The Imperial Martial Pill Venerable

"Teacher Qin, are you really going to do this!"

Lu Yuwei stared at Qin Ya, her pretty face filled with a cold fury.

"Kneel, apologize, and cripple one of your arms."

Qin Ya repeated coldly. A flash of light emanated from his hand, and a long spear—pitch-black, with a ferocious flood dragon coiled around its head—materialized in his grasp. His eyes flashed with an icy light. "Or, I’ll do it myself!"

"Teacher Qin, don’t push it too far. Such actions are a disgrace to your status as an Academy teacher," Lu Yuwei said coldly.

"’Status?’" Qin Ya couldn’t help but sneer. "You’re a master on the Hidden Dragon List and captain of the Celestial Star Squad, yet you brought this many people to bully a few Profound Origin Realm freshmen. And now you have the nerve to talk to me about status? Ridiculous!"

Qin Ya shook his head. "Forget it. More words are useless."

The moment he finished speaking, Qin Ya’s figure flashed. He instantly appeared before a burly man and, before the man could react, clamped his right hand onto his shoulder.

CRACK! A bloodcurdling scream echoed through Ice Moon Valley.

Qin Ya had dislocated the man’s shoulder. With a flick of his Coiling Dragon Spear, he shattered the man’s kneecap, forcing him to his knees. "Damn it, my knee!"

Large beads of cold sweat covered the man’s forehead. His face was twisted in a savage grimace from the pain, and he continued to spew curses.

"You bastard! You damned mongrel..."

Qin Ya’s brow twitched. He lashed out with a slap. CRACK! A few bloody teeth went flying, and the man passed out cold.

Stroking the pitch-black spear, the young man gazed coldly at Lu Yuwei and her group. "I only recently acquired this Fifth-Grade Profound Soldier, the Ghost Cloud Pan Dragon Spear," he said slowly. "You have the honor of becoming its first enemies. Let your bodies be the first to experience its touch."

"Damn it, get him!"

Lu Yuwei knew this could no longer be resolved peacefully. She made a snap decision: Qin Ya would not be leaving Ice Moon Valley. ’Since you won’t spare us, then don’t blame us for what happens next! So what if you’re a High-Level Teacher? You’re still just a Spiritual Element Realm Martial Artist. I refuse to believe we can’t kill you!’

The Celestial Star Squad had over thirty members. Most were at the seventh or eighth grade of the Profound Origin Realm, with only a handful at the Spiritual Element Realm. Their strongest was Lu Yuwei, a Spiritual Element Seventh Grade Martial Artist. In contrast, while Qin Ya’s cultivation had improved since his deathmatch with Wang Yan, he was still only a Spiritual Element Fourth Grade Martial Artist. And he was alone.

The disparity was so great that, at a glance, Qin Ya’s defeat seemed inevitable. But the reality was the complete opposite.

But there stood Qin Ya, spear in hand, a sight to make Gods and Ghosts Avoid!

Not a single Profound Origin Realm Martial Artist could withstand even one of his attacks. The long spear was a weapon of the battlefield, the undisputed king of group combat. Furthermore, Qin Ya’s Spear Technique was so exquisite it had reached the Master Realm. Wielding the Fifth-Grade Profound Soldier he’d spent tens of thousands of Gold Coins on—the Ghost Cloud Pan Flood Dragon Long Spear—he was utterly invincible in a group battle.

Screams of agony were endless. In the span of a dozen breaths, some twenty people already lay on the ground, each with shattered kneecaps and a crippled arm. They sprawled limply, their screams echoing across the skies of Ice Moon Valley.

Gazing at the young man, who seemed both a god and a demon, Lu Yuwei’s eyes filled with terror. In stark contrast, expressions of pure delight flashed across the faces of Panlin and Cheng Fei, and they couldn’t stop themselves from cheering.

"That’s it! Beat those bastards to death!"

"This is so satisfying! Haha, so satisfying!"

"Teacher Qin, beat them senseless!"

Li Peiyi watched Qin Ya dominate the battlefield, a fiery War Intent flashing in her eyes. ’I knew you’d be a worthy opponent,’ she thought. ’I just never imagined you’d improve this fast. Qin Ya, I swear I will catch up to you, and then I will challenge you fair and square!’

