The Imperial Martial Pill Venerable

"What a powerful monster."

"Its Defense Power, speed, attack... it’s as if it was born for slaughter. Why have I never seen such a thing before?"

"Where in the world did Xuer Kong find this monster?"

The crowd buzzed with discussion. Even the brocade-robed elder, who had the highest Cultivation among them, wore a grave expression. He could sense that if he were to fight just one of the monsters, his chances of winning would be fifty-fifty, to say nothing of fighting two.

On the battlefield, Qin Ya wielded his long spear, thrusting, flicking, and parrying. His exquisite Spear Technique, accompanied by explosive bursts of Thunder-Fire Power, allowed him to fight the Blood Slave—a creature comparable to a Half-Step King—on even ground, showing no disadvantage whatsoever.

"ROAR!"

The Blood Slave roared, its sharp claws swiping so fast they left afterimages. Qin Ya remained composed, his body weaving left and right with Ghostly Charm. The Blood Slave’s claws couldn’t touch him. On the contrary, with his spear in hand, he dodged while simultaneously attacking—his spear at times like a wild Flood Dragon emerging from the sea, at others like a raging tempest!

But the Blood Slave’s Defense Power was astonishing. Whether the spear struck or thrust, it only produced a clang upon impact. It scraped sparks from scales a hundred times harder than metal or stone, yet it couldn’t inflict even the slightest scratch!

One had a formidable physique, fearing no blow!

The other was as fast as a Ghostly Charm, impossible to hit!

For a moment, the battle reached a stalemate.

"Damn it."

Not far away, Xuer Kong muttered a curse and yanked the chain in his hand. The Blood Slave let out a pained howl. It was unclear what material the chain was made of, but it was able to bind the Blood Slave. It could also lengthen and shorten, not impeding the creature’s combat ability in the slightest.

Qin Ya had tried attacking the chain before, but to no avail.

"I’ve raised you for so long, don’t tell me you’re this useless."

Hurt by the chain, the Blood Slave’s aura didn’t weaken in the least. Instead, its ferocity exploded. With a roar, it swiped its claws repeatedly, conjuring countless blood-red blades out of thin air that surged toward Qin Ya. But with a flicker of movement and a shift of his feet, Qin Ya broke through the barrage of blades and thrust his spear forward!

Three violent energies—Ice, Fire, and Thunder—swirled around the spear as it stabbed abruptly into the Blood Slave’s chest. CLANG! With a flick of his wrist, Qin Ya made the long spear spin rapidly. The immense power imbued within it spiraled like a drill, driving into the Blood Slave’s body with incredible piercing force, continuously scraping off sparks.

The Blood Slave roared and seized the long spear with both claws. The gaping, bloody maw that took up most of its face twisted into a savage grin. Then, it violently flung Qin Ya away. BOOM! Qin Ya’s body was slammed into the mountain wall, sending showers of gray-green minerals falling. Yet his white robes remained as pristine as ever, unstained by even a speck of dust!

"He lost his weapon. Is he going to lose?"

"It’s already incredible that he could fight that monster for so long. You have to remember, that’s a terrifying creature comparable to a Half-Step King, and he’s only at the Sky-Controlling Realm."

"Yeah, to have that kind of combat power at the Sky-Controlling Realm is truly remarkable."

"He’s done his best."

"Who would have thought Xuer Kong had an ace like this up his sleeve?"

At that moment, Muh Qing suddenly rushed forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Qin Ya. He gazed at the Blood Slave before them with a grave expression. Though he said nothing, his stance said it all.

Seeing this, Qin Ya gave a faint smile and reached out, pulling Muh Qing behind him.

"Brother Qin, you..."

"Heh, Brother Muh, this monster is no problem for me. Just stand aside and watch. I will personally slay it with my own hands!"

As Qin Ya’s words faded, his figure blurred, and he reappeared before the Blood Slave.

"Haha, Qin Ya, you can’t possibly defeat me!"

