Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
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Even though the Nine-headed Golden Lionâs body had died, a demonic nascent soul flew out from the depths of his mind. It was his soul that wanted to escape.
Qingfeng said, âYou want to run? Come back.â
Qingfeng raised his right hand, as saint grade laws spun around, and Great Dao energy spilled all over. With a forward grab, he caught the demonic nascent soul in his hands.
The Nine-headed Golden Lionâs nascent soul was caught in Qingfengâs hands, and it struggled nonstop in attempts to escape Qingfengâs wrath.
The Nine-headed Golden Lion very clearly knew that Qingfeng had destroyed its body and nine heads, so only its soul was left.
As long as its soul could escape, then it would be able to find a new demonic beast body. It would intrude into the body, and train from the beginning again.
If its soul had died here, then there really would be nothing left.
Unfortunately no matter how the Nine-headed Golden Lionâs nascent soul struggled, it wasnât able to escape Qingfengâs wrath.
Qingfengâs hands were like a steel wrench, but also like an ancient furnace that tightly held it. No matter how strong it tried, it still wasnât able to escape, like the Monkey King trapped underneath the Buddhaâs palm. It was trapped without a way out.
Qingfeng lowered his head to look at the Nine-headed Golden Lionâs demonic nascent soul, and he said, âNo need to struggle anymore. You wonât be able to escape my palm.â
The Nine-headed Golden Lionâs nascent soul stopped struggling. It knew that all was futile no matter how it struggled, and a hint of plea appeared in its eyes.
The Nine-headed Golden Lion nascent soul said, âPlease let me go. Donât destroy my soul, or else there would be nothing left of me.â
Qingfeng coldly smiled and said, âYour fate was determined when you went after the Blood Sea Saint and hit her face. If you didnât try to capture the Blood Sea Saint, then maybe I wouldâve let you live, but now itâs too late for anything else.â
Qingfeng didnât kill the Nine-headed Golden Lionâs nascent soul as soon as he could because he wanted to leave this powerful upper grade soul for the Fire Dragon soul.
The Fire Dragon soul had helped Qingfeng immensely before, but because it wasted too much of its spirit energy, it had sunken into a deep slumber.
Qingfeng had promised it three upper grade elixirs, and even though the Nine-headed Golden Lionâs nascent soul wasnât an upper grade elixir, it still contained plenty of spirit energy that was no less weak than upper grade elixir. Therefore, Qingfeng wanted to leave it for the Fire Dragon to absorb.
Qingfeng called out to the Fire Dragon in the depth of his mind, but it didnât respond even after quite a while.
Qingfeng sighed. He knew that the Fire Dragon had lost a lot for helping him last time, and it was still in deep slumber even after this lengthy rest.
However Qingfeng still decided to place the Nine-headed Golden Lionâs nascent soul in front of the Fire Dragon. Qingfeng directly opened his mouth and swallowed the Nine-headed Golden Lionâs nascent soul into his mouth.
He directly transferred this rush of energy into the depth of his mind, and it arrived in front of the Fire Dragon.
Even though the Fire Dragon was still in deep slumber, its instincts were still alive. It slightly opened its mouth and shot out a ray of golden light. With the Nine-headed Golden Lionâs painful scream, its nascent soul was swallowed into Qingfengâs abdomen.
The Fire Dragonâs body slightly trembled, even though it hasnât woken up yet, the energy in its body has clearly grew more powerful.
Hints of joy appeared in Qingfengâs eyes. He knew that he had to find two other upper grade spirit elixirs for the Fire Dragon to wake it up, and this motivated him.
When Qingfengâs spirit energy flew out from the depth of his mind, he slightly frowned.
Qingfeng noticed that all the self-cultivators around looked at him with shock, some with apathy, some excited, some with admiration, and some with hatred, or even hints of murderous intent.
There were over tens of thousands of self-cultivators gathered around this Thunder Lake. Some Qingfeng appreciated, as they showed him kindness, like the Linglong Saintess, while others hated him as they released murderous intent like the Vast Sky Saint Son.
Regardless of who liked him and who hated him, Qingfeng didnât care at all.
For Qingfeng, the Nine-headed Golden Lion was already dead now, and now the first thing he had to do was to save the Blood Sea Saint.
His body moved, and he immediately arrived before the Blood Sea Saint.
Qingfengâs right two fingers pointed forward and caught onto the spiritual rope. With a slight pinch, the spiritual rope was broken.
The spiritual rope dharma treasure of that level was useless in front of Qingfeng.
Qingfengâs finger slightly pointed on the Blood Sea Saintâs body and unsealed her veins, which allowed her to move.
The Blood Sea Saintâs eyes filled with gratitude, and she said, âThanks for saving me, Iâm so happy to see you all fine.â
Qingfeng slightly smiled and said, âDonât worry, how could anything happen to me? A mere Nine-headed Golden Lion isnât my opponent at all.â
Suddenly, Qingfeng slightly frowned. He saw a thousand self-cultivators behind the Blood Sea Saint, who were all the Nine-headed Golden Lionâs followers.
They had already taken the Nine-headed Golden Lionâs side and became its followers, but now they all looked at Qingfeng with terror.
They never expected that Qingfeng would kill their master, and their hearts filled with regret.
If they had known that the Nine-headed Golden Lion would be so useless, then they wouldnât have taken his side. Now they were trapped, as they didnât know how to face Qingfeng.
Qingfeng looked at those self-cultivators before him and said, âSince youâre all the followers of the Nine-headed Golden Lion, then Iâll send you on your way.â
His right fist waved forward to form a massive fist of three hundred thousand feet big. It covered the sky, as it forcefully clapped downwards.
All of the self-cultivators below were very powerful, of at least half-saint grade forces, and even some lower grade Saints, along with a few middle grade Saints.
They released powerful Saint grade energy in attempts to fight back, but there was no use to it. With a loud âbangâ sound, these thousand or so self-cultivators were all turned into a bloody fog by Qingfengâs massive fist, and it dispersed within the space.
Qingfeng could even kill an upper grade demonic Saint, so those middle and lower grade Saints had no chance.
The other self-cultivators around looked at Qingfeng with hints of fear. They felt that Qingfeng was truly too brutal. Not only had he killed the Nine-headed Golden Lion, but he had also even killed the Lionâs followers. No good would become of anyone who dared to oppose him.
Qingfeng wanted this effect, because he knew that he was an outsider when he arrived at the Fallen Immortal Arena. Most people saw him as an enemy, and many opposed him, as some even wanted to kill him.
He wanted to state his place by killing the Nine-headed Golden Lion and its followers. Whoever dared to undermine or oppose him would end up like the dead.