The Imperial Martial Pill Venerable

Amidst the dust and sand, one figure stood proudly, his white robes unstained. Another knelt on the ground, drenched in blood. The victor and the vanquished were clear at a glance, a sight that shook everyone present.

"Ouyang Lin... lost!"

The crowd was stunned for a moment. An Earth Element Realm Martial Artist defeating someone from the Celestial Essence Realm was surprising, but not unheard of. However, Ouyang Lin was no ordinary Celestial Essence Realm Martial Artist—he was a chosen prodigy from Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain.

His combat prowess far surpassed that of others in his Realm. For someone like him to lose to an obscure Earth Element Realm Martial Artist was unbelievable. What’s more, this Martial Artist didn’t even look sixteen or seventeen. It was utterly shocking.

’I lost!?’

Ouyang Lin felt the throbbing pain from his shoulder, but the shock in his heart took much longer to fade. He was a prodigy of Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain. He had been through countless battles and hovered on the brink of death many times, yet he had always survived.

Yet today, he had been defeated by a mere boy!

"Quick, surround him!"

Snapping back to their senses, the crowd quickly surrounded Qin Ya, leaving him no room to escape. The disciples from Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain went over and helped Ouyang Lin to his feet.

"Qin Ya, hand over the great treasure at once."

Lan Yu spoke in a measured tone, though a flicker of fear showed in his eyes. Seeing so many people on his side, however, quickly calmed his nerves.

’Hmph, so what if he’s tough? He’s just one Earth Element Realm Martial Artist. Two fists are no match for four hands. With so many of us here, taking him down will be easy.’

"That’s right! You may be powerful, but you can’t keep the great treasure all to yourself. Hand it over, and we’ll be sure to give you a share."

"Exactly! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll cooperate. If not, don’t blame us for what happens next."

"Enough wasting words on him! Everyone, attack at once! There’s no way he can stop all of us."

The crowd stared fervently at Qin Ya, like a pack of ravenous wolves eyeing a fat sheep. Their eyes might as well have been glowing green with greed.

"Hand over the great treasure? To the likes of you?"

Qin Ya gave an indifferent smile, his bright eyes filled with disdain and contempt. His tone was casual, almost flippant, but it held an extreme arrogance that infuriated the crowd.

"Damn him, he’s too arrogant!"

"Everyone, attack together! We must not let him get away!"

Enraged, their eyes glinting with malice, the crowd lunged for Qin Ya. In an instant, a chaotic storm of Blade Qi, Sword Auras, Palm Forces, and fist projections surged toward him.

Even Ouyang Lin would have been killed instantly by such a fearsome onslaught!

They truly intended to murder him for the treasure.

Qin Ya sneered. He raised a palm, unleashing a blast of frigid energy. The Heavenly Cold Earth Freeze palm swept out, carrying an unmatched chill that seemed to make all life wither in its path.

With a loud BOOM, the icy palm was instantly shattered, kicking up clouds of dust and smoke.

A figure shot out of the dust cloud, trying to break through the encirclement. Seeing this, the crowd sneered. "Stop him!"

"Haha, where do you think you’re going, kid!"

A burly man laughed heartily, blocking Qin Ya’s path with a massive War Axe. In the crowd’s view, after his huge battle with Ouyang Lin, Qin Ya’s True Essence had to be nearly depleted. He must be utterly exhausted.

How could he possibly escape the encirclement of so many experts in such a state?

The man gripped his giant axe, lifted it high, and swung it down with all his might! The whistling wind alone spoke of the axe’s extraordinary power—enough to shatter mountains and split the earth.

A glint of spear light flashed, and blood sprayed through the air!

The giant axe fell to the ground with a CLANG. The burly man was dead, his soul sent to the Netherworld!

’How can a spear be that fast?’ was his final thought.

The crowd was horrified, but men die for wealth as birds die for food. The allure of the great treasure was so strong that their feet would not retreat. A few more charged forward to take his place.

