Soaring of Galaxia

This spear move pierced Qin Shaohong’s rib cartilage at the exact spot.

Although Qin Shaohong had merged with the sky and concealed his body, he could not transform his body into emptiness. As this spear pierced him truly, it would definitely make him lose his combat power if he were to get hit.

Despite not knowing what was happening, Qin Shaohong had no choice but to evade. He glided to retreat.

Qin Wushuang seemed to be playing with Qin Shaohong on purpose as he did not pursue him. Instead, he flew in the middle of the air calmly and unruffled in the midst of the chaos. Flying the spear and his body upright, he revealed a light smile as he looked towards the direction of Qin Shaohong. The corner of his mouth revealed a slight mocking gesture.

At this current moment, Qin Wushuang had a card up his sleeve. He must admit that this Qin Shaohong did possess tremendous strength. If Qin Wushuang had not undergone the spiritual light baptism, he would not have been able to win against Qin Shaohong with his strength at the Profound Void Martial Stage.

However, as Qin Wushuang had numerous miraculous encounters, plus the Purple Cloud Ying Yang Wings, and his own creation of spear moves, it was enough for him to fight on par with Qin Shaohong.

The combination of these with Qin Wushuang’s treasures proved to be greatly effective in the battle, the scales of the victory was unwittingly inclining towards his side.

Most importantly, Qin Shaohong had not experienced as many life and death battles as Qin Wushuang. His ability to respond in dire situations and inner mental strength was far inferior to Qin Wushuang.

In such a worrisome bitter battle, as soon as a crack appeared in one’s mental state, it would be a grave strike to one’s morality. Especially since Qin Shaohong was experiencing a strong drop of elevation, the problem had become more severe as his mentality was imbalanced.

At this moment, Qin Shaohong’s mood could be described as shocked and unsteady. It would not have mattered if Qin Wushuang was only able to see through the bravado action of his explosion trick.

Not only this, but in combat a moment ago, Qin Wushuang had seemed to know of his exact location. Could it be this Qin Wushuang has grown a pair of divine eyes that can see through the emptiness?

Qin Shaohong refused to believe this wretched fact. However, with what just happened, he had to believe that Qin Wushuang was able to pry into the emptiness.

If so, his trump card was completely useless.

Upon thinking of this point, Qin Shaohong felt somewhat defeated. How could this be possible? How could this Qin Wushuang pry into the void?

He would definitely not believe it!

Sweeping away all of his previous doubts, he decided to try one more time. Regardless of the outcome, he could not be out-schemed by Qin Wushuang.

Thinking here, Qin Shaohong found confidence once again. He prompted even more intense silver lights. Across the sky, the silver lights burst like the sea as it dispersed to an even wider area.

Qin Shaohong’s body appeared to be like a stone thrown into the sea.

Qin Wushuang roared in laughter. "Qin Shaohong, are you repeating the same old trick? Or have you exhausted your abilities? If I used the same method to fight you, I would even feel embarrassed."

"If so, I will play with you empty-handed," as he said this, Qin Wushuang put the Hegemony Breaking Formation Spear onto his shoulders to carry.

He put away the spear directly and danced at a high speed with the spread of his wings. He went from left to right, up and down, and continued scuttling at a rapid speed.

Suddenly, Qin Wushuang raised his right arm, lifted his finger, and yelled, "Fly!"

He jabbed with his index and middle finger. Instantly, like bullets, the Coagulated Sword shot in succession.

This Coagulated Sword technique could also be upgraded. In the initial few sword moves, Qin Wushuang only used the ordinary Gang Sword. In the midst of shooting the continuous Gang Sword moves, it unwittingly upgraded into the Soul Sword.

Naturally, the Soul Sword was another level above the Gang Sword.

The Gang Sword was only a form of sword Qi that had shape, yet without spirituality. The Soul Sword had merged with Qin Wushuang’s state of mind and thought. The Soul Sword that was formed had carried some spirituality and posed stronger attack power along with more flexibility.

As soon as the Soul Sword was formed, it started to attack by coiling around the sky like a jumping fairy. It did not attack in a straightforward pattern like the Gang Sword.

When the Soul Sword was formed, it no longer attacked criss-crossed, but instead it attacked from a complete direction.

Such attack was simply unavoidable.

With this attack, Qin Shaohong felt as if he were to vomit blood. Unexpectedly, the attack he was brewing collapsed after the first blow from his foe.

His attack had appeared pitiful to the extent that it did not even qualify to collapse an opponent with one strike: he didn’t even get the chance to perform his attack.

Before he had finished forming his aura, his enemy had already broken through it.

Qin Shaohong felt urgent and anxious. Once again, he could only choose a defensive position.

Qin Wushuang had allowed Qin Shaohong to perform his attack. If he were to allow him to perform it successfully for the second time, wouldn’t he appear to be useless?

Therefore, for this second time, Qin Wushuang had not planned to allow Qin Shaohong to perform the same move. Instead, he had cut off his temperament halfway.

Seizing the upper hand in the aftermath!

Under Qin Wushuang’s Coagulated Sword attacks, Qin Shaohong was to be in the straitened circumstances. He could only block himself. How could he spare any more energy or hands to attack Qin Wushuang?

As Qin Wushuang aroused in the battle, his left hand also joined the battlefield. He raised both hands and attacked from both the left and right sides. The sword intentions from both hands were completely different sword intentions. One side was austere and genuine while the other side was majestic and grandeur. Two completely different sword intentions resembling the power of fire and ice making Qin Shaohong want to cry.

