The divine dragon Qin Chuan condensed wasn't very large, but it wasn't small either, measuring over ten meters long. In truth, its size was entirely at his discretion, but at Qin Chuan's current level, the maximum length would only be around ten meters.
The size of this energy gathering wasn't related to its power, because it was an invisible attack. A small one would be conspicuous, even catching the opponent off guard.
But a large one could intimidate the mind, just like Qin Chuan now; this ten-meter-long divine dragon completely stunned his opponent—it was simply too shocking.
The divine dragon collided with Bei Chu Dao, but nothing happened. The divine dragon disappeared, while Bei Chu Dao stood there dumbfounded.
Qin Chuan didn't actually know how strong his attack was; he treated this as a test, quietly observing Bei Chu Dao's reaction.
Soon, in just a short while, Bei Chu Dao recovered, but his face was pale, cold sweat soaked his entire body, and his eyes seemed to hold a hint of fear.
At this moment, Bei Chu Dao gritted his teeth and swung his sword at Qin Chuan again.
*Swish swish swish!*
Three consecutive slashes, like three black dragons shrouded in black mist, rushed towards Qin Chuan. At this moment, a small object appeared hidden in Bei Chu Dao's palm.
It was a small black skull, only the size of a finger, yet as white as jade, radiating powerful spiritual energy.
Bei Chu Dao was Yama, the King of Hell, whose subordinates had taken countless lives. He also possessed the ability to forge one-time-use treasures.
Using a skull, the warmth of the corpse, and a skeleton, after absorbing the essence of ten thousand skeletons through a special method, a one-time-use treasure could be created.
This treasure was the Deadly Skull.
This thing was viciously evil; it was a vicious treasure-forging technique passed down in the Bei Chu Dao lineage. The process was cumbersome, and the methods were wicked and cruel.
It took ten thousand skeletons to successfully forge, a very long time, and most importantly, it could only be used once, and in principle, it could take a life.
The power of this Deadly Skull was related to the skeletons used; the stronger the skeletons used, the more powerful the Deadly Skull would be.
Therefore, Bei Chudao had searched for the corpses of powerful individuals to create this Deadly Skull. He resorted
to tomb raiding and even murder, so the formation of this treasure involved countless bones. Moreover, it could only be used once, making it incredibly precious to Bei Chudao, who was reluctant to use it.
This thing could only be used once, and creating one required ten or even decades, as it wasn't satisfactory if it was made from only half the bones; it needed a certain number of powerful individuals' bones.
Bei Chudao's Deadly Skull contained the bones of powerful individuals, but not many; most were ordinary people. However, it was still forged from the bones of tens of thousands, so its power was not to be underestimated.
Qin Chuan watched Bei Chudao's three black dragon-like attacks without taking them seriously. These attacks were strong, but unfortunately, they were useless against Qin Chuan.
Even before his breakthrough, these attacks might not have been able to harm Qin Chuan, so Bei Chudao's attacks were somewhat counterproductive in front of him.
Hmm?
Qin Chuan suddenly felt his body tense up, a strange and intense danger coming his way, making his heart pound.
Qin Chuan hadn't felt this way in a long time; this was a deadly danger. A bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The scene he least wanted to encounter was about to unfold.
Fortunately, his life-saving item was still usable. He had to kill the opponent as soon as possible; this old guy truly had a terrifying trump card.
Actually, thinking about it, it made sense. The more evil and terrifying a person is, the more likely they are to have a deadly attack.
Because these people have killed too many people; they are butchers. Without some terrifyingly lethal items, they simply couldn't do it.
Moreover, these people are not only good at slaughtering, but also good at self-preservation. There's a reason for this: because they've killed so many, they've amassed a lot of wealth.
They kill to steal treasures. These people kill people, treating human life like dirt. Once they encounter something they like, they will definitely try every means to get it.
If they can't get it, they'll steal it.
Sensing the danger, Qin Chuan could only wait. He had felt this way not long ago, but he didn't expect to feel it again so soon.
If it weren't for his life-saving item, Qin Chuan didn't know how many times he would have died. Every time Qin Chuan's talismans and formations improved, he would strengthen his substitute talisman jade pendant.
This thing is for self-protection; it's his second life. He hopes to cultivate an external avatar in the future, then his life will be guaranteed.
Qin Chuan's Yin-Yang clone is actually a rudimentary form of an external avatar, or rather, not even a rudimentary form.
Hmm, he can use a Yin-Yang clone; he wonders if he can dodge this trump card.
No sooner said than done.
Yin-Yang clone.
Instantly, Qin Chuan created two identical Yin-Yang clones, which immediately attacked Bei Chu Dao.
No chance for the opponent; killing them as quickly as possible is best. Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself; even a lion must use its full strength to hunt a rabbit.
Bei Chu Dao was stunned to see two Qin Chuans; there must be a clone, so he wasn't too panicked. He quickly realized which clone was his true body and which was the clone.
He threw it directly at one of the returning Qin Chuan.
*Poof!
* The clone disappeared, and Qin Chuan trembled. In that instant, he still felt that terrifying power.
The Yin-Yang clones were both real; both could feel the sensation of that previous moment—the feeling of death.
Under the influence of the Yin-Yang Divine Power, he had previously seen a small white skeleton destroy him. It was tiny, yet as white as jade, radiating spiritual energy and killing intent.
In an instant, this little thing entered his clone's body, instantly destroying its essence and spirit.
Fortunately, at that moment, Yin and Yang reversed; as long as one of the Yin-Yang clones remained, it would be unharmed.
Bei Chudao was completely dumbfounded. He clearly distinguished which was the clone and which was the true body, so why did this happen?
His treasure, a one-time attack treasure, with power comparable to a supreme treasure, was wasted like this?
He couldn't believe it, but now he had no choice; Qin Chuan was now less than ten meters away.
With a flick of his hand!
Another white skeleton appeared. Bei Chudao gritted his teeth and used it again on Qin Chuan.
Hiss!
That terrifying, familiar, deadly aura reappeared, but the Yin-Yang clone couldn't be used now; it required at least an hour's interval between uses.
He would gamble.
Phantom Clone!
This isn't as mysterious as it sounds; it can be used at any time. However, one of the three is the real body, and if the real body is hit, it will still die.
If the fake body is hit, the fake body will disappear.
Bei Chudao saw three shadows this time, nearly spitting out blood. The ones he thought were the real bodies had hit without effect.
He was certain he had hit the real bodies before, but he knew it was some kind of clone ability—real and fake, one indistinguishable.
So this time, he gritted his teeth and attacked one of the Qin Chuan clones he perceived as a fake.
He had no time to hesitate.
*Crack!*
The clone shattered, and two more figures rushed towards Bei Chudao.
Bei Chudao felt like dying now; two supreme-grade deadly attack skulls had gone down the drain…