Chapter 311 - Eight-treasure Haotian Tower

“Because it is over.”

Along with the fading of Xiao Chen’s few words, it looked like that Zuoqiu Yang had suffered a significant trauma and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Then, he seemed to have been knocked into the air by an invisible force.

“What the hell?” They could not believe it, and all looked astonished. In the audience, Zuoqiu Ping even directly crushed the teacup in his hand.

Zuoqiu Yang landed back on the platform, forcing himself to bite back the blood in his throat. With a ferocious and frightening appearance, he looked crazy. “I do not believe it! Last time you were no match for me at all! I do not believe that you can reach the Nascent Soul Realm in such a short time! Soul-petrifying Blood Spell!”

As soon as he dropped the “Soul-petrifying Blood Spell,” a gust of evil wind started to blow on and off the platform with bursts of squealing sounds. The wind came all of a sudden as if it were from the netherworld, quite terrifying.

A layer of black fog rose suddenly on the platform. Then, it enveloped Xiao Chen from all directions. When those people on the platform saw the coming black fog, they faintly felt that it would absorb their souls. Many of them began to panic. Even worse, some people began to hallucinate the scariest thing for them. For a time, lots of people on the square had reached the level of insanity. They put their hands over their heads and fled like frightened rats, which made the whole square a mess.

“Ah! Kill me! Kill me!”

“Don’t come over! Don’t come over!”

“Why is it happen? I am begging you! Please kill me!”

In no time, the entire square sank into considerable confusion. Even seniors of Cultivators’ sects, who had strong wills, felt a sudden shock in their hearts. Hurriedly, they calmed themselves down and quickly started to operate the high-end mind cultivation methods of their sects to protect themselves against the spell’s influence.

The Zuoqiu family had three great spells: Soul-exterminating Blood Spell, Soul-tracking Blood Spell, and Soul-petrifying Blood Spell. Among them, the Soul-petrifying Blood Spell would bring their enemies the top-level fear, despair, and pains in an instant so as to pull their enemies’ teeth off.

On the platform, the black fog completely enveloped Xiao Chen only in moments. Even those people below the platform, who were on the edge of the black fog, were in such a condition; one could imagine what Xiao Chen’s present situation was because he was in the spell’s power center.

Seeing no movements in the fog, Zuoqiu Yang laughed in a harsh voice. “Sank into endless fear! Endless despair! Endless pains! Hahahahaha!”

At this time, Elders from each sect helped their disciples steadied themselves. Once again, all of them looked up at the light curtain. Now, the whole platform was shrouded in the raging black fog. After a while, a figure slowly emerged from the fog.

“Fear? Despair? Pain? What can be more horrible than being imprisoned in the Ghostly Hall? What can be more desperate than being utterly isolated? What can be more painful than the feeling when I woke up from the long sleep and found that everyone I knew was gone?”

After Xiao Chen trudged through the fog, his expression looked much gloomier, and even his tone became extremely mournful. Obviously, the Soul-petrifying Blood Spell had more or less affected him, but nevertheless, nothing now could make him feel more fearful, hopeless, and painful.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted with cries of surprise. Even Su Yue, who was standing on the high platform, slightly changed her expression. “Even I do not dare to underestimate the power of the Zuoqiu family’s Soul-petrifying Blood Spell. But this young man, what on earth has happened to him? Is there nothing in the world that can make him more desperate and painful?”

Actually, there was such a person and, she was Ling Yin. But Xiao Chen firmly believed that Ling Yin was still alive. So yes, there was nothing in the world that could make him feel more terrible.

Zuoqiu Yang’s face was full of disbelief. “How was it possible? Why isn’t there anything that can make you feel painful, desperate, and afraid? Once again, Soul-petrifying Blood Spell!”

Xiao Chen chuckled. “You are one of the big families’ disciples who have nothing to worry about. So how can you understand even a little of the pain and despair in this world?” After Xiao Chen finished, he raised his hand. At once, it seemed that a powerful unseen force strangled Zuoqiu Yang’s neck and, his feet gradually left the platform. Then, he was constantly struggling in midair.

“Yang’er!” In the audience, Zuoqiu Ping stood up in shock.

Well, Li Muxue, who was sitting in the area where people from Jade Qing Sect were, her face darkened rapidly. “How can others know even a little of the pain that he feels in this world?” Perhaps, only she knew that Xiao Chen usually looked free and easy, but most of the time, he was actually living on the brink of despair and pain.

She suddenly remembered that day when they dealt with Patriarch Guanshan at the Jade Qing Sect together. When Xiao Chen learned some things that happened one thousand years ago from Patriarch Guanshan’s mouth, he cried in front of so many people. One could imagine how close this man was to the emotional breakdown at that time.

Above the Floating Platform, Zuoqiu Yang was nearly choked to death, his face flushing scarlet and his heart burning. Suddenly, his whole body trembled and, he even managed to break away from Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen also took two big steps back, but he did not be pushed back by Zuoqiu Yang. It was actually because he felt a sudden murderous intent at his back.

