Chapter 1445 - 422: Inscription-level Divine Techniques? Who... Who Are You?!

Zhou Qing shook his head, "What’s so impossible about it? Forget it, I’m too lazy to argue with you. The more I talk, the more the Spirit Gathering Array consumes, and that’s all my money!"

He paused, "However, I can’t just let you die in ignorance."

With that, Zhou Qing’s expression hardened, and a gigantic shadow of a Blood Phoenix suddenly appeared behind him!

"Screech—"

The Blood Phoenix let out a long cry towards the sky, its wings spreading over a hundred meters wide, its entire body feathers glistening like blood jade, with countless inscriptions shimmering all over.

More astonishing was that there were five feathers of a deeper color on the Blood Phoenix’s chest, each exuding an ancient and terrifying pressure!

Yan Luo’s pupils contracted sharply, crying out in shock, "Inscription-level Divine Techniques?! Who...who are you?!"

Zhou Qing said indifferently, "Who I am is not important, what’s important is that you should thank me."

"Thank...you?" Yan Luo gritted his teeth, enduring intense pain as he asked.

"Of course." Zhou Qing sneered, "If it weren’t for me, with that Destiny Lamp in your hands, it would eventually bring catastrophic disaster to the Yan Family."

"By killing you today, I am actually saving the entire Yan Family!"

Yan Luo didn’t understand why the Destiny Lamp would bring calamity to the Yan Family; he only thought the other side was spouting nonsense to disturb his heart and spirit.

But given his current situation, he had no choice but to make the most correct decision quickly.

A flicker of struggle passed through his eyes, and in the end, he bore the soul-burning pain and arduously kneeled down.

"Friend...wait! I, Yan Luo, have practiced for over two thousand years, never bowing to anyone...today, I am willing to swear with my Life Essence Blood to serve you as my master from henceforth!"

He tremblingly raised his right hand, a drop of dark red Essence Blood gathering at his fingertip, barely held together amidst the burning Karmic Fire.

"I know many secrets and unpassed mysteries of the Yan Family..."

He stared hard at Zhou Qing, "Spare my life... it’s more valuable than killing me..."

Zhou Qing watched coldly, the corner of his mouth curled into a mocking arc.

He could naturally see that this was merely Yan Luo’s stalling tactic.

Given Yan Luo’s pride, how could he possibly submit truly?

He slowly shook his head, his eyes devoid of any emotion, "At this point, having seen my secrets, do you think there’s room for negotiation between us?"

With that, he slowly extended his hand.

The five feathers on the Blood Phoenix’s chest suddenly lit up with a blinding blood light, transforming into five streams of light that plunged into his fingertip.

The blood-colored energy gathered at his fingertip distorted the surrounding space.

"Die!"

At the moment Zhou Qing’s fingertip was about to press down, Yan Luo, who was kneeling and begging for mercy, suddenly erupted!

His face contorted, his entire body ignited with his last Spiritual Power, charging straight into the blood-red light!

In his hand, an eerie blood-red rune appeared at some unknown point.

The surface of the rune flickered with a disquieting energy as if it sealed a bloodthirsty fierce beast.

"Blood Soul Extermination Talisman?!"

Zhou Qing’s pupils contracted, as if already on guard, he swung his left hand, the Purple Gold Thunderbolt bursting forth instantly!

"Boom!"

The thunder collided with the rune in mid-air, erupting into a dazzling light.

The violent energy shockwave scattered the surrounding Karmic Fire.

Though he successfully destroyed the rune, the impact of the explosion still caused Zhou Qing to groan, a thin stream of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"How is this possible..." Yan Luo’s face showed despair, his eyes filled with disbelief.

And in that fleeting moment, the long-prepared blood-red light, accompanied by a clear phoenix cry, whistled towards him!

"Poof—"

The blood light, like a heavenly sword, precisely pierced through Yan Luo’s brow.

His expression immediately froze, the last gleam in his eyes quickly faded...

Soon after, a withered Seven-Colored Primordial Spirit fled in panic, only to be instantly engulfed by the surging Karmic Fire surrounding it.

"Ah—! No, I am unwilling—"

Amidst the mournful screams, this once prodigious figure of the Yan Family had his Primordial Spirit completely incinerated.