Divine Seal: Six Paths of Reincarnation, I am the Crown-Rank Assassin

Chapter 76 Asura Path Spirit Furnace, Asura Sword

Dragon wings spread across the sky, holy armor shines upon the world.

Like a god descending to earth, crushing everything with absolute power!
Even the fearless Crimson Blood Demon showed fear at this moment.

Lacking sophisticated equipment, the demons can only fight by relying on their physical abilities.

However, Yan Qianqiu possessed four legendary pieces of equipment at this time.

Tens of thousands of demons died at his hands.

Even in the end, he forgot exactly how many he had slaughtered.

Yan Qianqiu tirelessly unleashed the Asura Purgatory Strike, leaving behind only severed limbs and broken bodies wherever the dark beam of light passed.

Yet his body was still overflowing with spiritual energy.

The Aion, being a powerful artifact, can convert soul power into spiritual power.

A steady stream of fluids flowed into his body
With his terrifying physical attributes and inexhaustible spiritual power, Yan Qianqiu's slaughter of demons at this moment was no less than that of a ninth-tier holy knight.

The battlefield was littered with the corpses of demons.

Yan Qianqiu's armor was covered with a thick layer of scarlet blood, making it difficult to even see the golden surface of the armor.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth converges here.

The terrifying stench of blood caused the demons to retreat in panic.

"Ok?"

The crimson vortex exceeded its rotational speed limit, and the spiritual power of the dead tore through it with a piercing shriek. The spirit furnace suddenly solidified and took shape.

The collapsing vortex resembled an iron throne cast in blood.

The armrests are crisscrossed with blood-stained swords, the backrests are made of stacked skulls, and the base oozes thick blood plasma.

Yan Qianqiu's pupils contracted slightly, and his breathing became rapid involuntarily.

Identification technique!
[Asura Path Spirit Furnace]

[Spirit God Weapon Asura Sword: Forged by slaughtering countless spirits, nourished by fresh blood, bathed in the blood of thousands of spirits, and judged by the judgment of all lives...]

Without hesitation, the boy grabbed the spirit furnace.

"Pfft-"

The Iron Throne sword pierced his palm, and blood gushed out along the groove, staining the entire spirit furnace a strange and scarlet crystalline color.

It transforms into blood vessels, seeps into the body, and converges towards the dantian along the meridians.

"Zheng!"

The Asura Blood Sword pierced the earth, and the battlefield fell silent.

Then blood gushed out!
Countless streams of viscous blood shot up from the demon corpses, transforming into crimson pythons that frantically clung to the demonic patterns on the sword.

The blood was completely swallowed by the spine of the sword.

A bloody gash appeared on Yan Qianqiu's tiger's mouth, but he remained motionless.

"not enough."

He spun the sword hilt, and the sword guard, now resembling the Skull Throne, expanded a hundredfold, transforming into a blood-forged array hundreds of meters in diameter on the ground.

The corpse exploded into a bloody mist.

Transformed by the Asura Blood Sword, it surged into his body like a pilgrimage.

His spiritual power soared until the total spiritual power, both internal and external, reached 32,000, with the internal spiritual power alone exceeding 22,000.

However, to break through to the eighth level, one's inner spiritual power must reach at least 30,000.

In the sky,
Golden light descended from the sky, and a rain of spiritual energy enveloped half of Zhennan Pass. This was the forbidden spell of the Holy Shepherd, the favor of the Goddess of Light.

Humanity was nourished by the golden rain of light.

The demons howled and screamed in agony.

Yan Qianqiu looked up and saw the twelve towering demonic pillars retreating into the distance. The human ninth-level powerhouses were also free to act, and the overall situation was settled.

The light from various elements gradually dimmed.

He had no intention of getting involved with the twelve demon gods, after all, he was only at the seventh level at the moment.

Yan Qianqiu's sixteen-meter-long dragon wings suddenly trembled, causing a visible platinum wave to explode in the air. His figure blurred instantly.

Only three fading afterimages remained on the spot, while the real body had already torn through the sound barrier.

