The three Yama Kings are renowned, the strongest being Bei Chu Dao of the Bei Chu family. Perhaps he isn't the strongest in martial arts, but he's certainly the most numerous in killing.
Of course, Bei Chu Dao's strength is undeniable; he's incredibly powerful, as Qin Chuan had sensed before—unfathomable.
However, Qin Chuan was slightly taken aback by the surrounding discussions. This person was actually a Yama King, and a ruthless killer, yet he didn't exude any strong killing intent or bloodlust.
This was strange. Butchers who had killed many people couldn't hide their killing intent, malevolent aura, or bloodlust.
There were causal laws at play; even the most skilled couldn't completely conceal it. Yet, Qin Chuan couldn't sense the slightest killing
intent from Bei Chu Dao. Qin Chuan was very confident in his perception; even those much stronger than himself couldn't match his.
Fortunately, Qin Chuan had recently broken through, and his Golden Divine Eyes had also advanced. Looking at Bei Chu Dao now, he found him different from before.
Previously, he was unfathomable, but now Qin Chuan could see right through him. It was like an ordinary person facing a giant lion versus a dog; both have teeth and limbs and can bite, but the difference was stark.
Qin Chuan was absolutely confident of victory against Bei Chu Dao. Amidst the
surrounding murmurs, Qin Chuan slowly walked onto the arena. At that moment, Bei Chu Dao slowly opened his eyes and looked at Qin Chuan.
He had kept his eyes closed the whole time, a convincing act. Perhaps it wasn't an act, after all, this was Yan Jun Bei Chu Dao, and no one thought he was faking it.
If it were before, Qin Chuan wouldn't have thought his opponent was faking it either, but now Qin Chuan felt that his opponent was faking it.
His strength now far surpassed Bei Chu Dao's, yet he didn't want to maintain this facade; that was faking it. Thinking of this, Qin Chuan couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Bei Chu Dao slowly spoke, his tone very unpleasant.
In battle, Qin Chuan's laughter was seen as an insult, a lack of seriousness, and disrespect for his opponent.
Moreover, Qin Chuan's smile was indeed quite obvious; to many, it was a disdainful laugh, which Bei Chudao naturally recognized.
Logically, someone of Bei Chudao's level, being ridiculed by an opponent, especially one as young as Kuang, shouldn't be angry. He was the King of Hell; to get angry over something so trivial would be unbecoming of his status.
In reality, Bei Chudao wasn't angry, but he was deliberately feigning anger so that killing Qin Chuan would be justifiable.
Therefore, seizing the opportunity, Bei Chudao naturally became angry, while Qin Chuan's smile grew even colder. Qin Chuan clearly understood his opponent's intentions.
Qin Chuan was young, but for decades he had been fighting and killing, interacting with all sorts of people. Bei Chudao's acting was truly terrible; perhaps this was his first time faking it, and it felt incredibly contrived.
In Bei Chudao's hand was a single-edged sword, black, about two meters long and a hand's width, as black as ink, and shrouded in black mist, as if emitting black smoke.
But the black smoke condensed and didn't dissipate; this was malevolent energy, pure and unadulterated.
Now Qin Chuan understood: the old man had actually obtained a demonic weapon, a weapon that could be considered a divine artifact, connected to Bei Chu Dao's bloodline. All of his malevolent energy and killing intent were contained within this demonic weapon.
Interesting!
Qin Chuan understood immediately when Bei Chu Dao took out this demonic blade; otherwise, killing so many people wouldn't have been possible without emanating killing intent.
The battle began!
Without the slightest hesitation, the old man nodded to Qin Chuan and immediately attacked, slashing his blade towards Qin Chuan from afar.
Violent, accompanied by a thunderous roar, black smoke billowed, and with a single strike, the heavens and earth seemed to be cleaved in two.
The black smoke rippled, splitting in two, the earth trembled, and darkness descended.
Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes, for he now saw the screams accompanying the incoming blade, like the wails of ghosts and wolves, as if countless vengeful spirits were returning to Qin Chuan.
For a moment, Qin Chuan's mind went blank, but then a clear feeling returned, and a smile appeared on his lips.
He understood the old man's terrifying nature; the old man's attack possessed a soul-devouring effect, or rather, it was an attack on the soul.
This ability was powerful, and that was what made it so terrifying. Attacking the soul was a strange ability; it could kill someone with an intact body.
This didn't matter if you were wearing armor; it was an invisible attack, and those unfamiliar with it wouldn't even know how they died.
It was impossible to defend against, or rather, there was no way to defend against it. Qin Chuan was now facing such an attack. However, one thing was certain: Qin Chuan's soul power was terrifying.
Perhaps due to his rebirth, his soul was naturally incredibly powerful. A reborn person was essentially a fusion of two souls, and the power of their soul far exceeded one plus one equals two.
Moreover, Qin Chuan cultivated the Five Elements Divine Refining Technique and other spiritual and soul abilities, the Nine Divine Dragons, the Yin-Yang Diagram, and even supreme treasures and Buddhas, all of which greatly aided his soul.
Furthermore, Qin Chuan's righteous and domineering body not only made his physical body several times stronger, but also his spiritual power and soul.
So, facing the Northern Pestle Blade's strike, Qin Chuan felt terrified, but not suffocated. He immediately leaped into the air, swiftly executing the Nine Steps Against Heaven.
Qin Chuan didn't attack, but merely used the Nine Steps Against Heaven to enhance his defensive aura.
The Northern Pestle Blade's strike was already close to his body, but Qin Chuan's Sacred Buddha Five Elements Formation blocked most of it.
At this moment, a golden light flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes, quickly forming a golden shield in front of him. It
directly blocked the remaining power of the Northern Pestle Blade's strike, preventing it from touching Qin Chuan in the slightest.
Qin Chuan was stunned. The Golden Divine Eye actually had this effect, which was beyond his expectations.
His Golden Divine Eye could condense the Golden Divine Prison and the Golden Divine Blade, and now it could even condense a shield to defend.
This made Qin Chuan's face turn pale. His ability could condense many things when facing certain attacks, such as animals or weapons.
However, all of these were for attacking mental or soul-based attacks, or for defending against mental or soul-based attacks.
"Try mine too," Qin Chuan said with a smile, looking at Bei Chudao.
A flash of golden light appeared, and a golden dragon materialized, roaring as it charged directly at Bei Chudao.
Qin Chuan had condensed this golden aura into a dragon, its form entirely at his command—this was the image of the dragon seen by the Nine Divine Dragons in Qin Chuan's sea of consciousness.
The sudden appearance of the dragon stunned Bei Chudao. In fact, not only Bei Chudao, but countless people around were dumbfounded; many believed for a moment that a real dragon had appeared.