The God of War Appears! Qilin Corpse Rain!

The fallen king corps was swiftly reconstructed by numerous droplets of blood and rose once again. Qin Huai thrust his spear into the revived king’s soul, reinforcing the frail body, making it robust.

A hush enveloped the area, with everyone’s gaze fixed on the uninvited visitor. His effortless killing of a clan elder at the pinnacle of visceral prefecture realm was astounding.

The six royal clans’ experts exchanged uncertain looks, trying to guess the identity of this influential figure from the Sacred Heart Sect. What stunned them further was the realization that the mastermind behind the blood beasts, which they had sacrificed so much to defeat, was merely a pawn to this new adversary. This revelation shook their very foundation, considering they were no mere sects but rulers of the Great You dynasty.

“Vajra King?” ventured Young Master Qi, attempting to discern the newcomer’s identity. However, his audacity was swiftly met with a looming sense of doom. His complexion drained of color as scales and hair enveloped him. He summoned clouds that morphed into tentacles to bind the advancing threat.

Boom!

Still, the looming arm shattered its binds and lunged at Young Master Qi’s face, obliterating it with a powerful punch. Just like that, the celebrated Young Master Qi, known as one of the seven prodigies among the six royal clans, met his end at Qin Huai’s hands.

A chilling silence descended, and many retreated, creating a clear ten-meter radius around Qin Huai.

“Impossible! Not even a king-tier being could defeat Young Master Qi with a single blow,” an elder exclaimed. “This is the secret realm of Pingwang. A king-tier would at least struggle before prevailing.”

The phoenix twins echoed in unison, “Unless… our equal domain techniques have no effect on him?”action

No sooner had they spoken than the previously resurrected king corpse approached them.

“Phoenix Fire!” they cried in tandem, sending a fiery blaze toward the king corpse.

The fire, resembling a horde of phoenixes, enveloped him. Yet, the golden-hued blood sea of vengeful souls surrounding the king corpse rendered him immune to the fire. He then launched his blood manipulation technique and engaged in combat with the phoenix clan experts.

Down below, Qin Huai set his sights on Third Young Master Qiong. But the royal clans were on their guard, not allowing Qin Huai an easy victory.

Wu Cheng’s body grew taller, clad in heavy armor constructed of earth and stone, adorned with glowing spirit stones. As Bai Shiquan moved to act, the clan elder stopped him.

“That man is strange. Don’t act rashly,” the elder of the white tiger clan warned, referencing how Qin Huai defeated Young Master Qi with a mere blow. They needed to understand Qin Huai’s capabilities — the loss of their leader here could be devastating.

Yet, unlike the cautious white tiger clan, the Qilin clan lost all restraint. Their clan elders, leading their kin, approached Qin Huai. The combined might of hundreds created a surreal environment, attempting to trap Qin Huai in an illusion.

But Qin Huai only smirked. “An illusion…”

With a mental command, the scene shifted, revealing a vast mountainous forest. The disoriented Qilin disciples whispered among themselves, realizing their technique had failed.

“It’s a guardian spirit item!” An experienced Qilin elder recognized the challenge they faced. Without hesitation, he invoked their clan’s ancient power, summoning Qilin beasts. But the numbers of Qin Huai kept growing, shifting the battle’s tide.

The desperate Qilin elder, wielding another scale, chanted, “All barriers, fade away! Break!”

A radiant burst emanated from the scale, only to be overshadowed by a dark force protecting the bronze world. The Qilin elder’s disbelief was evident. “How is that possible?!”

Qin Huai’s gentle voice responded, “Nothing is impossible.” Appearing like a phantom, his hand pierced the elder’s heart.

Sensing a disturbance in the bronze world, Qin Huai surmised that external forces aimed to breach it.

As the blood mirror shimmered, the king corpse plummeted to the ground, clutching the bronze plate, steadying the trembling bronze world. This strategy was Qin Huai’s solution to the bronze world’s singular weakness. Given the king corpse’s resilience, he should withstand long enough for Qin Huai to defeat all foes within.

Qin Huai faced the last two elders of the Qilin clan. In mere moments, the bronze world was strewn with bodies. All the Qilin warriors had met their end at Qin Huai’s hands. He reappeared atop the mountain, accompanied by a grisly rain of Qilin remains descending from the bronze world. The sight was haunting, reminiscent of spring snowflakes withered before their time.

Witnessing this, the other five royal clans were filled with dread. Their morale plummeted like a downpour. They had yet to decipher Qin Huai’s ability to bypass the equal domain’s power.

With the Qilin clan decimated, Bai Shiquan gratefully acknowledged the elder beside him. He voiced the collective sentiment: could they endure long enough to find Qin Huai’s weakness?

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Beyond the mountain, Zhang Youji stared at the sky, awestruck. “It’s unfathomable that someone like this exists.” His junior inquired if Zhang recognized him. He merely shook his head.

Nearby, Shan Yanzi, a prominent disciple from the Confucian Sect, was equally stunned. “A singular hero, truly a god of war.” Dian Qingchun, a respected academy head, could only stare, speechless.

At the Buddhist Sect, a monk with a dazzling appearance and skin fairer than a woman touched his bald head. Looking at the scene that was revealed under the golden light, his face was the complete opposite of the kind faces of the people around him. His eyes were filled with excitement.

He was Chi Nian, known as the Flower Demon Monk. Admiring the unfolding chaos, he pondered Qin Huai’s ability to override the equal domain. “Does this mean he transcends equality?”

Another monk nearby, tears of blood streaming down, whispered, “This person is so scary.”