A chilling aura instantly swept over, freezing the earth as if it were solid, causing Qin Chuan to pause slightly in surprise; it was simply too intense.
Qin Chuan recognized the peculiarity of the opponent's weapon. He had seen similar weapons before, crafted from ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice, and Chu Shiqingzhu had even nearly lost her life with one.
However, this ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice white serpent spear was far superior. It was a spiritual weapon, not quite a divine weapon, but still far more powerful than ordinary weapons.
Even what most people considered divine weapons were inferior to this ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice white serpent spear.
Furthermore, this ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice white serpent spear contained the soul of a thousand-year-old white serpent. The exact number of millennia was unclear, but it was at least a thousand years, and at most nine thousand years.
This white serpent soul was the spear's soul, and it was perfectly integrated with the Northern Pestle Palace, making the Northern Pestle Palace's combat strength terrifying.
Now, with this single strike, the air was filled with icy coldness, accompanied by a chilling hissing sound, like ten thousand serpents emerging from their dens.
This move truly was a thousand serpents emerging from their dens!
The powerful snake spirit possesses suppression and chaos-inducing abilities. If one's strength is insufficient, one can see countless snakes flying around, snot flying everywhere, even under one's feet.
However, Qin Chuan shook his head slightly, holding the Forging God Sword Hammer in one hand and extending the other.
Roar!
A deafening dragon roar resounded, echoing through the heavens, and at the same time, everyone saw an enormous divine dragon fly out.
The divine dragon was enormous, gleaming with golden light, like gilded gold, domineering, majestic, and carrying supreme dragon might, inspiring an urge to worship upon seeing it.
Bei Chugong's expression changed. Dragons and snakes—it is said that snakes can transform into dragons. Before a dragon, a snake is inferior. Even a high-level dragon-snake, or even the legendary nine-headed hydra, fears before a true dragon.
Legend has it that there are twelve-winged demonic dragons, nine-headed dragons, two-headed dragons, and demonic dragon kings. There are also nine-headed serpents, twelve-winged demonic snakes, eight-headed serpents, and three-headed black serpents…
but generally speaking, dragons are definitely stronger. The strongest in legend is naturally the divine dragon, but some say it's the dragon king, the dragon emperor, while others say there is only one divine dragon.
Qin Chuan didn't know these things, but he knew that his Vajra Dragon Claw and other combat techniques were almost unstoppable against Bei Chu Palace's "Ten Thousand Serpents Emerging from Their Caves."
There was absolutely no power to resist; it was a contest of spirit and momentum. Bei Chu Palace was utterly vulnerable. Since they couldn't win this way, Bei Chu Palace directly charged forward with the Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice White Serpent Spear. Forged
God Sword Hammer!
Bang bang…
The weapons clashed, but instead of the expected pleasant metallic clang, there was a silent, drum-like sound, making everyone's hearts heavy, as if they were about to vomit blood.
"So strong, but who has the upper hand?" Some people, having watched this far, still didn't know who was stronger.
Roar!
Hiss!
Each time the Eternal Ice White Serpent Spear strikes, at least three enormous white serpents appear, coiling around Qin Chuan and spewing out a misty aura. Wherever they pass, the earth freezes, and the air seems to crack from the cold.
Boom!
A burst of flames appears around Qin Chuan, slowly spreading outwards. The surrounding chill dissipates upon contact with the flames.
Fiery Lotus!
The flames around Qin Chuan gradually grow, forming a giant azure lotus. Within the flames is the azure lotus, and Qin Chuan stands within it. A Fire
Seed!
Fire seeds are incredibly powerful, especially high-level ones. Each upgrade is fraught with peril, and even if someone encounters one, they wouldn't attempt to tame and absorb it.
It's too dangerous. Those who possess fire seeds usually do so by chance or without choice. Given a choice, few would attempt to absorb a fire seed.
The success rate is too low.
Possessing two types of fire seeds, especially high-level ones, like Qin Chuan is an extremely rare breed. It's uncertain whether a safe method for absorbing fire seeds will be available in the wider world. If so, perhaps more people will possess fire seeds.
Even if the success rate is increased, there will still be many more people; with so many people, even a slight increase in probability will result in a huge number of individuals.
Fortune favors the bold, and some fearless or desperate individuals will gamble. If successful, their lives will soar to new heights, at least compared to before, a meteoric rise. If they
fail, they will vanish into nothingness, ending their lives, having already lost all hope.
Qin Chuan raised his Divine Forging Sword Hammer, then with a flash of golden light, he slashed down.
There were no fancy moves, just a casual slash, but to a powerful being, it was different, for it was a slash of profound skill disguised as artifice.
Without embellishment, this slash possessed a majestic and ancient grandeur, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.
The Forged God Sword Hammer is now a divine weapon, not just something that can be used to turn stone into gold or as a Yin-Yang hammer.
A divine weapon, a divine weapon, mysterious and unpredictable, the god of weapons, a weapon used by gods—but Qin Chuan wasn't entirely sure which interpretation it meant.
He only knew that divine weapons were terrifying, incredibly powerful, and their power would continuously increase; their ingenious uses required gradual research and practice.
Boom!
Qin Chuan was startled. His attack seemed a bit too strong; he himself felt it was somewhat overwhelming. It felt like an ordinary person hitting a rabbit with a stick, not a cow or horse.
He initially felt this blow should have landed on a cow or horse; an ordinary person might not be able to kill it with a single blow, regardless of where it hit.
That was just the feeling.
But the effect was like hitting a rabbit—utterly devastating, the feeling of being invincible was very satisfying.
Qin Chuan was slightly taken aback, realizing he had underestimated both the divine weapon and his current strength. After that attack, Qin Chuan unleashed his full power, his Forged Divine Sword Hammer flowing like a river, relentless and unstoppable.
Bei Chugong had already felt uncomfortable after the first attack, but this was just the beginning. The feeling of only being able to parry, and even then, barely parrying, was unbearable, and he felt like he was on the verge of collapse.
He was already in immense pain, on the verge of collapse at any moment, but this attack was as dense as rain, impenetrable. He wanted to give up, but he was unwilling, because he didn't want to die. He
was exhausted from dealing with the situation, facing numerous dangers.
Crack!
Qin Chuan didn't kill him, but he broke one of Bei Chugong's legs, and the opponent flew off the stage.
Thud!
A crisp sound, and the scene fell silent, deathly silent. All of this happened in an instant. Bei Chugong was defeated, utterly defeated.
There was no suspense; they were not even on the same level.
Most importantly, Bei Chugong also lost a leg, the same leg that Bei Chushao had broken.
Bei Chu Shao was a spoiled brat, but even so, he wasn't weak. Many could accept his defeat at the hands of Qin Chuan, merely admiring Qin Chuan's audacity and recklessness.
But now that Bei Chu Gong had been defeated, it was astonishing—this was one of the most promising young talents of the Bei Chu family!