"Will a peak Two-star Thousand Realms Whirling expert's strength skyrocket after being possessed by a War Soul?"
Yang Qingxuan observed the possessed person with great interest.
A disciple from the Dongfang Family said, "Not necessarily. It depends on the War Soul's strength. This War Soul's strength must have reached at least this level when it was alive to allow my Senior Brother to display such strength. "
Another disciple said, "In theory, it should be even stronger. However, it's limited by my Senior Brother's body. It can't climb any higher."
Yang Qingxuan nodded. He had already noticed that the Senior Brother's body was covered in cracks. It was because he couldn't withstand the War Soul's power.
The Senior Brother let out a strange cry again. His face became abnormally sinister as he raised his hand to slap at Huang Xiaolong.
The beast suddenly opened its claws, and a red ball of light shot out from its palm.
The Senior Brother's entire body withered as his blood essence condensed.
Yang Qingxuan didn't panic. He picked up the iron mace and struck the ball of light.
With a bang, the ball of light exploded, and a bloody light instantly enveloped a few acres in radius.
The Senior Brother let out a fierce cry as his strength rose rapidly. However, his body seemed to be unable to withstand it and collapsed bit by bit.
Yang Qingxuan saw that the Senior Brother was activating an even more powerful cultivation technique. He threw the iron mace aside and transformed into a dragon in the air.
"Boom!"
The Black Dragon grabbed the Senior Brother's body with its five fingers and crushed it. The Senior Brother's body directly exploded.
A streak of red light shot out and fled into the distance.
Yang Qingxuan withdrew the iron mace and sneered, "Do you still think you can escape?"
With a wave of his hand, a black light shot out and dispersed in the air. It was the Chaos Spirit Divine Metal. It directly covered the red light. Then, the Chaos Spirit Divine Metal shrunk into a round ball and returned to Yang Qingxuan's hand.
Zi Ye asked, "Qingxuan, do you want to try touching this War Soul?"
Yang Qingxuan said, "This War Soul should be at the peak of three-star. It's the same as my cultivation realm. I can give it a try."
Zi Yuan was a little worried and said, "Look at him just now. He was extremely fierce. Will there be any problems?"
Yang Qingxuan said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
"Brat, you're really lucky. You've only just entered the Ancient Battlefield, and you've already found a three-star Thousand Realms Whirling battle soul."
A cold voice sounded.
Then, the space in the distance swayed, and a figure emerged. After a few flashes, it arrived in front of Yang Qingxuan. It stared at the red light within the Mixed Metal Godly Metal with a greedy expression.
"You don't look familiar, do you?"
Yang Qingxuan revealed a suspicious look. He seemed to have never seen this person before.
A disciple of the Dongfang Family hurriedly cupped his fists and said, "It must be a senior brother."
That person glanced at them and snorted coldly, "It's good that you know. It seems that the ancient bronze door has opened again. I entered this place a few years ago and haven't left since."
The Dongfang Family disciple smiled, "I see, may I know Senior Brother's name?"
The person said coldly, "Dongfang Zhu."
When the Dongfang Family disciple heard this, he was shocked. He said, "So it's Senior Brother Zhu. I've heard of you before." Then, he introduced, "This is Lord Yang Qingxuan. He just saved our lives."
"Yang Qingxuan?"
Dongfang Zhu's expression changed slightly. "Why is his surname Yang?"
The Dongfang Family disciple immediately explained the matter of the quota.
Dongfang Zhu said, "I see." He sneered, "Hehe, I felt bad for snatching something from my own family. Since he's not from the Dongfang Family, that's great."
The two Dongfang Family disciples exclaimed, "Senior Brother, you can't do that. He's Yang Qingxuan!"
Dongfang Zhu had entered the Ancient Battlefield a few years ago. At that time, Yang Qingxuan had just arrived in the Mu Hai Realm. Hence, he did not know about Yang Qingxuan. He said coldly, "What about Yang Qingxuan? Is he famous? "
Dongfang Zhu said disdainfully, "This chain looks good. Give it to me along with the Battle Soul, and you can leave."
One of the Dongfang Family disciples said anxiously, "Senior Brother, you can't. You're not his match. Quickly admit your mistake and apologize."
Dongfang Zhu shouted, "Are you blind? I'm a four-star Thousand Realms Whirling cultivator. How did the Dongfang Family produce two good-for-nothings like you? Why are you praising others and lowering your own prestige? "
The two disciples were anxious. Just as they were about to explain, Dongfang Zhu roared. His figure blurred, and a mountain-like force slammed into them, sending them flying.
'He's so ruthless. He even dares to hit his own people. He deserves to die.'
The moment the two of them were sent flying, this thought appeared in their minds.
Yang Qingxuan sneered, "A four-star Thousand Realms Whirling cultivator. How powerful."
Dongfang Zhu could hear the mockery in his words. He shouted, "You're courting death!"
With a flip of his hand, a sword shot out like a venomous snake, instantly targeting Yang Qingxuan's vital points.
Dongfang Zhu had stayed in the Ancient Battlefield for a few years. His entire body was filled with hostility, and every move he made was fatal.
Yang Qingxuan stretched out his hand, and a golden light appeared at the tip of his finger. He gently pressed it against the tip of the sword.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In an instant, Dongfang Zhu attacked more than a hundred times. However, all of them were suppressed by Yang Qingxuan's finger.
Moreover, a brass finger glove appeared on Dongfang Zhu's finger. It seemed like every time Dongfang Zhu touched the glove, the pressure of a mountain would be transmitted to his arm, causing it to sink.
"An ancient treasure?!"
Dongfang Zhu's eyes were sharp. He immediately recognized Yang Qingxuan's glove. It exuded an ancient aura that only ancient treasures would have.
This glove was one of the Emperor of the Night's Armor.
"Haha! Great! It seems like today's harvest isn't shallow!"
Dongfang Zhu laughed maniacally. He glanced at Zi Ye and subconsciously licked his lips.
When Yang Qingxuan saw Dongfang Zhu's actions, his killing intent surged. He said coldly, "You're courting death!"
Dongfang Zhu waved the Chaos Spirit Divine Metal in his hand, and the other end shot out.
Dongfang Zhu snorted lightly. A sword ray appeared in front of him and blocked the Chaos Spirit Divine Metal.
Yang Qingxuan held the mace in his right hand and attacked.
Dongfang Zhu raised his sword again to block.
Bang! Bang!
Dongfang Zhu's sword trembled violently, and countless ripples appeared in the air.
"What?!"
Dongfang Zhu was shocked. The moment his sword came into contact with the mace, he felt as though his mind had been hit by a heavy hammer. His sea of consciousness felt like it was about to shatter.
It was a treasure that attacked the soul!
'Who is this brat? Why does he have so many good things on him? '
This was Dongfang Zhu's first thought. In the next moment, he fell into a state of shock.
Yang Qingxuan took advantage of his momentary distraction. He took a step forward and hit Dongfang Zhu's head with the mace.
"Boom!"
A four-star Thousand Realms Whirling expert did not even have time to react before his head exploded under the mace. His body fell from the sky.
Yang Qingxuan flicked his finger and a flame shot out, incinerating Dongfang Zhu into ashes. Then, he reached out and collected all the storage Origin Tools that were not incinerated.
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