Approaching Zhennanguan,

Yan Qianqiu reminded them, "The demons are temporarily withdrawing their troops and preparing to return home."

He slowed down, and the Tower of Eternity shone brightly.

Hearing the familiar voice, the other members of the Demon Hunter Squad prepared themselves and appeared on the battlefield, following behind him. "The demons have gone mad! Could there be a million demon soldiers?" Tan Wan gasped.

What you see
The corpses were piled up like hills; the intensity of the war was far beyond anyone's imagination.

Back at Zhennanguan, their bodies were covered in sticky blood that dripped onto the ground.

The leader of the group was especially bad.

Yang Wenzhao had been keeping an eye on their team, and when he saw Yan Qianqiu and the others disappear deep into the demon army, his heart clenched with anxiety.

"What is this?" He stared at the boy in disbelief, then suddenly realized, "He actually has four legendary pieces of equipment, which means he has over a million merits..."

The elite demon hunter team also noticed this.

A man clad in mithril and blue-gold armor looked him up and down, then approached with some surprise, saying, "Brother, which demon-hunting group are you from? You have so much good equipment!"

"General-level officer number twenty-one."

"General level?" the man repeated subconsciously, stunned on the spot.

On average, each of them only has one legendary item, but this person has four and is only a general-level character?

Yan Qianqiu felt very uncomfortable all over, so he found a place to wash off the sticky blood.

At first, he used a spiritual energy shield to block the blood. However, as time went on and more and more demons were killed, he stopped caring about that.

"Captain, I've also broken through to the sixth rank!" Bai Xiaomo said crisply.

Yan Qianqiu looked back.
The girl's face was smeared with blood, making her look like a cat covered in puddles. Sure enough, there was a brightly lit spiritual aperture in her dantian area.

It absorbs spiritual energy and spins around.

"Not bad, Yang Wenzhao is only at the fifth rank, seventh level." Yan Qianqiu commented.

“We’ll soon be promoted to the Commander-level Demon Hunter Team,” Florence said excitedly, stretching her body.

At this point, only Liu Xian was missing from their promotion to the Commander-level Demon Hunter Team.

"I'm sorry." The girl gripped her staff tightly, her head bowed, unable to look at him.

With an innate spiritual power of 62, she already possessed remarkable talent, but here she felt somewhat ashamed and like she was dragging everyone down.

“It’s alright. I have the Holy Alliance token given to me by Uncle Shadow. Even though we are a general-level demon hunter team, we can still enjoy some of the benefits of a marshal-level.

Yan Qianqiu comforted her.

During the recent battle, the Tower of Eternity absorbed the power of hundreds of thousands of souls and has evolved.

The area covered by the radiance widened, and the number of vengeful spirits increased twenty-fourfold.

It exudes a pure white energy of death.

It was fully awakened, and hundreds of new secret techniques were added.

Yan Qianqiu examined various secret techniques.

He touched the eternal melody and, among hundreds of secret techniques, found the contract magic to enhance his talent.

Silently feel the magic of this soul contract.

His heart moved.

This is similar to a knight's squire contract, but it is more powerful and domineering.

When the caster is a chosen one, Soul Contract magic will enhance the follower's talents.

At the same time, one can control the life and death of the other party in an instant.

not only that,

A soul contract is a contract that transcends death.

Yan Qianqiu fell into thought, wondering if the Twelve Holy Guards were controlled in this way.

"I have a secret technique here, but it has side effects..."

Yan Qianqiu gave a brief summary of the main points.

"I do!" Liu Xian agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Florence remained silent, wondering if she had unknowingly put pressure on Sister Liu, which had led to the current situation.

"Have you thought it through?" Yan Qianqiu looked into her clear, bright eyes and asked again.

"Compared to dying at the hands of demons due to lack of talent, we should be grateful to have the right to choose now."

Liu Xian said softly, "The headquarters of the Priest Temple was almost destroyed, so what does my meager talent amount to?"

She clenched her fist, her gaze resolute. "I want to become stronger and seize the future!"

(End of this chapter)