Chapter 571: “The Old Warrior! The Old Scholar! The Third-Realm Heir of Prince Qing! The Nightshock Spear! Red Light!”

Rumble! Rumble!

He ran forward like a ferocious beast. As he ran, his vital energy surged outward, and a mighty tiger appeared, exuding an overwhelming killing aura.

Seeing this, the heir of Prince Qing frowned slightly and swung the white light in his hand, striking downward.

The towering, muscular elder instantly sensed the danger of the white light. Yet he did not dodge, and he charged forward relentlessly. His sheer ferocity was evident; just landing a single blow on the heir would make the effort worthwhile!

The old scholar, seeing this, let out a cold shout, “A gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall!”

A surge of righteous energy burst forth from the old scholar’s body.

The fierce tiger, radiating unstoppable killing intent, avoided the white light entirely and lunged straight at the heir of Prince Qing.

Boom!

The tall, muscular elder swung a punch at the heir, and the heir staggered slightly. Then the white light on his body flared, and in the next moment, it blasted the towering elder away!

His eyes darkened with fury.

“You’re looking for death!” he roared, swinging the white light!

“Words fail the righteous; brute force confounds spirits!” the old scholar shouted, and the heir found his swing halted mid-motion.

But the white light suddenly erupted with a surge of powerful energy, merging with the heir’s body. When he swung it again, the sharp aura sliced a trench hundreds of meters long in the ground.

“Confucian cultivators...” he muttered.

“Thanks to you, I’ve gained even more mastery over this demon immortal’s divine weapon.”

The heir of Prince Qing sneered.

Earlier, he hadn’t fully fused with the divine weapon left by the demon immortal. But the combined attack from the two elders had strengthened that connection, allowing him to unleash the weapon’s full power.

Suddenly, the young woman as cold and ethereal as an immortal acted. She slashed with her sword, and a purple blade of light instantly extended hundreds of meters before descending from the sky.

Seeing this, the heir of Prince Qing swung his white light to meet it!

Boom!

A powerful aura surged outward from the two of them. The young woman, ethereal as an immortal, was blasted backward; her eyes widened in surprise.

The heir of Prince Qing’s gaze narrowed slightly. “So it’s the Ziying Sword[ref]The Ziying Sword originally appeared in The Legend of the Swordsmen of Shushan. It is an ancient relic from a bygone era, with a hilt shaped like a dragon. Its head features a long snout and it gleams like a streak of purple lightning. While not vastly different from a typical sword in form, its design is uniquely archaic, and its treasure aura radiates with intense brilliance.[ref]... no wonder!”

The white light in his hand had now manifested into a weapon. It was a long spear, jet-black from tip to end, with a simple, archaic design and an unmistakable aura of murderous intent.

“The Nightshock Spear... the demon immortal's inheritance in the Shanhai Secret Realm is the Nightshock Spear?” The young woman frowned slightly, clearly taken aback.

“I’ll kill you all... and just feed the killing intent into my spear!”

The heir of Prince Qing swung the Nightshock Spear and charged forward!

The Shituo Kingdom was vast, roughly twice the size of Donglin Prefecture, and Shituo City was the location of the demon immortal's inheritance. Few cultivators were fortunate enough to find their way here.

Boom! Boom!

Deafening and continuous explosions rocked the air as the cold, ethereal young woman transformed into a streak of white light and fled. Instantly, the old scholar followed closely behind.

The heir of Prince Qing, wielding the Nightshock Spear, saw his aura climbing continuously. Especially with the elephant-headed humanoid godlike figure behind him, his combat strength rivaled that of a third-realm Yang Spirit expert. The three of them were no match.

The burly warrior elder was pierced by the Nightshock Spear, but he self-destructed on impact, jolting the heir of Prince Qing’s body. This bought precious time for the young woman and the old scholar to escape.

When she saw this, the young woman’s face was cold as frost. The burly elder had been a loyal servant of her family, watching her grow from childhood. She never imagined he would fall here in the Shanhai Secret Realm.

“Miss, don’t grieve. Old Qi and I were already fated to die, living one more day is a bonus,” the old scholar said in consolation.

“This man is consumed by demonic energy and wields the Nightshock Spear, a weapon of mass destruction. Sooner or later, he will become a calamity!” the young woman, cold and ethereal yet strikingly beautiful, spoke solemnly.

There was one thing she didn’t say; she would personally kill this young man!

Yet the heir of Prince Qing, having fused further with the Nightshock Spear, now had immeasurable cultivation. In the Shanhai Secret Realm, he temporarily possessed the strength of a third-realm Yang Spirit. Even if only briefly, he could utterly crush every cultivator in the realm.

The young woman, ethereal and graceful, was at the peak of the second-realm Yin Spirit. But who would have imagined that someone wielding a demon immortal's inheritance could reach the third realm within the Shanhai Secret Realm? The rules of this realm normally forbade third-realm cultivators from entering; it was a massacre waiting to happen!

Along the way, a barefoot old monk was also impaled by the heir of Prince Qing’s spear. With each strike, his aura soared even higher, and his speed increased!

Soon, he caught up to the cold, ethereal young woman.

“Children shouldn’t speak of such things...”

Before the old scholar could finish, the heir of Prince Qing impaled him to the ground with a single thrust of his spear. The razor-sharp spear pierced straight through his head, leaving him dead with eyes wide open.

In his final moments, he tried to emulate the burly warrior’s self-detonation, but the heir of Prince Qing was far stronger than before.

A tremendous aura erupted from the Nightshock Spear, instantly reducing the old scholar to powder.

“Old Du!” The young woman, cold and ethereal, cried out in anguish. Her gaze turned ice-cold, brimming with hatred as she fixed her eyes on the heir of Prince Qing.

The sword in her hand was no ordinary weapon either. The Ziying Sword was a tremendously powerful magical weapon.

At this moment, the Ziying Sword transformed into a streak of light, shooting toward the sky. The ethereal young woman, riding the sword, aimed to take the heir of Prince Qing’s head.

The heir swung his long spear, and...

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Ziying Sword was repeatedly repelled, only to strike again and again.

“Pity I already gave away the Azurebind Sword... and lost it, otherwise it would have been a perfect match with your Ziying Sword,” the heir of Prince Qing remarked.

The young woman said nothing, focusing her sword technique. The Ziying Sword multiplied into thousands, violently surging toward the heir.

Then, a dragon’s roar resounded. The Nightshock Spear in the heir’s hands burst into dazzling white light, illuminating the heavens. The elephant-headed godlike figure behind him radiated an aura of authority; it was at the third realm.

The overwhelming power of this level left the young woman struggling. The white light instantly repelled the Ziying Sword and pressed toward her, controlling all the surrounding spiritual energy like an unbreakable wall, locking her in.

The heir of Prince Qing had gone mad with killing intent. For this young woman, whose beauty was unparalleled, he felt no tenderness, no desire to possess her charms, only the drive to kill and prove his path! Ruthless and emotionless, this was the Celestial Demon Transformation Technique in action.

The brilliant white light threatened to engulf the young woman entirely, when suddenly a blinding red light flared, forcing the white light back. A surge of blood energy flooded the world, scorching like a raging furnace.

The heir of Prince Qing frowned slightly, coldly observing the overwhelming blood energy. Meanwhile, the young woman’s eyes widened in surprise as she turned to look.

A young Daoist appeared; he was handsome and refined, with sharply defined features. His aura was calm and polished like jade, but his eyes were ice-cold. At his waist hung a straight, archaic long saber. On closer inspection, a palm-sized token floated beside him, spinning gently.