My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

589 Together With the King!

Some of them were obliterated by the enigmatic aura in the air, dissipating into nothingness. Qin Huai was fully focused as he launched a second punch at Qilin.

Boom!

As he punched, the black tortoise burrowed out from beneath. The huge waves it sent out upon emerging shot Qin Huai into the sky.

His left hand clawed against the current, and he managed to grasp the sharp tail of the black tortoise. The black tortoise suddenly lifted off the ground as Qin Huai held onto its tail.

He was in a hurry.

Boom!

The waves receded, and the ground beneath Qin Huai cracked once more. Rocks and the black tortoise flew through the air.

Bang!

The entire King Bone Holy Altar vibrated as the black tortoise was smashed into the ground. Its body disintegrated, and the waves surged anew.

Qin Huai dashed into the waves and emerged shortly after, having torn the black tortoise apart in the waves. He had also decapitated a baby.

The Qilin, next to him, charged over again, its aura markedly different than before. It was enveloped in dazzling light, causing Qin Huai’s blood and qi to show signs of stabilizing.

“Interesting,” Qin Huai remarked, throwing another punch at the suns.

Bang!

The Qilin’s horn collided with Qin Huai’s body, and his fist missed its mark. However, Qilin dodging Qin Huai’s two punches was its limit. The auspicious scales on its body had vanished without a trace, revealing bare flesh from which blood flowed incessantly.

Indeed, Qilin was unable to dodge Qin Huai’s third punch. Qin Huai had also slayed Qiong Qi.

Qin Huai had engaged the most with the ferocious beast Nine Supremes. Even if he destroyed its body, all damage was attributed only to its head. A head exploded. Despite having its body completely destroyed, it could still recover.

“His life-saving methods are excellent and can be considered invincible. Unfortunately, his cultivation methods are among the weakest of the eight clans,” Qin Huai commented as he crushed the heads.

Then, he turned his gaze to the immobile azure dragon, his eyes gleaming with white light, causing it to back away.

Those outside the King Bone Holy Altar were left speechless.

“I’ve seen the Great Calamity Formation’s power in the western battlefield. A single ferocious beast could rival a peak visceral prefecture realm expert. Whether in terms of killing power or survivability, it’s superior to living beings. But this person…” someone remarked.

“I never imagined someone could overlook the attacks of the eight beasts… He didn’t pay any mind to their attacks at all,” another added.

The eight vicious formation had claimed seven beasts, with one still motionless. How could they not be moved by the events? The turmoil they’d seen was far beyond their previous experiences.

The six royal families on the King Bone Holy Altar were also gritting their teeth. The grand elder of the Qiong Qi clan held a large beast skin, faintly floating in the air, emitting a dark light. Upon close inspection, one could see it was an intact piece of Qiong Qi hide covered in ancient patterns, suggestive of a long history.

Black waves of light emanated from it, causing the mountain beneath to tremble continuously, as if something was about to manifest.

The other five members of the clans held various treasures as well. The phoenix clan produced two seven-colored feathers, while the white tiger clan revealed a pair of seven-meter-long canine teeth. The Qilin clan had scales, and the Nine Supremes clan was carrying a withered baby corpse, bizarrely featuring three heads and six arms. The black tortoise clan’s shell was pressing down on the mountaintop, causing the most violent shaking.

“This won’t work. If this kid arrives, we may not finish in time,” the grand elders collectively sighed, looking at each other with visible concern. They’d assumed that the formations, while not enough to kill Qin Huai, would stall him sufficiently.

They were, of course, a little uncomfortable. If the news of the six royal clans dealing with two of them were to spread, it would be enough to incite mockery. If they were to prepare on the battlefield in advance, it would indeed be shameless.

However, they didn’t foresee Bai Shiquan being so straightforward. They found themselves in a predicament.

Bang!

At that moment, seven figures stepped out from the mountain peak almost simultaneously.

Bai Shiquan looked around at his companions and wore a bright smile. “It appears we’re all on the same page,” he commented.

The Fourth Generation Fairy toyed with her hair, replying nonchalantly, “Who among us isn’t a future king? We suffered a defeat at the Golden Spirit Temple. Isn’t it time we exacted revenge?”

The twin phoenixes chimed in harmoniously, “We’ve long awaited this day.”

Third Young Master Qiong gnashed his teeth, “Indeed.”

Young Master Qi of the Qilin clan shone brightly with a holy light, his presence alone enough to demand everyone’s attention. Meanwhile, the man from the black tortoise clan donned a blue-green robe and remained silent. He hefted a large shield, leading the charge down the mountain.

“Don’t hold it against us, Young Master Long, for having superior numbers,” Third Young Master Qiong noted with a sinister smile. “One on one, you may outmatch the Chief and Extinction. Even the future kings might struggle against you. But you are different. You have the strength that warrants our besieging.”

Bai Shiquan added, “When the time comes, I’ll make sure you’re truly dead.”

Their consciences remained clear, knowing they were unlike the old, tradition-bound figures behind them.

“Times have changed,” the fairy remarked, a teasing smile playing at her lips, “Isn’t there a saying? A dead fairy is but a skeleton. Only those alive can be beauties.”

As her words hung in the air, they began to make their moves. The ground beneath Qin Huai instantly crumbled, and an earth spike, wrapped in king’s force, thrust upward, targeting his toes. Surprised, he thought, ‘Can king’s force really be used this way?’

There was no time for further contemplation as hundreds of fire feathers descended from all directions. As Qin Huai made a defensive fist throw, the feathers exploded into white marks on his sturdy body.

“Interesting,” he noted, the white light in his eyes intensifying. His white hair fluttered freely, and a smile tugged at his lips.

In the midst of the chaos, Bai Shiquan appeared in the air with a roar, wielding a long spear and carried by the black tortoise demon atop the earth spike.

As Qin Huai threw a punch in response, he felt his heart racing with excitement. Yet his momentum wavered uncontrollably, and his skin split open, blood spilling forth. The white tiger’s attack was formidable indeed, heightened further by the fing’s force.

Third Young Master Qiong seemed to be orchestrating this unmanageable momentum. As if intending to embrace the entire sky, he shouted, “Surrender!”

Meanwhile, Young Master Qi of the Qilin clan was caught by a youth from the phoenix clan. Their combined forces caused Qin Huai’s aura to weaken again, allowing Bai Shiquan to press his attack.

Blood splashed through the air in response to the assault, and the blood-filled sky instantaneously turned golden, forming into tigers and wolves that sprang at their enemies.

But Young Master Qi was prepared, his cry of “Intimidation!” causing the beastly figures to dissolve back into blood droplets. Even so, the collapsing blood technique remained intact and the figures regenerated, assaulting the phoenix twins, Young Master Qi, and Bai Shiquan once more.

Qin Huai seized the opportunity, grabbing Bai Shiquan’s ankle and delivering a punch. A white dragon appeared from his fist, radiating potent power. Bai Shiquan’s own counterpunch exploded into spiritual energy, filling the air.

“What other tricks do you have?” Qin Huai demanded, his eyes fixed on the mountain peak where the other elders stood in front of their artifacts.

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