Volume Four: Renowned Everywhere Chapter 159: Yuchen Has Been Compromised Behind the Scenes

Everyone present could see that after being trapped by the Seven Stars Demonic Array, Qin Yang had instead grown even more terrifying. The members of the Zhong family, in particular, stared with bulging eyes, completely unable to believe what they were witnessing.

The Seven Stars Demonic Array had never failed before; such a situation had simply never occurred.

If Zhong Jinghui were not already dead, they would have genuinely wanted to demand whether the array was meant to destroy Qin Yang or to fulfill him.

Having evaded everyone's attacks, Qin Yang curved his lips into a smile upon seeing that Song Yu had not departed, feeling a weight lift from his chest. Gazing down at the expectant expressions of the crowd below, he grinned. "Heh, I didn't expect all of you to show up."

Hearing this, Zhang Kuang rolled his eyes immediately. "Hmph, had we known you weren't dead, we wouldn't have bothered coming. You've ruined my chances of picking up any girls."

Good grief!

Such a remark left Qin Yang utterly speechless. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and coughed dryly. "Ahem, when we go to the club later on, brother will find you a few dozen."

The surrounding onlookers, watching the two casually chatting as if no one else was there, grew instantly furious. This was blatant disregard for them.

Blood Demon, Vice Master of the Seventy-Two Caves;
Lin Qing, Chief Steward of the Holy Fire Temple;
Numerous experts from the Zhong family;
A multitude of powerful figures from the Church of Light, the Dark Church, the Werewolf Clan, and the Blood Clan; and even people from the nation of Kou, though currently split into two distinct factions representing different camps.

The situation was exceedingly dire, yet Qin Yang remained completely unconcerned. Previously, facing such an assembly would have left him with no choice but to flee; whether that held true now remained to be seen.

Blood Demon let out a cackling laugh. "I was careless earlier and almost fell for your tricks. This time, I'd like to test whether the legendary Qin Yang of the North Sea truly lives up to his reputation."

Blood Demon surged upward instantly, his Sea of Blood domain churning furiously. Witnessing this, Qin Yang shook his head at Aotian, who was just about to make a move. "Let me handle this. You guys take a good rest."

Naturally, he could see that Aotian had depleted a massive amount of true qi and was unwilling to let him continue fighting.

The Sea of Blood domain expanded, countless bloody claws shooting forth to seize Qin Yang. With a cold snort from Qin Yang, a ripple traversed the air, and a spatial blade instantly severed the oncoming limbs.

Upon seeing this, Blood Demon felt a surge of profound shock.

The Power of Space!

How could this Qin Yang possibly have comprehended the power of space? Wasn't that supposed to be the exclusive privilege of Condensed Origin Realm powerhouses?

Could Qin Yang have advanced to the Condensed Origin Realm?

He shook his head the next moment. Even if one broke through to the Condensed Origin Realm, mastery at first was merely rudimentary. Yet Qin Yang's level of control was utterly unheard of. As shock rippled through his heart, a greedy look surfaced on his face. He was currently only a step away from the Condensed Origin Realm; if he could extract the method of controlling spatial power from Qin Yang, he stood a strong chance of taking that further step and reaching the legendary realm.

Across the entire Ancient Martial World, the number of individuals who had reached such a height could be counted on one hand—they were all ancient monsters who had survived for countless eons.

The Sea of Blood churned once more. Accompanied by a furious roar from Blood Demon, a colossal entity condensed within the bloody expanse. Judging by Blood Demon's pale complexion, materializing this fiend had cost him a vast amount of vitality.

"Gack, gack! Qin Yang of the North Sea, let's see how long you can last under this move of mine!"

Gazing at the ugly blood-red skeleton before him, Qin Yang's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. He had just organized his techniques and could use this opponent as a proper test of his current combat prowess.

"Decent strength, but unfortunately far too ugly. If you ask me, could we perhaps switch to something better-looking next time?"

Hearing this, Blood Demon's mouth twitched violently. *Damn it all, I'm trying to kill you here, yet you're still fussing over aesthetics? It seems you really are tired of living.*

Without summoning the Starfall Saber, Qin Yang stepped forward with the Nine-Step Heaven-Shattering technique. The colors of heaven and earth shifted, and everyone felt wave after wave of crushing pressure descend, stiflingly oppressive. As he thrust out both hands, the crowd's eyes widened once more.

Hell, what kind of martial art was this?

Aotian, Zhang Kuang, and Wang Kun were relatively familiar with Qin Yang, but they swore they had never laid eyes on this set of palm techniques before.

Countless black arms materialized in midair. Though initially appearing quite slender, they slowly fused together; with every single arm that merged, their power and momentum multiplied exponentially.

The Great Compassionate Buddhist Palm!

The charging blood-red skeleton was instantly battered away, plunging back into the Sea of Blood. A mouthful of fresh blood spewed from Blood Demon's lips, his eyes filled with absolute horror. This had been his most powerful move, yet Qin Yang had batted it aside with a single strike—just how terrifyingly strong was this fellow?

Zhang Kuang's eyes bulged as he turned to look at Aotian, his gaze brimming with questions, but at that moment, Aotian had no way to explain it to him either.

Could it have been taught to him by Qin Yang's master?

Lin Qing, the Chief Steward of the Holy Fire Temple, stared coldly at Qin Yang aloft before looking toward the man wearing a duckbill cap beside him. "Yuchen, shouldn't you go greet an old friend at a time like this?"

Hearing this, Yuchen's body trembled violently. He reached out to stroke his right arm; the steward had used supreme ability to graft the limb of a demonic beast onto his shoulder. Yuchen's hatred for Qin Yang had long since been carved deep into his soul. Originally, he had planned to wait until his strength grew even greater before suddenly appearing before Qin Yang and slowly torturing him to death.

Yet now that the steward had spoken, he knew he had no chance to wait any longer.

Gritting his teeth, he replied, "Under the sunlight, he pulled off his duckbill cap and exposed himself."

Zhang Kuang's eyes widened as he bellowed, "Damn it, this Yuchen is truly a cockroach that refuses to die. How is he everywhere?"

"No, I have to go stop him."

"Heh, let him go. Qin Yang hasn't even unleashed his true strength yet. I want to see just how formidable he truly is." Aotian's words left Zhang Kuang utterly astonished. Qin Yang was already formidable enough; could it be true, as Aotian suggested, that his real power had not even been forced out yet?

Damn it, if that were the case, how terrifying would Qin Yang actually become?

Wielding his sword, Yuchen hovered in midair, his face somewhat distorted and his eyes carrying intense killing intent. "Heh! Qin Yang, we meet again."

"Indeed we do. I regretted not executing you last time; I never expected you would dare stand before me again today. Are you not afraid of death?"

Hearing this, Yuchen burst into wild laughter. At that moment, he cast aside all disguise, his features twisted. "I am someone who has died several times over. What do you think could possibly frighten me? My sole obsession now is to slaughter you."

"To kill you, I will spare no cost," Yuchen declared with resolute strength.

Hearing those words, Qin Yang stared at him playfully, observing him intently. A few seconds later, he arrived at a realization—one that even made him feel slightly nauseated.

"Including your own body as well, is that it?"

The surrounding onlookers looked at Qin Yang with confusion in their eyes, clearly failing to grasp the implication of his words.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes widened as a terrifying possibility struck them: trading one's physical form in exchange for formidable battle prowess.

Damn, if that were true, it was utterly repulsive!