Soul Body

Qin Sang’s primordial spirit felt no fear, yet he still did not wish to let the spike touch him. No one could be sure whether it carried some strange side effects. This was his first time facing a soul body of such strength, so he was exceedingly cautious.

A violent gust slammed into him head-on.

Qin Sang retreated rapidly, dodging again and again, until he finally released the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells. The flames condensed into a single mass and collided with the cone, both shattering at once.

As the flames scattered, the Yan Luo Banners of Ten Directions flapped and roared. Another stream of fire was drawn forth. Qin Sang flashed into the banner array, and with a wave of his arm, the flames before him transformed into a black spear.

The woman arrived just in time.

The moment she faced the spear, feeling the aura of the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells, her figure halted abruptly. Her gaze locked onto the black flames, and a hint of fear flickered across her face.

The Devilish Flames of Nine Hells naturally restrained the soul to some extent, and as a pure soul body, she instinctively felt dread.

Seeing that the flames were effective, Qin Sang’s expression brightened. He jabbed a finger, and the spear began spinning on its own. In an instant, it shifted from stillness to motion, shooting toward her like lightning.

As expected, the woman dared not let it strike. She abandoned her pursuit, sliding sideways several zhang, swiftly evading and trying to circle around the spear.

Having seized the initiative, Qin Sang pressed hard.

The Devilish Flames of Nine Hells gathered and scattered at will, sometimes transforming into sabers, spears, swords, or halberds, relentlessly driving her back. Yet her speed was simply too great, her movements impossibly agile, making it impossible for him to land a decisive blow.

Several times, she tried to launch a sudden strike at him, only to be repelled by the flames. Qin Sang’s speed was no less than hers. Repeated failures stoked her fury, and she let out a series of enraged roars. Her eyes burned crimson with bloodlust, her appearance utterly terrifying.

There was no trace of frailty about her, she was the very image of a resentful spirit.

Outwardly, Qin Sang seemed to hold the advantage, but in truth, he had yet to inflict any real harm.

He lifted his gaze toward the distant battle between the Spiritual Infant grandmasters. The ferocity there had only grown, each exchange earth-shaking. His brows furrowed slightly. How much time was left for him?

Just then, he spotted an opening and shouted, "Explode!"

Crash!

The flames suddenly erupted.

The woman’s reaction lagged by a fraction. She failed to evade in time, and the flames seared her. A pained moan escaped her lips as the impact hurled her backward.

But to Qin Sang’s alarm, she was sent flying straight toward him.

Wariness gripped him at once. She showed no sign of being wounded, instead, she used the flames’ impact to boost her speed, surging toward him with a savage grin.

"Ah!"

She opened her mouth and screamed at him.

This time, no spike took shape. Instead, the scream itself became a sonic wave, almost tangible, sweeping down upon him like a flood.

The shriek was unbearably sharp, far from a mere cry. It was a terrifying attack in its own right. An immortal cultivator without means of defense, if struck by it, could suffer anything from a shaken primordial spirit and momentary paralysis, to instant shattering of the soul, bleeding from the seven orifices, and death.

She had been biding her time, waiting for this moment, and her move struck true.

Catching him completely off guard, Qin Sang had no chance to evade. The wave struck him full on, and sure enough, he froze in place, his eyes going blank.

"Huehue..."

The woman gave a piercing, manic laugh, her form twisting into that of a hideous evil spirit. A crimson tongue licked over her fangs, while the nails on her hands grew long and razor-sharp. Her bloodthirst was palpable as she lunged for Qin Sang’s heart.

Yet when she reached him, she realized something was wrong. His eyes were clear, without a trace of confusion, and he was watching her with a cold, steady gaze.

Swish!

Sword light burst forth, instantly splitting into multiple beams. Several streaks of sword light erupted all at once.

At the same time, Qin Sang flicked his wrist, releasing the Two-Headed Hou from the Primordial Unity Ring. The beast had long been ready, its vertical pupils unleashing a storm.

The woman never imagined that Qin Sang was unaffected by her scream that attacked the primordial spirit. He had been feigning weakness, deliberately luring her in for a fatal blow.

In that instant, he brought his full mastery of the Sword Dao to bear. The interwoven sword light flashed like lightning.

Within the storm, wind blades sharp as knives seemed able to shred anything, their power no less formidable.

In the blink of an eye, several sword beams pierced straight through her body.

A moment later, her scream rang out. The ebony sword had struck her, and cracks marred her soul body. Then the storm descended, countless blades of wind slashing her seemingly fragile form, engulfing her in an instant.

Her cries were cut short.

When the ebony sword returned and the storm faded, she was gone, as if destroyed.

Yet Qin Sang’s expression did not ease. He swept his gaze around, then suddenly recalled the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells to shroud himself. Her figure reformed in the distance.

Her limbs were intact, even the cracks from the ebony sword gone without a trace.

Her expression was more ghastly than before. The fact that such a seemingly frail man had shrugged off her attack and even wounded her filled her with venomous hatred. She longed to devour his flesh and blood alive.

"An indestructible body?"

Qin Sang frowned.

He knew that soul bodies differed from cultivators and that certain attacks were ineffective against them. But the ones he had seen before, when struck by an assault of this caliber, if they did not perish, would at least be gravely injured, never left entirely unscathed.

High-level soul refinement was far too strange.

"Wait, no, her form seemed more translucent than before."

His eyes narrowed. So there was a price. That was more reasonable. If she truly possessed such strength and an indestructible body, that would be far too dangerous.

Even so, she was a formidable opponent.

The ebony sword and his other methods could only weaken her. The Devilish Flames of Nine Hells could harm her, but she was keenly wary of them and would not be caught easily.

The distant battle between the Spiritual Infant grandmasters seemed fierce, yet once a victor emerged, it could be over in an instant.

Time favored her, he could not keep dragging this out.

With that thought, Qin Sang gave her a long, deep look, then turned and fled again.

She hated him to her core and had no intention of letting him go, chasing without hesitation.

"Her speed has slowed..."

Even as he fled, Qin Sang sensed something from behind, confirming his suspicion.

His earlier strike had indeed injured her, even if it did not show outwardly.

He stopped running, turned, and drove the flames at her once more. The Two-Headed Hou joined in, and together they unleashed a storm of relentless attacks.

She feared the flames, and in dodging them, left herself open to other strikes. Combined with her earlier wound, it was not long before Qin Sang seized another chance.

This time, he could not shred her body completely, but the ebony sword carved away a large piece of her soul body.

Right before his eyes, she reattached the severed fragment, whole once more, her expression mocking.

Qin Sang’s gaze remained cold and unreadable. Without a word, he urged his astra into attack again, as if determined to perform the same futile act over and over.