Chương 143: Chapter 37: Your Divine Ability is Too Weak

The cultivators of the various sects watched with mounting shock, their eyes reflecting a newfound reverence for Qing Huo. Xing Tianxie's expression darkened instantly. With the Fire Snake Cauldron in play, the Purple Mist Sect had secured a formidable trump card—a dire development for his Pomie Sect. Li Zhupu's initial daze vanished, replaced by a surge of manic joy.

"Senior Brother Qing Huo hid it so well! I had no idea Martial Uncle Red Flame bestowed the Fire Snake Cauldron upon him!" Her eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

"With this, he can contend with anyone below the Golden Core stage. Killing that little bastard will be as easy as crushing an ant!" Yang Dawei's brow unfurled as his lingering anxieties evaporated. Seeing Xing Tianxie's grimace only added to his satisfaction.

"Go!" Qing Huo's eyes flashed with ruthless intent. He pointed a finger, and the mouth of the Fire Snake Cauldron cracked open. One, two, three... a total of seven monstrous serpents, horned and legless, manifested from pure, concentrated flame. They spiraled around him, sending the ambient temperature skyrocketing until the very air distorted under the oppressive heat waves.

"Drakes Dance, Burning Heavens and Boiling Seas!" The seven massive fire drakes let out a synchronized, silent roar before diving toward Reyn in a chaotic blur of incineration. Qing Huo's face paled slightly; manifesting seven drakes simultaneously pushed him to his absolute limit. Yet, the power of this divine ability was enough to instantly incinerate any Foundation Establishment cultivator. A twisted grin spread across his face as he envisioned Reyn being reduced to ash, his soul extinguished forever.

"Your divine ability... is too weak," Reyn remarked, looking up with cold indifference. Too weak! To call a strike backed by a high-grade spirit tool and capable of slaying any peer 'too weak'—in that moment, Yang Dawei and Xing Tianxie shared a single thought: this man was delusional in his arrogance. But their derision turned to horror in the next breath. Reyn slapped his storage bag, and a square, earthen-yellow artifact flew into the air.

"Heaven-Turning Seal—One Seal to Overturn the Heavens, Suppressing All Creation!" In an instant, the seal expanded, swelling to a monolithic thirty zhang in diameter. It morphed into a miniature mountain of absolute, crushing weight, plunging downward like a falling star to pulverize the seven fire drakes. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

Earth is thick and defensive by nature, but when a literal mountain falls, any technique in its path is simply pulverized. Boom! Boom! Boom! The drakes collided with the Heaven-Turning Seal, letting out pathetic wails as they were crushed into formless sparks. The seal's momentum didn't falter; it slammed directly into the Fire Snake Cauldron. The cauldron shrieked under the pressure, pinned ruthlessly to the arena floor. No matter how many fire serpents it tried to manifest, it could not budge the seal an inch.

"Earth-Shaking Strike!" Reyn's face was a mask of cold detachment. As the seal suppressed the cauldron, he pointed his left hand at Qing Huo, curling three fingers and leaving the index and middle fingers extended. Two translucent, crystalline fingers of pure essence condensed in the air. As they formed, a faint white thread connected their bases. The surrounding spiritual energy turned chaotic, forcefully devoured by a strange suction.

As the essence poured in, the fingers became terrifyingly distinct, down to the very fingerprints. A heavy, suffocating pressure radiated from them, climbing at a staggering rate. The Earth-Shaking Strike grew stronger as long as it remained within the range of Reyn's Divine Sense. The stronger the soul, the more devastating the strike.

"What kind of technique is this?!" Qing Huo gasped, his pupils shrinking in terror.

"If I don't stop this, I'm dead!" Sweat beaded on his forehead as he reached into his storage bag. He produced an object the size of a walnut, its surface dancing with arcs of white lightning.

"Thunderclap Walnut!" The moment it appeared, Reyn's heart hammered against his ribs. An indescribable sense of mortal peril washed over him.

"I cannot let him trigger it, or I die today!" A Thunderclap Walnut was a rare treasure formed when a thousand-year-old walnut king survived ten heavenly lightning strikes. It contained the raw, violent energy of the heavens. Even a Golden Core master would fear its power. At Reyn's current level, a direct hit meant certain death.

"Soul-Piercing Awl!" Reyn's face turned grim. Facing a life-and-death crisis, he stopped holding back. His Divine Sense, now comparable to a Golden Core expert, lashed out like a physical hammer. Puff! Qing Huo's soul screamed in agony. It felt as if a mountain had crushed his mind. He spat a mouthful of blood, his aura instantly withering as the activation of the Thunderclap Walnut was forcibly aborted. A green flash signaled the Demon Flash Escape.

Reyn appeared before Qing Huo in a heartbeat, flicking a jade bead from his hand. The bead elongated instantly, transforming into a three-foot spirit sword brimming with sharp intent.

"No!" Qing Huo's eyes filled with absolute despair. His scream was cut short. A head spun into the air, followed by a geyser of blood. Qing Huo of the Purple Mist Sect was dead. Reyn remained expressionless. He recalled the Heaven-Turning Seal, sealed the Fire Snake Cauldron, and stripped Qing Huo's corpse of all valuables. Finally, he gingerly placed seven or eight restrictive talismans on the Thunderclap Walnut before tucking it away.

His movements were so fluid and practiced that the onlookers couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Qing Huo didn't even have the strength to resist... he was erased."

"His cultivation, his tools, his techniques—everything is far beyond Qing Huo. He is not someone to be trifled with."

"That final soul attack... to injure a peer so severely in an instant, how powerful is his Divine Sense?" Li Zhupu stood ashen-faced. Her eyes were full of malice, but beneath the hate was a paralyzing, soul-deep terror. Qing Huo was her superior in every way, yet he had been slaughtered like livestock. For the first time, she truly understood the meaning of fear.