Chapter 570: “Outmatched! The Hidden Powerful Will! Escape!? Redirecting the Disaster, Young Immortal!”

“Prince Qing’s mansion... the one that rebelled in the Kingdom of Qian?” Murong Longcheng’s brows furrowed slightly.

“It was to uphold justice under Heaven and establish a new dynasty,” the heir of Prince Qing said calmly.

“Under normal circumstances, perhaps I could have plotted great schemes with you, but now you must hand over the weapon in your possession!” Murong Longcheng barked coldly.

As a prodigy of the Golden Banner Court, he had long held enmity toward the younger generation of the Kingdom of Qian.

And while rebels like this might have shared some common ground, the prize at stake now was the demon immortal's inheritance, and nothing short of divine authority would convince him otherwise.

“And if I don’t?” Prince Qing’s heir replied indifferently.

“If you don’t?” Murong Longcheng sneered.

He suddenly drew the two short spears from his back. Though only two spears flew out, his essence and spirit seemed to fuse with them completely, locking onto the heir of Prince Qing. It had been with this very strike that he had once pinned the flood dragon to the mountains.

The heir of Prince Qing finally began to take this grassland prodigy seriously. He swung the white light in his hand, and a powerful aura exploded outward!

Boom!

Murong Longcheng’s two short spears, infused with his essence, were somewhat like a swordsman’s flying blades.

But this time, the two spears were shattered outright. Even Murong Longcheng, with his strong physique, couldn’t help but groan in pain and step back.

He was taken aback; he knew all the prodigies of the Kingdom of Qian’s younger generation, but he had never heard of this heir of Prince Qing.

Yet the young man had recognized him at a glance, injured him with a single strike, and effortlessly neutralized his most powerful weapons.

Who exactly was this young man?!

Murong Longcheng, proud as a grassland prodigy, surged with his internal aura, shattering the ground beneath him.

The next moment, a white streak of light shot out, directly reaching the heir of Prince Qing. Coiling flood dragons wrapped around his arms, and he slammed them toward the heir.

Then, the heir of Prince Qing instantly waved the white light in his hand!

Clang!

A thunderous chime resounded through the air, and the two paused midair.

The next moment, Murong Longcheng was hurled backward. But he did not hesitate this time; he flew again straight toward the heir of Prince Qing. Harnessing his internal aura, he unleashed another devastating punch. Then, flowing with the momentum, he swept his leg at the young man’s lower body.

This grassland prodigy excelled in combat techniques; simply put, he had honed his skills through countless fights.

The heir of Prince Qing dodged backward, falling slightly behind.

Meanwhile, Murong Longcheng advanced in great strides; his fists were like thunder from the heavens with dragons rampaging, his aura exploding. Even the elegant form of the heir of Prince Qing was forced into disorder by Murong Longcheng’s explosive force!

But the young man swung the white light in his hand once more. Murong Longcheng immediately felt the immense threat, and his entire body was forced backward.

Crack!

The protective talisman on his chest shattered, and the destruction quickly spread throughout his body. He wore a suit of flood-dragon scale armor, impervious to blades and spears, immune to fire and water. Yet with a casual strike, the heir of Prince Qing not only destroyed Murong Longcheng’s protective talisman but also cleaved through his flood-dragon armor.

Shock surged through Murong Longcheng’s heart. But the blood and courage in his bones left no room for fear. He tore off the shattered armor, eyes burning with battle intent. His muscular, coiled body was revealed, radiating seemingly limitless power!

“Senior, assist me in killing this man!” Murong Longcheng communicated with the powerful will within him.

Instantly, a surge of immense energy burst from his

dantian

, flowing through every limb and bone. Murong Longcheng’s aura skyrocketed to its peak. His body grew several cun taller, and his muscles swelled with terrifying force. Even the coiling flood dragon along his arms thickened and grew more imposing!

“Invoking a god? No... the god is within you!” The heir of Prince Qing furrowed his brows, speaking with deadly insight into Murong Longcheng’s situation.

Murong Longcheng’s heart tightened. Now he had borrowed the power of the will within him, and he held nothing back. Both fists smashed forward, like full moons, crushing everything in their path.

“Fine, today I’ll play with you a little,” the heir of Prince Qing sneered coldly.

Then, the white light in his hand vanished. Even to the end, Murong Longcheng couldn’t discern what kind of weapon it had been.

But behind the heir, a massive godlike figure appeared; it was an elephant-headed humanoid, majestic and ancient in aura.

With the appearance of this figure, the heir of Prince Qing’s aura surged violently. He and Murong Longcheng then faced off directly.

After a dozen or so breaths, the grand hall collapsed with a tremendous roar. A battered figure fled with his eyes glowing dark gold and upper body bare, his muscles coiled and ripped.

It was the grassland prodigy, Murong Longcheng. Despite invoking the immense will within him in the Shanhai Secret Realm, he had been utterly overpowered, unable to mount any real defense!

“Yang Spirit expert!”

Horror gripped him. When the elephant-headed god appeared behind the heir of Prince Qing, its aura had been indistinguishable from that of a Yang Spirit-level cultivator. The powerful will within Murong Longcheng had gone silent, choosing not to intervene directly but instead pouring its energy into his body to help him escape.

Whoosh!

A sharp slicing sound cut through the air, and a white light shot toward Murong Longcheng’s back, aimed straight at the center of his spine. It looked as if it intended to pin the grassland prodigy to the ground.

The powerful will inside Murong Longcheng briefly took control, releasing energy ten times stronger than before, and he swung his hand to deflect the white light.

But the cost was immense; his arm shattered in the process. The white light was unbearably sharp, overwhelmingly forceful, utterly terrifying.

Murong Longcheng seized the residual momentum to flee desperately. The powerful will inside him controlled his body for a brief moment, quickly propelling him toward the outskirts of the ancient Shituo Kingdom city.

In the Shanhai Secret Realm, he was not the only young prodigy; other terrifyingly powerful sect leaders had also entered, seeking the miracle of breaking through to Yang Spirit realm.

Soon, Murong Longcheng drew the heir of Prince Qing in front of a group of people. Among them was a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and an enchanting aura; she radiated an air of cold elegance, like a true immortal.

The heir of Prince Qing charged forward. Seeing the object in the young woman’s hand, he couldn’t help but pause for a moment.

“Looks like I’m not the only one with overwhelming fortune,” he said coldly, fixing his gaze on the young woman.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Miss, hand over what you’re holding, and I can guarantee your safety.”

Prince Qing’s heir enjoyed associating with extraordinary people, but after all he had been through, his temperament had gradually grown darker. Especially after personally killing Prince Qing to cultivate his Celestial Demon Transformation Technique, his mindset had shifted toward ruthless and unfeeling.

The young woman with the cold, ethereal aura was accompanied by two elderly men with white hair. One was a burly, muscular warrior. The other was dressed as a scholarly recluse, appearing somewhat disheveled.

“How dare you offend my lady!” the burly elder shouted in anger and charged straight at the heir of Prince Qing.