The murderous intent was from Situ Bei, who was on the platform now. He was a Tier-Six Elixir Saint who had reached the Nirvana Realm, so the murderous intent made Xiao Chen felt a trace of fear.

“Soul-exterminating Blood Spell!”

Suddenly, Zuoqiu Yang thundered again. Immediately after that, a huge bloody handprint fell from the sky and slapped Xiao Chen. It nearly covered half of the sky, violently roaring across. Under the impact of the force, even the houses and temples around the square fell to pieces.

Strong winds together with flying grass and trees were all over the square. Many of those weak cultivators could not withstand this force, and blood came out of their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths. Seeing such a scene, a dozen Elders of the Immortals’ League pooled efforts to add a vital force to the great spirit energy formation, and they managed to stop the remaining force from coming at them.

It was the Soul-exterminating Blood Spell, one of the three great spells of the Zuoqiu family. Compared with Soul-petrifying Blood Spell’s strange power, the power of the Soul-exterminating Blood was strong and overbearing. It was not an unusual thing if an expectant Nascent Soul Realm cultivator slapped a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm to death by this spell.

Everyone on the spot could see the bloody handprint getting closer and closer to the platform. It made the Floating Platform keep shaking, and broken stones were rolling down constantly from its edge. Under the impact of the power, those stones then turned into dust, flying all over the sky.

With a few sky-shaking dragon roars at this time, three or four golden dragon shadows appeared, circling Xiao Chen. It was the fourth move of the Dragon Roar Palm from the Mystic Cyan Sect: Dragon Stealth. All the people there saw Xiao Chen’s palms pushing upward again into the air. Then, two golden dragon shadows roared and shot up into the air with a tremendous momentum that seemingly could shake heaven and startled the earth.

These two forces, both of which were particularly strong and overbearing, confronted each other in midair. In an instant, mountains fell, and the earth split. Clouds within a considerable distance were scattered into pieces while the grass and plants on the square had turned into flying ash. The strong wind instantly turned numerous people over and pushed them into the air. The forces also stirred up the qi and blood in the dozen Elders who were in charge of maintaining the formation, which made them nearly fainted and became ghastly pale.

However, the whole Floating Platform was still shaking constantly. It seemed that the platform was going to fall and collapse. Well, if it fell from the sky to the ground, it would inevitably crash a lot of people to death. In this case, everyone was in no mood to watch the battle and cheer. One after another, they went to seek shelter. Seeing that the situation was not going well, each of the three senior Elders on the high platform sent a Mystic Power to the Floating Platform. Right after that, it stopped shaking and stabilized.

Breathing heavily and constantly, Zuoqiu Yang just could not believe that Xiao Chen’s cultivation was now far higher than his. His face deathly pale; obviously, he had consumed too much True Energy. If it went on like this, Zuoqiu Yang might need to use his Natal True Energy. The so-called Natal True Energy was different from the True Energy, which cultivators got by cultivating. Once the Natal True Energy wore out, there was no way to make up for it.

Xiao Chen took back his palms, and the several dragon shadows gradually disappeared. With his hands behind him, Xiao Chen gave Zuoqiu Yang a slight glance. “Give up. I do not want to fight with you anymore. If you want to take revenge on me, come back ten years later.” Defeating someone whose cultivation level was lower than him, Xiao Chen did not feel proud of himself.

However, Zuoqiu Yang gradually lifted his mouth corners into a light gloomy sneer. He chanted a spell, and then a beam of golden light flew out of him. It dashed into midair and was getting larger and larger. In the end, it miraculously transformed into an eight-story pagoda about 30 meters high.

“The Eight-treasure Haotian Tower!”

The crowd suddenly cried out in surprise, and the faces of the Elders from each sect also changed. The Eight-treasure Haotian Tower was an ancient divine item that was accidentally obtained by Divine Mist Sect’s Founding Master more than two thousand years ago. Being inherited till now, the tower had been regarded as Divine Mist Sect’s most precious treasure. But to everyone’s surprise, Perfected Immortal Feng Lan had already given this treasure to Zuoqiu Yang.

Magic treasures were not banned in the Immortal’s Sword Assembly. But if someone won because he used the magic treasure, it would bring no honor to him in the eyes of others. However, Zuoqiu Yang could rarely afford to care so much about his honor. He no longer wanted to see victory or defeat of the battle, nor did he wanted to win fairly. At this moment, he only wanted to kill Xiao Chen!

As Zuoqiu Yang chanted the spell, the Eight-treasure Haotian Tower suddenly came to cover Xiao Chen. Everyone knew that if the Eight-treasure Haotian Tower swallowed Xiao Chen, he would be refined by the three kinds of true samadhis fire inside the tower, and even his soul could not escape. Thus, the coward exclaimed almost at the same time.

Xiao Chen felt the horror of the tower, so he hurriedly jumped back to more than 30 meters away. However, controlling by Zuoqiu Yang, it seemed that the tower had become something alive such that it kept on chasing after him. Meanwhile, there were three kinds of true samadhis fire spurting out. In less than a moment, Xiao Chen was like a drowned rat. Many parts of his clothes were scorched.