My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Chapter 557 - 557 Invincible Vajra Blood! Qin Huai's Punch!

557 Invincible Vajra Blood! Qin Huai’s Punch!
The allure of the invincible vajra blood was evidently too great to ignore. With the arrival of these influential people, the atmosphere around the Golden Spirit Temple became increasingly fraught.

“Let’s clear the space first, everyone,” proposed the Third Young Master Qiong, licking his lips in anticipation. Without waiting for any response, he lightly tapped his foot, causing the ground to crumble, and he propelled forward like a speeding boulder.

The surrounding figures responded swiftly, converging to engage Third Young Master Qiong in combat. Despite the powerful blood essence possessed by these four adversaries, they paled in comparison to the Qiong Qi clan’s scion.

In the ensuing melee, dozens of blows exchanged, resulting in the immediate demise of two people. Their attacks seemed to barely register on Third Young Master Qiong, resembling mere tickles rather than actual harm.

Although the fight appeared evenly matched at first, it was, in reality, a one-sided slaughter. However, the victims moved with surprising agility.

As Qin Huai observed Third Young Master Qiong’s moves, he noted that the latter far surpassed his peers in terms of strength and defense. In the spirit world, the eight royal clans unquestionably held an absolute racial advantage.

“Prepare to die!” a furious roar sounded from behind Qin Huai. Without even sparing a glance, he turned and delivered a crushing blow.

Bang!

The offending figure exploded instantly into a crimson mist.

Startled, Long Huixing, who was on the verge of launching his own attack, withdrew his fist. He eyed the surrounding nine experts, looking at Qin Huai as if he were a beast. Each time Qin Huai struck, Long Huixing was taken aback by his power, effortlessly killing anyone with a single punch.

Remembering the time when Qin Huai had attacked them, he reached a sobering conclusion. That punch was likely just a trial. “Lucky for me that I surrendered right away,” Long Huixing muttered to himself.

Soon, the battlefield was cleared. The six clans and three sects had a total of twenty-nine representatives. With Qin Huai and Long Huixing, the count was 31.

At the center of the battlefield, the Golden Spirit Temple’s radiant light softened, and the entire pagoda, now fully unearthed, towered five meters tall. Its golden light was almost palpable, emanating a solemn and sacred aura.

“Could it be that the dragon clan still has the strength to contend for this invincible vajra blood?” Third Young Master Qiong remarked, his gaze landing on Qin Huai. “Impressive, guardian. How about handing it over to me?” His intent, insinuated by his licking the corner of his mouth, was clear.

“I can’t make that decision,” Long Huixing said, his voice barely audible and hinting at his exhaustion.

“Heh, since you can’t decide, I’ll do it for you!” With that, the Third Young Master of the Qiong Clan sped across the battlefield with lethal intent. But midway, he abruptly pivoted and headed towards the Golden Spirit Temple.

“Third Young Master Qiong, it’s wise not to entertain any twisted ideas,” advised the Fourth Generation Fairy, blocking his path. She gently placed her slender hand on his enormous palm.

Boom!

Suddenly, an explosive force detonated in the surrounding forest, cutting swathes of vegetation like a sweeping blade.

“The disciples of my Buddhist Sect are best suited to inherit the things of my Buddhist Sect,” the plump monk suggested, moving towards the Golden Spirit Temple with a smile.

“No. The fated person should receive it,” interjected a ruddy man in red, surging forward and unleashing a powerful punch.

The onslaught from the surrounding individuals came to a halt. Not only were the younger combatants formidable, but their followers also demonstrated exceptional blood essence. During their earlier dispatch of irrelevant participants, no one had exerted their full strength.

“Brat, I’ll offer you another opportunity,” Bai Shiquan, leading his two companions towards Qin Huai, declared with an impassive expression. “Swear allegiance to my white tiger clan, and I guarantee glory, wealth, and an endless future.”

Qin Huai glanced at them briefly before returning his focus to observing the fights around him, keen on understanding their combat styles.

“If you refuse the gracious offer, then leave!” Bai Shiquan sneered, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that seemed to swell his entire body, and lunged at Qin Huai.

His colossal fist descended from above, the lethal intent locked onto Qin Huai, leaving him seemingly without an escape route. Feeling the horrifying killing intent, Qin Huai’s instincts signaled that evading this punch was impossible. Was this the might of the white tiger clan?

In response, Qin Huai immediately elevated his vitality to its peak, a surging force pulsating from his dantian to the tip of his fist. It was as though layers of white mist were radiating from Qin Huai’s fist.

Bang!

With a loud crash, the two fists collided, neither side retreating. The malicious grin on Bai Shiquan’s face instantly stiffened as he felt his arm fracturing and his power diminishing.

Like a spear piercing through tofu, Qin Huai’s fist relentlessly advanced, his fractured blood morphing into spiritual energy and dissipating around him.

Bai Shiquan desperately attempted to dodge, but the punch was too swift. It reached his head visibly, striking him with an unyielding force. The resulting explosion of spiritual energy slowly integrated into Qin Huai’s body.

The swift battle and its destructive force left Long Huixing, who was observing from the sidelines, once again flabbergasted. He watched as even a warrior of Bai Shiquan’s caliber fell to a single punch.

Bai Shiquan’s two subordinates were equally shocked, their eyes nearly bulging from their sockets at the sight of the spectral light filling the sky and their leader’s vanishing figure. Their momentary bewilderment marked their exit from the spirit world as Qin Huai’s fist promptly shattered them both.

The spectral light pouring into Qin Huai’s body seemed to enhance his blood essence power, a spectacle noticed by many around them. The fierce battle gradually ceased as the representatives from the three sects and remaining five clans stared in disbelief at Qin Huai.

“What just happened?” The fairy inquired, diverting her attention from the battle to glance in the direction of the handsome man.

“Fairy, that dragon guard killed Bai Shiquan with a single punch,” the attendant beside her echoed.

“With a single punch?” The fairy raised her eyebrows, finding the notion absurd, yet her rational side told her that the surrounding people had no reason to lie.

“Who is he? I’ve never seen him before,” the people around her admitted with a shake of their heads.

The plump monk from the Buddhism Sect cupped his hands towards Qin Huai from a distance, asking, “May I know your name?”

“Is the dragon clan’s fortune about to turn?” The fairy mused, a smile gracing her beautiful face that left those around her spellbound. “Would you like to marry into my Ying family? I assure you, you will not be treated poorly.”

Observing the halted battle, Qin Huai knew he had been discovered. Without a word, he rushed straight toward the Golden Spirit Temple.
“Stop him!”

Over a dozen voices resounded almost simultaneously. The collective pride of the six clans and three sects was set aside as everyone charged toward Qin Huai.

They knew that without getting rid of him first, not only would the opportunity of the Golden Spirit Temple slip away, but their stay in the spirit world would also depend on this formidable being’s whim.

As Qin Huai observed the people closing in, his pace remained steady, his fists ever-moving. Regardless of the number of fists that made contact with his body, his strikes remained relentless.

No one could survive where his fist landed. His strikes shattered opponents upon contact, transforming them into spiritual energy that slowly funneled into Qin Huai’s body.

“Stop! Or I’ll kill your master!” The voice of Third Young Master Qiong echoed from behind, clutching Long Huixing’s neck in one hand and bellowing at Qin Huai.

But Qin Huai didn’t pause or even glance back.

“So, you don’t care for your master?!” Third Young Master Qiong was taken aback.

“Could it be possible that he’s the master?” Long Huixing suggested weakly.

 

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