Xuer Kong laughed with wild abandon, his eyes filled with tyranny. He yanked the chain hard, and the Blood Slave roared in pain as it clawed at Qin Ya!

But seeing this, Qin Ya slowly drew the Ting Xiao from his waist!

A high-pitched sword hum, accompanied by the roar of thunder, echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

As a dazzling purple Sword Light emerged, the Ting Xiao Sword was unsheathed!

The instant it left its sheath, fresh blood sprayed into the air. The Blood Slave let out a pained shriek; a massive gash had been sliced open from its right shoulder down to its abdomen.

Streams of blood gushed out, staining the ground red!

And there stood Qin Ya behind the Blood Slave, holding the Ting Xiao. His white robes were, as always, impeccably clean, his expression indifferent, exuding a killing intent as cold as the Nine Netherworld.

The pupils of the crowd contracted in disbelief.

’That monster, which had endured thousands of blows without a scratch, was actually cut so deeply by a single sword strike. Just what kind of weapon is that sword?!’

"A Spiritual Artifact! That’s a Spiritual Artifact!"

The brocade-robed elder’s pupils shrank, his tone laced with utter disbelief.

Xuer Kong cried out in shock.

"You actually possess a Spiritual Artifact!"

Qin Ya smiled indifferently. "So what if I do?"

Then, he turned and swung his sword, cleaving into the Blood Slave’s back. In an instant, endless blood sprayed forth. A long, deep sword gash appeared on the creature’s back, and through the wound, one could see the strangely warped, pallid bones within.

A Ninth-Grade Profound Weapon Long Spear, combined with Attack Power comparable to the Celestial Human Realm Perfection, had failed to harm the monster in the slightest. Yet now, under the Ting Xiao Sword, it was as fragile as paper!

Spiritual Artifacts, to say nothing of their power, are forged from the world’s rarest treasures. Sword Artifacts, in particular, are astonishingly sharp—cleaving gold and severing steel is a trivial matter for them. They were perfectly suited for dealing with monsters with tough bodies like this, easily capable of piercing the Blood Slave’s scales. Combined with Qin Ya’s Thunder-Fire Power, it was an effortless task.

"Bastard."

Xuer Kong had never imagined Qin Ya would possess a Spiritual Artifact like the Ting Xiao. For a moment, panic flickered in his heart, but then he grit his teeth, a crazed look erupting in his eyes. He gave a violent pull on the chain, and the Blood Slave shrieked. With a CLANG, the collar around the Blood Slave’s neck actually fell off!

The instant the collar came off, a bloody light erupted from the Blood Slave’s crimson eyes. The bloodthirsty, violent aura emanating from it began to climb continuously. Its body suddenly swelled, and as if releasing a torrent of pent-up energy, it threw its head back and let out a long howl. Waves of sound spread out, leaving the crowd stunned and intimidated.

"This monster can get even stronger?!"

"What in the world is this thing?"

"Look! Its wounds!"

As the Blood Slave howled, a bloody mist began to swirl around it. Its wounds absorbed the mist and began to squirm. The bleeding stopped, and the gashes began to rapidly heal. Within two or three breaths, it was back to normal.

Seeing this, the onlookers couldn’t help but gasp.

’This monster... it can even heal itself!’

The Blood Slave shrieked and swiped its claws, its speed increasing by another third. The wind from its claws alone was comparable to ordinary Sword Qi. If he were to be hit by such a claw, even with his Scenic Landscapes, Qin Ya would lose half his life.

Qin Ya’s figure flickered and shifted, as fast as a Ghostly Charm, while he simultaneously slashed out with the Ting Xiao Sword in his hand. Although the monster’s Defense Power had also become stronger, it still couldn’t withstand the Ting Xiao Sword’s edge. In the blink of an eye, it was covered in bloody gashes. However, as the blood mist churned, the Blood Slave’s wounds rapidly healed once more.

’What a troublesome ability.’