Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated
Big Brother Li is so powerful! he broke the Refinery King Kettle!
Flower Fairy’s pretty face glowed with excitement and joy.
Everyone else beside Flower Fairy was very happy to see Qingfeng escape from the Kettle as well.
Qingfeng always manages to surprise me,
said Black Puppy to itself with its head lifted.
Black Puppy knew that if it was the one inside the Kettle, it would be extremely hard for it to escape. However, Qingfeng escaped easily, which showed how much more talented Qingfeng was.
Qingfeng stood on the outside and listened to everyone’s discussion. When he saw the shattered Refinery King Kettle, his expression was calm.
When he was inside the Kettle, he learned about talisman scriptures, and acquired its practical skills. Now that he looked at those around again, he clearly saw that there were talisman scripts inside people’s bodies.
Human skin, the veins in the skin, veins in the muscle, the veins in bones. The human organs, pulses, and nerves all had veins.
He looked at the talisman script veins on these self-cultivators and tried to find their flaws. No matter how powerful the self-cultivator was, they all had flaws on them. With one look, Qingfeng had discovered clear flaws amongst some of the self-cultivators.
If these people battled with Qingfeng, Qingfeng could defeat them within seconds with only a lift of a finger to point out their flaws.
Qingfeng turned to closely inspect Binger Zhao in front of him. He noticed that the flaws on Binger Zhao weren’t so clear to discover because Binger Zhao was more powerful than him.
However, if Binger Zhao used self-cultivation technique during battle, Qingfeng will be able to find her flaws.
Qingfeng looked at Binger Zhao and said,
Your Refinery King Kettle was too weak! You call this a treasure? I don’t think so. It shattered with a light touch of my finger.
He spoke in a nonchalant yet arrogant manner, as if he didn’t care about the Refinery King Kettle or Binger Zhao at all.
Everyone around was dumbfounded when they heard Qingfeng. They thought deep down,
Dude, the Refinery King Kettle was a saint’s spiritual treasure! Even saints and ninth level Spirit Emperor Realm Masters were melted by it. How could it become weak in front of you?
Of course everyone around only thought that and didn’t dare to say it out loud. Who knew if Qingfeng might become angry and take it out on them? They would die from one slap from him! Who would want to die like that?
Qingfeng, you think I only have one Refinery King Kettle? I’ve got plenty of other treasures! I must kill you today!
Binger Zhao’s face grew cold with murderous rage.
The Refinery King Kettle might have been Binger Zhao’s strongest tool, but she also had other powerful skills left.
After all, Binger Zhao was the daughter of the sect master of the number one orthodox sect, the Sword Emperor Sect, so she certainly had more than one treasure.
Qingfeng, I’ll show you how powerful my Saint’s Drum is.
Binger Zhao triggered a thought, and a white drum appeared from her interspatial ring.
This white drum was the size of two palms, and it had a smooth surface with complex, deep, and powerful talisman scripts closely knitted together that breathed out the energy of the heavens and earth.
It’s the Saint’s Drum.
Black Puppy said with shock when it saw what Binger Zhao took out.
If it could shock Black Puppy, it definitely was a rare treasure, because Black Puppy had seen all sorts of treasures and gems as an ancient demonic beast.
During the ancient era, the Saint’s Drum was the treasure of saints. It was a powerful spirit attack weapon.
With the drum sound of the Saint’s Drum, it could attack one’s soul, and suck it in.
Qingfeng frowned as he felt a dangerous premonition from the Saint’s Drum, his soul was trembling as if it was going to be sucked in.
Qingfeng felt the immense power of the Saint’s Drum in Binger Zhao’s hands, and that its power was no less than his Golden Calabash.
He knew, this Saint’s Drum was definitely a saint’s spiritual treasure, or it wouldn’t have felt so dangerous. He felt hints of unfairness, because he had acquired his treasure with great pain, torment, and sometimes at the risk of his life.
However, Binger Zhao didn’t have to put herself through any adventure. She naturally accepted these treasures as gifts since she was the Sword Emperor Sect’s princess.
If Binger Zhao was privileged, then Qingfeng rose from nothing. At a shallow level, Qingfeng might appear privileged as well, since his father was the Sky-Conquering Sect’s god son, but sadly his father went to the Three Thousand Grande Worlds and left him with nothing.
Binger Zhao smacked the surface of the white Saint’s Drum, and the drum sounds formed a massive spirit whirlpool.
This white whirlpool was incredibly terrifying. Like black whirlpools and the black holes in outer space, it had a great suctioning force.
The spirit energy of the flowers, trees, and plants around the white whirlpool were all sucked into the Saint’s Drum.
Not only plants were sucked in, even some demonic beasts, spiders, ants, soil, and rocks were shattered and pale as their spirit energy was sucked dry.
All the self-cultivators around looked with shock, their faces pale, and their ears covered in fear of the sound. They all stepped back to escape it.
Even so, the ones closer by trembled and felt parts of soul sucked away.
Amongst some of them, the skin of some of the female cultivators became wrinkled as they began to age dramatically.
All the self-cultivators looked at Binger Zhao with terror. This woman they were admiring was now a demon that engulfed souls.
Qingfeng’s face turned pale and he began to sweat as he felt his soul tearing apart and about to enter into the Saint’s Drum.
Dammit, this Saint’s Drum is a saint’s spiritual treasure that specializes in swallowing souls! I can’t fight it,
Qingfeng cursed endlessly and was furious with Binger Zhao.
He had just shattered the Refinery King Kettle and thought he could kill Binger Zhao, but now it seems like it was impossible. This woman had too many spiritual treasures on her.
The white whirlpool arrived above Qingfeng’s head and released white light with immense power. It was more powerful than earth’s gravity as it tried to suck in Qingfeng’s soul.
At the moment of life and death, the Black-White millstone rushed out from Qingfeng’s mind.