Qin Wushuang’s divine skills had already surpassed Qin Shaohong’s estimation. They had even surpassed his imagination. As he saw Qin Wushuang move with all ten fingers, it was as if he was performing an art masterpiece.

Not only was Qin Shaohong surprised, all the people that were watching the show held their breath. They were intimidated by Qin Wushuang’s shocking attack method.

Qin Yunran touchd his nose and smiled bitterly. "Third, what kind of attack is this? Could this kid have refined the Second Primordial Spirit? How is he able to perform two different sword intentions with his left and right hand simultaneously?"

Qin Chongyang gave a long sigh. "Qin Wushuang has not entered the Supreme Dao Stage, so how could he have refined the Second Primordial Spirit?"

The concept and prerequisite of the Second Primordial Spirit was that one must have entered the Supreme Dao Stage and had to hammer the Divine Soul into shape. He would have needed to hammer the Divine Soul into an independent life form. Only this way could it live independently from the body.

It was of public opinion for an elite warrior of the Supreme Dao to hammer the Divine Soul. However, it would be impossible for the majority of the Supreme Dao warriors to create the divine skills of the Second Primordial Spirit.

It was because the majority of the Supreme Dao elite warriors could not even refine their own Primordial Spirit, not to mention refining the Second Primordial Spirit. Therefore, Qin Yunran’s words had intended to be joking. He knew confidently that this Qin Wushuang would not have refined the Second Primordial Spirit.

Since he did not even possess the Divine Soul, where would the Second Primordial Spirit come from?

Qin Shaohong was battered and exhausted. Regardless of how seamless he had waved the Cold Moon Water Breaking Blade, he was incapable of blocking the attacks from different angles.

Now, it seemed as though he were in a straw house in which wind leaked in from all directions. In the midst of a violent storm, this would be the place in which water leaked everywhere and one would not be able to stop it.

Qin Wushuang knew that Qin Shaohong could not hold on much longer. If this battle had happened at the Ascending Dragon Slope yesterday, perhaps Qin Wushuang would be merciless and expel Qin Shaohong off the stage directly.

However, the conversation between him and the Third Chief yesterday made him understand some of the argument he had not understood before.

Just as Qin Shaohong was reaching imminent danger, suddenly Qin Wushuang slowed down his footsteps and also delayed the attacks he was about to let off. As the wings glided forward with the wind, he suddenly withdrew his temperament instantly and came to a halt.

As profound as the stagnant water, as towering as the high mountain, Qin Wushuang stood there casually and looked at Qin Shaohong with a light smile. He had stopped his attacks!

Instantly, discussion broke out from beneath the stage following his actions. Apparently, everyone could not understand why Qin Wushuang had stopped all of a sudden.

Could it be he lacked strength to support himself?

Impossible! Just by looking at him, he gave off the sense of fresh air. He clearly showed that he had an abundance of power and could swing a butcher’s cleaver with ease.

"Could it be..."

Those with an agile brain already remembered Qin Wushuang’s previous words. Today’s battle was between the disciples of the Qin Clan! It seemed this Qin Wushuang had preserved some skills!

Thinking here, the portion of people who objected Qin Wushuang could not refrain themselves from feeling impressed. It was truly rare for a warrior to rein in the horse at such a point in battle.

If he were to continue his attack, he could completely carry the pride in defeating Qin Shaohong and become the man of the moment amongst the younger generation at the Ascending Dragon Slope.

Qin Shaohong breathed urgently and as his mind was confused. Clearly, he had not admitted defeat completely. He was still hesitant in brewing his final attack.

Qin Wushuang fixed his gaze at Qin Shaohong for he was waiting for his final reaction. If this Qin Shaohong remained to be pigheaded, he would not mind defeating him completely.

Now, he was not giving such meager sensibilities for Qin Shaohong and not for Honored Warrior Zhi Huai, but for the Third Chief and all the people of the Qin Clan!

As Honored Warrior Zhi Huai was used to seeing such major scenes, he knew that in fact, Qin Shaohong did not have much margin to turn this battle around. He gave a long sigh and it seemed that he had aged one hundred years.

"Shaohong, come down. You cannot win this battle!"

As soon as Honored Warrior Zhi Huai opened his mouth to speak, Qin Shaohong’s expression had changed dramatically. A form of unprecedented dark color started to appear on Qin Shaohong’s face.

The Honored Warriors next to Zhi Huai were also slightly surprised. Zhi Huai was always known to not be reconciled to defeat. How come he had changed his mind this time?

Qin Shaohong was dumbstruck as he glared at Qin Wushuang. His lips trembled for one did not know what he was whispering about. Revealing a lifeless look, he no longer had that form of domineering elegant manner before the battle.

Honored Warrior Zhi Huai rolled in the sky as he transformed into a flash of light to pull down Qin Shaohong. He pushed him to the disciples next to him along the way and shouted, "Take him down."

It would be a disgrace if he were to let Qin Shaohong remain here. The strike to his mentality would certainly be unpredictable.

Sending him away was also in fact, a form of protection.

Honored Warrior Zhi Huai took in a deep breath and fixed his gaze at Qin Wushuang who was on the stage. He said with a definite disappointing tone, "Qin Wushuang, you win. Back then, your ancestor Qin Yu had beat me. Now, you still gain the upper hand over my disciple. Could this be so-called destiny?"

As he said this, Zhi Huai’s tone was filled with bitterness.