Qin Ya gave a cold smile, flicked his long spear, and unleashed Sweeping Thousand Soldiers!

A spear is an ideal weapon for fighting against a crowd, and Qin Ya’s Spear Technique had already reached a level of profound mastery that no ordinary person could hope to match.

SWISH! SWISH! The black spear moved like a venomous dragon, whipping up a tempest in the crowd. It left a rain of blood and viscera in its wake, a sight that would make gods and ghosts alike gasp in astonishment.

At this moment, Qin Ya was unleashing the full extent of his Spear Technique!

Kill, kill, kill!

One side fought to break through, the other to seize the treasure. Neither would give an inch!

"Wind-Splitting!!"

The spear’s aura flared and a vicious wind howled. A spray of blood erupted as another person fell to the ground, dead.

"Go to hell!"

Sensing the killing intent from behind, Qin Ya let out a cold, savage grin. He instantly used the Chasing Wind and Shadow Technique, dodging a sword thrust in the blink of an eye. Following the motion, he whipped his spear back. With a sickening POP, a man’s head exploded like a watermelon.

"What kind of monster is he?"

"This is horrifying. How can a boy like him possess such mastery of the Spear Technique?"

"He’s too fast."

"Damn it, how does he still have so much energy? It’s impossible!"

Qin Ya’s white robes were stained crimson, soaked in blood. An overwhelming Evil Qi erupted from him, making him look like a Demon God and striking terror into the hearts of all who saw him. A sudden chill crept into the hearts of the assembled Martial Artists.

"Come on, more of you!!"

Qin Ya roared as he thrust his spear. It shot forward like a meteor, dazzling in its lethal brilliance. In the blink of an eye, blossoms of blood bloomed as two more heads were pierced through.

The longer they fought, the more terrified they became. Facing this berserker-god-like Qin Ya, the fog of greed that had clouded their minds began to dissipate. ’Damn it,’ they thought, ’what good is a great treasure if you’re not alive to enjoy it? We have to retreat! Retreat!’

As this thought spread, the crowd’s assault began to falter.

They were... afraid!

Terrified of death, they were terrified of facing Qin Ya!

Seeing his chance, a cold light flashed in Qin Ya’s eyes. He unleashed Chasing Wind and Shadow, his body transforming into a streak of Flowing Light as he aimed for an opening and burst through.

The crowd was shocked to see him break through!

"Oh no, he’s getting away!"

But even so, very, very few actually dared to give chase.

Ouyang Lin, who had just fought Qin Ya, sighed. "Alas, don’t bother chasing. Even I am nowhere near as fast as him. You’ll never catch up."

"This battle... we’ve lost."

Lost?! The faces of the crowd turned ashen. In their hearts, however, they had to admit it was true. So many of them had been defeated by a single boy. Who would even believe such a story?

They’d had a chance to stop Qin Ya, but they failed to seize it. Their fear—their fear of death—had created the very opening Qin Ya needed to break their encirclement. Their defeat was absolute.

Lan Yu ground his teeth. "Damn it! We were so close."

"Close? Heh," Ouyang Lin retorted. "Then why don’t you go chase him?"

"Hmph." Lan Yu snorted and fell silent.

’Go after him? What a joke. Even Ouyang Lin, the strongest person here, was seriously injured. All of us together couldn’t stop him. Chasing him alone would be pure suicide.’

"Hmph, there’s still time. The Hidden Dragon Valley Secret Realm won’t close for another twenty-odd days. I refuse to believe I won’t find my own opportunities."

"It’s just one great treasure. There are plenty more to be found in Hidden Dragon Valley."

"Exactly! Once I find my own lucky break, I’ll make sure that brat dies a miserable death! I’ll show him that I, your Grandpa Li, am not someone to be messed with!"

After throwing around a few more empty threats, the crowd gradually dispersed.

The wind swept through, stirring up dust and sand, leaving behind nothing but a field of carnage and the stench of blood.