Devouring Soul Emperor

In the heat of battle, as Chu Qingyun charged toward him, Mo Feiwen panicked. He was at a complete loss, with no idea what to do!

He had been treasured by Heaven-Reaching Clouds since childhood and had never experienced a true battle.

To him, what he called "battle" was just using his Tier Three Soul Techniques to bully others. Beyond that, he knew nothing at all!

"Escape? Too late! Thunder Light Sword Qi!"

Chu Qingyun drew his Thundercloud Sword and unleashed his Thunder Light Sword Qi. A three-centimeter-long blade of Sword Qi extended from his sword as he thrust it toward Mo Feiwen’s head!

Against the primary target of his trip, Chu Qingyun used Sword Qi from the very beginning. He wanted to leave nothing to chance.

"Second Uncle, save me...!"

Mo Feiwen’s final cry for help was cut short as Chu Qingyun’s sword pierced through his forehead.

Before the Thunder Light Sword Qi, both Mo Feiwen’s Half-Step Martial Spirit’s Primordial Power and his own head were as fragile as tofu, completely unable to resist!

After finishing off Mo Feiwen, Chu Qingyun grabbed his shoulder. The Devouring Power erupted from his palm, and he began to rapidly consume the Primordial Power in Mo Feiwen’s Qi Sea.

The Primordial Power of a Half-step Martial Spirit Level cultivator was far greater than that of someone in the Martial Master Realm. Even channeling his Devouring Power at full force, it took Chu Qingyun more than ten seconds to drain Mo Feiwen’s Primordial Power completely.

At that moment, a small, translucent flame slowly emerged from Mo Feiwen’s body.

This was what Chu Qingyun had been waiting for, what he had been searching for: a pure Flame Martial Soul!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Chu Qingyun released his Devouring Martial Soul and swallowed the Flame Martial Soul.

The Tier Four Devouring Martial Soul instantly consumed the Tier Three Flame Martial Soul. Afterward, Chu Qingyun naturally chose to retain the Martial Soul.

Just as Chu Qingyun prepared to use the Martial Soul Power he had deliberately saved to strengthen the Flame Martial Soul, Cui Yanghong suddenly snapped back to his senses from the shock of Mo Feiwen’s instant death.

Mo Feiwen had died far too quickly. Cui Yanghong had barely finished speaking when Mo Feiwen’s head was pierced by the sword, leaving him no time at all to mount a rescue.

But once he came to his senses, an uncontrollable rage instantly surged through Cui Yanghong. Mo Feiwen had been killed right in front of him! How was he going to explain this to Heaven-Reaching Clouds?

Heaven-Reaching Clouds would surely not spare him!

"You... you dared to kill Feiwen! You deserve to die!"

Cui Yanghong shrieked and charged at Chu Qingyun, throwing a punch. The fierce Fist Momentum whipped up a gale as it shot straight toward Chu Qingyun.

"Fist Momentum? Child’s play!"

"Thunder Light Sword Qi!"

SWISH! SWISH!

Chu Qingyun swung his sword twice—one slash arcing up horizontally, the other slashing down diagonally.

Cui Yanghong’s Fist Momentum was instantly shattered, and one of his arms was hacked off. Before he could even register his surprise, he felt a chill on his neck, and then his head went flying.

Both were at the Half-Step Martial Spirit Realm, but one had already reached the Realm of "Qi," while the other was still in the Realm of "Momentum." The outcome was complete and utter domination!

Cui Yanghong’s Martial Soul was just an ordinary Tier Two Martial Soul, which Chu Qingyun casually collected.

The Young Master and the Second-in-Command were slain in a near instant.

A series of sharp gulps echoed from the onlookers. They all stared, dumbfounded, at the two corpses on the ground, having even forgotten to flee.

"The Young Master... and the Second-in-Command... they’re both... dead?"

"T-too strong... The difference in power is just too great! Three strikes... He killed the Young Master and the Second-in-Command in just three strikes!"

"With strength like that, I’m afraid only the Big Boss can handle him!"

In the chaos, several people rushed into the village, apparently to report to their Big Boss, Heaven-Reaching Clouds.

Chu Qingyun, however, couldn’t have cared less.

Heaven-Reaching Clouds was also one of his targets on this trip. Having them call him out would save Chu Qingyun the trouble of going in to find him.

Chu Qingyun crouched down and silently placed a hand on Cui Yanghong’s body, releasing his Devouring Power. The power transformed into black threads that infiltrated Cui Yanghong’s meridians and Qi Sea, devouring and Refining all of his Primordial Power.

The Primordial Power of a Half-Step Martial Spirit was not something to be wasted.

At the same time, he rummaged through Cui Yanghong’s belongings and found a small vial filled with Primordial Spirit Liquid, which he unceremoniously pocketed.

The small vial appeared to hold more than twenty drops. Cui Yanghong must have been saving it up to refine all at once, but his loss was now Chu Qingyun’s unexpected gain.

Just as he finished absorbing the Primordial Power, before Chu Qingyun could even stand, a terrifying aura surged up from within Cloud-Mo Village. Everyone at the entrance felt a heavy, oppressive weight descend upon them from the depths of their souls.

A Level One Martial Spirit—the aura of a true Martial Spirit Realm expert!

"Who? Who dares kill my Feiwen’s child!"

A figure, wreathed in that terrifying aura, stormed out from the village. Everyone nearby stumbled back, not daring to get anywhere near him.

Behind him, another man with a slightly weaker aura followed, standing at a distance.

"AAAAARGH!..."

Seeing Mo Feiwen on the ground, his head pierced and his eyes wide open in an un-peaceful death, Heaven-Reaching Clouds couldn’t help but throw his head back and roar in fury. The aura around him grew even more violent and crazed.

In his entire life, Heaven-Reaching Clouds had only one son, one who had even awakened a Tier Three Martial Soul. He had always doted on him, protecting him meticulously.

Fearing his son would be killed by his enemies, he normally never even let him leave the village gates. He never imagined that his son would die here today, killed right on his own doorstep!

The man behind Heaven-Reaching Clouds was, of course, the Third-in-Command of Cloud-Mo Village, the Half-Step Martial Spirit Zhu Wenwen.

Seeing Cui Yanghong’s decapitated body, his face filled with grief as he glared hatefully at Chu Qingyun.

"You dared to kill my son! You little bastard, I don’t care who you are, I will grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes to vent my fury!"

"Die!"

In his explosive rage, Heaven-Reaching Clouds attacked at once.

A massive amount of Primordial Power erupted from his hand, glowing with a blinding light. The roiling power condensed into the shape of a square-bladed battle saber.

With a furious roar, Heaven-Reaching Clouds gripped the Elemental Battle Saber. From more than twenty meters away, he swung it through the air, viciously cleaving down toward Chu Qingyun!

As it descended, the Elemental Battle Saber suddenly magnified, looming over Chu Qingyun’s head in an instant. The door-sized Elemental Blade tore through the air, shrieking as it chopped down.

The sharp fluctuations of Primordial Power made everyone nearby feel as if they were being pricked by needles.

Heaven-Reaching Clouds was consumed by his hatred for Chu Qingyun; he wanted to use his Primordial Power to crush him completely!

’Not even using a Soul Technique... What an arrogant fool.’

Chu Qingyun sneered inwardly, tightening his grip on the Thundercloud Sword.

At this moment, he felt no nervousness or fear—only a growing sense of excitement and a surging will to fight.