Chapter 1551 - 449: Impossible, How Could This Be Possible!

This is precisely that junior who, back in the Imperial City, advanced to a Level 4 Array Master and triggered heaven-and-earth anomalies.

They hadn’t expected that now he had actually grown to the point where, by himself, he could stand against the two of them together!

"Wearing this mask is really uncomfortable, it messes up my vision too much!"

Zhou Qing casually tossed the mask to the side; it traced an arc through the air and finally dissolved into motes of Spiritual Light.

Then he fixed the two of them with a cold stare, the corner of his mouth lifting in mockery: "Why can’t it be me? Now, you should finally understand the enmity between us, shouldn’t you?"

Their faces turned as ugly as they could possibly get; all the clues snapped together in that instant.

Zhou Qing’s gaze was razor-sharp as he went on: "Here’s the last piece of advice I’ll give you. I’ve already killed Xuanyuan Hao and Xuanyuan Sha, barged into your Ancestral Land, destroyed the Blood Spirit Tao Cutting Pill, and I know your Xuanyuan Family’s secret recipes inside out."

The Broken Sword and Thunder Spear in his hands flared with light at the same time. "If you still want to keep hiding things, and let me slip away by accident..."

Before he could finish, a terrifying golden light burst from Xuanyuan Chong’s eyes, and his hands suddenly formed Sealing after Sealing.

Strands of profound golden runes flowed from his fingertips, shooting straight toward the palace phantom high in the Nine Heavens cloud sea.

"Emperor Dao destiny, heed my command!"

With a thunderous roar, the clouds above the ninefold palaces suddenly churned violently.

Immediately after, countless golden light points rose from every corner of the palaces, converging in midair into a resplendent golden river.

That golden river writhed between the clouds, gradually taking on claws, fangs, dragon whiskers... and in the end actually transformed into a hundred-zhang-long Destiny Golden Dragon!

The instant the golden dragon took shape, the entire heaven and earth shuddered.

Its body wasn’t corporeal, but condensed from the purest Emperor Dao destiny; on every single Scale Armor shimmered the phantom of ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains.

With each opening and closing of its eyes, it was as if the voices of billions of subjects worshipping echoed forth.

"Aooong—"

The dragon’s roar shook the clouds; with one sweep of its tail, the boundless sea of clouds was torn to shreds.

It spiraled downward, and wherever it passed, space itself was dyed with a molten-gold luster. In just an instant it appeared above Xuanyuan Chong’s head, shrouding him entirely in blazing heavenly might.

Zhou Qing’s eyes flashed brilliantly, and the void behind him suddenly split open into a blood-colored fissure.

Accompanied by a phoenix cry that pierced metal and split stone, a hundred-zhang-long Blood Phoenix of pure scarlet spread its wings and flew out.

The most terrifying thing was that on every single Feather of that Blood Phoenix, dense ancient runes were inscribed.

Those runes weren’t imprinted afterward; they were Innate Dao Patterns that had existed since the Blood Phoenix was born!

"Inscription-level Divine Techniques?!" Xuanyuan Chong’s face changed drastically; his burning gaze locked onto those Inscriptions, and a greedy light flickered in his eyes. "To think you actually had such a stroke of fortune!"

Off to the side, Xuanyuan Shuo also stopped holding back and immediately took out a Jade Box from his Storage Bag.

The instant the lid was lifted, a blood-red feather lay quietly within, exuding a pulse that made one’s heart quail.

And Zhou Qing, already prepared for combat, suddenly felt his Spiritual Power stall.

His pupils shrank violently, fixing on that blood-red feather in Xuanyuan Shuo’s hand.

Because at that moment he clearly sensed a tremor from the Blood Phoenix phantom behind him—that was the resonance of attraction between the same source.

"Blood Phoenix Feather?!" Zhou Qingxin’s Heart and Spirit shook to the core, then filled with blazing excitement. "Where did you get that thing?"

Xuanyuan Shuo’s gaze turned vicious, the blood-colored Feather in his hand glowing with a strange, demonic light: "Previously, for the sake of the fact that you were a junior favored by Second Uncle, and given the few transactions between you and me, this king originally had no intention of killing you."

His five fingers clenched hard around that red Feather. "But of all the things you could and couldn’t do, you should never have killed Hao’Er, never have touched Third, and least of all should you have destroyed my Xuanyuan Family’s millennial scheme!"

Before his words finished, he suddenly reversed his grip and viciously stabbed the red Feather into his own gushing wound.

The moment the feather sank into flesh, it actually behaved like a living thing, drilling into his bloodline.

"Uraaah—" Xuanyuan Shuo let out a bestial low roar as boundless blood flames erupted from his whole body.

His skin turned scarlet at a speed visible to the naked eye; fine beads of blood seeped out of every pore, then instantly vaporized into blood mist that coiled around him.

Zhou Qing’s expression changed drastically; he could clearly sense—Xuanyuan Shuo’s Cultivation was skyrocketing madly!

The Power of the Blood Phoenix contained in that red Feather actually forced this expert, who had already reached Spirit Slash Mid-stage, to break through into Late Stage!

"I’m asking you—where did that feather come from?" Zhou Qing ignored everything else, questioning him again and again.

Xuanyuan Shuo’s face was flushed now, a look of intoxication on it. "You no longer have the chance to find out."

"Second, don’t get careless!" Xuanyuan Chong warned harshly. "This man commands a Secret Technique that can briefly push his Cultivation up to Spirit Slash Great Perfection, and he has this Inscription-level Divine Techniques, whose recorded power is immeasurable."

"But as long as we can kill him, all of that will belong to us!"

Xuanyuan Shuo licked his lips, chuckling darkly: "Big Brother, rest easy. Today, this Wuxiang Mountain will be his burial ground!"

As the words fell, Xuanyuan Shuo’s right arm suddenly swelled threefold, turning into a ferocious blood claw that tore through space with a bloody trail as it raked savagely toward Zhou Qing!

The excitement in Zhou Qing’s eyes froze over into pure coldness.

He released his weapons; the Thunder Spear and Broken Sword actually floated on their own and began to orbit around him.

As he slowly raised his hand, the five most brilliant Feathers on the chest of the Blood Phoenix phantom behind him detached, turning into five streaks of blood light that all sank into his right index finger.

"Since you refuse to speak—" The blood light condensing at Zhou Qing’s fingertip suddenly drew inward, becoming a single dazzling point of crimson. "Then I’ll conduct a Soul Search myself."