Before coming to Mingxin Academy, she might have felt such a goal was unattainable. But now, armed with the inheritance of a powerhouse from millennia ago, Li Peiyi had the confidence. Her War Intent surged.

Soon, a large swathe of the Celestial Star Squad lay on the ground. Only Lu Yuwei, the scar-faced youth Wu Lu, Fongg Feiyu, and a young man with a giant axe remained standing. These were all core members of the Celestial Star Squad.

True Spiritual Element Realm Martial Artists!

They were considered rare experts even within the Academy.

But before Qin Ya, they were still not enough. He swept his spear, his gaze as sharp as a blade. "Just the few of you left."

"Arrogant!"

As a fellow Spiritual Element Realm Martial Artist, the axe-wielding youth was enraged. He roared and charged at Qin Ya. He raised his giant axe high, which whipped up a whistling blizzard as it descended toward Qin Ya’s head with mountain-splitting force.

Executing the Carefree Travel Body Technique, Qin Ya dodged to the side in a flash. The giant axe missed, striking the snowy ground and kicking up a cloud of snow. A massive fissure, several meters long, cracked open in the earth.

"Face my axe again!"

The youth roared and swung his axe at Qin Ya again. At the same time, Fongg Feiyu, Wu Lu, and Lu Yuwei all attacked as one.

"Profound Abyss Claw!"

"Iron Cloud Palm!"

"Yin Wind Thirteen Stabs!"

Venomous claws, heavy Palm Power, a cunning sword, and the whistling Mountain-Cracking Giant Axe—the combined assault seemed to seal off all of Qin Ya’s escape routes.

The sight made Li Peiyi’s and the others’ hearts pound with fear.

Faced with such a coordinated attack, a situation of certain death, any other Spiritual Element Realm Martial Artist would be in dire straits—heavily injured, if not killed outright. And yet, Qin Ya merely smiled with indifference.

He sidestepped the giant axe, then swept his spear. He executed a deceptively simple Sweeping Thousand Soldiers, but it was like a stroke of genius. The head of his spear struck Lu Yuwei’s venomous claw, then Wu Lu’s longsword, and finally Fongg Feiyu’s iron palm, neutralizing their incredibly dangerous coordinated attack in an instant.

Lu Yuwei’s and the others’ pupils shrank. They were utterly shaken, stunned by Qin Ya’s divinely skilled Spear Technique.

But Qin Ya’s assault wasn’t over. After deflecting their attacks, he spun his spear. The coiled Flood Dragon on its tip seemed to come to life, lunging toward Wu Lu with bared fangs and claws.

Startled, Wu Lu raised his longsword to block, but how could a slender blade possibly withstand a spear spinning at such high speed?

With a CLANG, the longsword was sent flying.

"Aargh!"

Wu Lu howled in pain as the spear pierced straight through his right arm. Qin Ya gave a cold smile, yanked the spear free, and swung it against Wu Lu’s kneecap. With a sickening CRACK, Wu Lu collapsed to his knees.

"Qin Ya! Die!"

The youth with the giant axe swung at Qin Ya once more.

"Hmph." Qin Ya snorted. His spear shot through the air, thrusting with even greater speed and power. The angle was so precise and cunning that it bypassed the descending axe entirely and pierced the youth’s arm.

THUD...

The giant axe hit the ground with a tremor. The youth then followed in the footsteps of Wu Lu and the others, his kneecaps smashed by a vicious blow.

’Too strong! Utterly unbeatable!’ The thought flashed through Fongg Feiyu’s mind. Panicked, he turned and bolted for the exit of Ice Moon Valley, trying to flee.

"Trying to run? You think you can get away?"

Qin Ya gave a cold smile. Executing Carefree Travel, he caught up to Fongg Feiyu in a single breath. His spear shot forward like a Flood Dragon lunging from the sea. Fongg Feiyu resisted with all his might, but it was useless.

Lu Yuwei stared at the ruins of her Celestial Star Squad, her eyes filled with disbelief. As she watched Qin Ya slowly walk toward her, all the color drained from her beautiful face, replaced by sheer terror.