CHAPTER 470: CHAPTER 470, RUTHLESS

During the battle between Chu Ming and Xu Huan, although they displayed impressive strength, it was still not enough to move him. He specialized in the Soul, ghostly and unpredictable. Even the top ten young prodigies in the Profound List could fall into his trap if they were careless.

Even though he suspected that Chu Ming was also a Spirit Cultivator, only a month had passed since the auction. How much could Chu Ming have possibly practiced the Spiritual Profound Undying Needle?

Poof, poof, poof...

Just as Grey Xing’s lips slightly curled, the smile on his face gradually stiffened. In terms of the Soul, in Chu Ming’s Sea of Souls, one by one, the Spiritual Profound Needles fully activated, shattering the sonic wave-like Soul Attack instantly.

At this moment, everyone felt a shiver deep in their souls.

Chu Ming and Grey Xing did not move, but everyone could feel an invisible pressure gradually enveloping the entire scene.

"A battle between Spirit Cultivators is more mysterious than a battle between swordsmen. In a swordsman’s battle, at least there are techniques, but in a Spirit Cultivator’s battle, outsiders are completely in the dark."

"We seem to have some Spirit Cultivators among us; why not let them explain the situation!"

"You’re right, go and ask them quickly!"

The martial artists in the audience looked suspicious, and soon, an elderly man with white hair was invited to the front row of the audience.

The white-haired elder wore a black robe. Though his face was aged, he was still full of vigor, with a rosy complexion.

"This is Master Qian Hunye!"

A Martial Artist in the Ninth Layer of the Guiyuan Realm introduced him to the crowd, his face full of respect, with a hint of fear deep in his eyes.

"Greetings, Master Qian Hunye!"

"Greetings, Master Qian Hunye!"

"..."

At the mention of his name, everyone looked scared. Qian Hunye might not be famous in the Sword Domain, but to martial artists in the Guiyuan Realm, he was akin to a nightmare.

Years ago, Qian Hunye had once used his Soul Power to trap and kill a Great Power of the Realm of Transcendence. Although the Sword Domain was strong, Great Powers of the Realm of Transcendence were not common.

"Hmm!"

Qian Hunye was very satisfied with their attitude. He casually chose a front-row seat and sat down, his gaze falling on Chu Ming and Grey Xing in the fighting area, frowning slightly.

"Master, how is the situation?"

The Ninth Layer Guiyuan Realm expert asked urgently, while the others craned their necks, eager to catch any words.

"Grey Xing is not in a good situation!"

Qian Hunye frowned and said with uncertain suspicion.

"What?!"

The other viewers were stunned, their first thought being that he was lying.

"Master Qian Hunye, is this true?"

The Guiyuan Ninth Layer expert asked cautiously.

"What? You doubt my judgment?"

Qian Hunye’s face darkened, his voice cold, his eyes turning white, with mysterious auras swirling as if ready to take a life at any moment.

"I don’t dare! I don’t dare!"

The Ninth Layer Guiyuan expert instantly panicked and denied hurriedly. Qian Hunye’s temper was notoriously capricious. In conversation, a small disagreement could lead him to rage violently, even torturing the opponent’s soul. He dared not provoke him.

"How strange..."

Ignoring the Guiyuan Ninth Layer martial artist, Qian Hunye looked at Chu Ming and Grey Xing in the center, murmuring softly.

Grey Xing’s mastery of the Soul, though not as profound as his own, was still potent. In his heart, he favored Grey Xing, so the current situation was naturally unexpected.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the battle center, Chu Ming and Grey Xing were clashing their souls. On the soul level, Grey Xing was like a giant spider, with numerous green Soul Chains spreading from his Sea of Souls, attacking Chu Ming.

Behind Chu Ming, countless rows of Spiritual Profound Needles were arrayed. Whenever the Soul Chains approached him, a Spiritual Profound Needle would shoot out, shattering the chains.

Grey Xing’s advantage lay in his exceptional familiarity with the Soul, maneuvering it skillfully, while Chu Ming benefited from immense Soul Power, capable of both attack and defense.

"Damn it, how can his Soul Power be this strong!"

Grey Xing cursed inwardly, biting his tongue tip until a drop of blood flowed, filling his mouth with a metallic taste.

Boom!

The numerous green Soul Chains shattered simultaneously, transforming into a green Soul Storm, sweeping towards Chu Ming. At this moment, everyone’s soul was trembling rapidly.

"Crap, I feel like my soul is being slowly sucked away!"

A Guiyuan Realm Eighth Layer martial artist exclaimed, his face pale and powerless.

"I feel it too!"

"Me too!"

Many martial artists responded, eyes filled with despair.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Qian Hunye flew into the air, stretching out his hands swiftly to both sides, instantly forming two green barriers that completely enveloped the audience seats. After doing so, he returned to his seat.

"Thank you, Master Qian Hunye!"

"Thank you, Master!"

"..."

The martial artists watching the battle clasped their fists in thanks.

"Hmm!"

Qian Hunye nodded lightly, his face calm.

...

Boom!

Grey Xing’s Soul Attack was overwhelmingly powerful. Even with Chu Ming’s Soul Power, there was a surge of unease in his heart.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Chu Ming’s Soul Power exploded, over three hundred Spiritual Profound Needles shooting into the air, quickly transforming into blood-red birds. With sharp cries, they charged towards Grey Xing’s Soul Storm.

Poof, poof, poof...

Invisible wind waves erupted between the two, soul energy overflowing. The blood-red birds collided with the Soul Storm, mutually annihilating like moths to a flame.

"Hehe, let’s see how you handle this!"

Grey Xing sneered, already fantasizing about Chu Ming’s agony.

Poof!

Boom!

"Impossible?!"

A sharp, ear-piercing sound rang out as Grey Xing’s Soul Storm shattered instantly, countless Soul Fragments spreading out from the center.

Grey Xing’s face turned pale at the moment the Soul Storm shattered, evidently suffering a backlash.

"Uggh..."

A mouthful of blood spurted from Grey Xing’s mouth, and dozens of the blood-red birds quickly rushed towards him.

"Ah!!"

Chu Ming did not retract the blood-red birds, allowing them to continuously tear at Grey Xing’s soul. Screams echoed through the entire tea ceremony, and everyone shuddered, with even many young prodigies on the Profound List turning pale.

Bang!

In Grey Xing’s mind, a huge boom resounded, his head tilting as he fainted directly.