Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 502: Battle with Mo Wentian

"Senior, Young Master Mo is unpredictable, you should take some precautions!"

Seeing Mo Wentian suddenly strike at Qinchuan, Jin Ling Saintess was terrified, her pretty face turning pale as she kindly warned Qinchuan.

Clearly, in her mind, Mo Wentian was possessed of an Undying Immortal body, and even though Qinchuan was an ancient expert from hundreds of thousands of years ago, he ultimately couldn't compare to Mo Wentian.

She didn't want to see the two of them in conflict either.

But how could Qinchuan possibly fear Mo Wentian?

"Hmph, step aside?" Qinchuan's eyes were cold as ice, his face filled with mockery as he looked at Mo Wentian, "The words 'step aside' do not exist in this young master's dictionary."

Having said that.

Qinchuan cast a spell.

The next moment, with an earth-shattering sound, the Power of Laws surged like an immense sea from the void, shattering that strike of divine light.

"Daring to provoke this young master, you truly seek death! Even if there truly are arts of Immortality and Invincibility in this world, this young master can still crush you every time you resurrect!"

Qinchuan rose into the air, standing proudly opposite Mo Wentian, with his hair fluttering, surrounded by Immortal Qi and Dao Magic, like an exiled Immortal, he scornfully surveyed all around, looking at Mo Wentian with indescribable coldness in his eyes.

Originally.

Qinchuan had not wanted to interact with this mysterious man from the Immortal Burial Site too soon, but now that the latter had come to oppress him, he naturally would not sit idly by.

Qinchuan used the Thunderous Force to shatter Mo Wentian's Dao Magic.

Curiosity flashed across Mo Wentian's face as well.

"Good, very good, unexpected to find such a youth on this insignificant Divine Wilderness Continent, who actually dares to make a move against me!"

Mo Wentian stood tall, casually flipping his feathered fan, arrogantly asking, "Boy, what is your name?"

Qinchuan's eyebrows raised, finding it strange.

They had clearly met outside the secret realm earlier, yet now Mo Wentian seemed to have entirely forgotten, asking for Qinchuan's name again.

"Could this person, not be the same one?"

Qinchuan operated his Innate Pupils again, but found that this Mo Wentian was clearly the same person he had seen outside the secret realm earlier.

Truly bizarre!

At that moment, the voice of Jin Ling Saintess also arrived.

"Young Master Mo, this is Young Master Qin, who has lived in seclusion in the Divine Wilderness for hundreds of thousands of years and has not heard of young master's fame, unaware of the rules, I hope Young Master Mo can be lenient!"

Jin Ling Saintess was still pleading for Qinchuan at this moment, worried that the two would actually come to blows.

A battle between the two, no matter who lost or won, was not something she wished to see.

If Mo Wentian won, the powerful senior she had finally gotten on good terms with would have been for naught.

If Qinchuan won, the trouble would be even greater — if Mo Wentian was not dead, that was one thing, but if Qinchuan killed him, the enmity established would truly be a disaster.

If Mo Wentian died today but his Immortal body brought him back, he would inevitably return.

At that time, because she had followed Qinchuan today, Mo Wentian might very well vent his anger on her.

Yin Yuexuan also realized the crux of the issue, sending messages from afar, hoping to reconcile the two sides.

"What on earth do you two think you are, to dare lecture this young master?"

Mo Wentian's expression was cold, his eyes shooting forth a scorching brightness at Jin Ling Saintess and Yin Yuexuan.

"Boom—"

The Great Dao roared, with the Laws surging. The two hastily brought out their Life-bound Magical Treasures and barely managed to block a casual strike from Mo Wentian.

Instantly.

The two dared not speak further, keeping their mouths shut, only praying inwardly that Qinchuan and Mo Wentian would not come to blows.

But contrary to their desires, at this moment Mo Wentian had already made a move.

"Seal—"

Following Mo Wentian's light reprimand, countless Great Dao Rune Patterns reemerged, descending from the void.

These were like Divine Chains, emitting a strange divine radiance, intertwining to form a massive Celestial Net that enveloped Qinchuan at its very center.

Within the net, flames blazed fiercely, endless Lei Mang fell through the gaps of the net, bombarding Qinchuan's body.

"Indeed, it's the aura from the Immortal Burial Site!" Qinchuan exclaimed in surprise as he looked toward Mo Wentian, his mind suddenly racing.

In the clash with Mo Wentian, he had sensed a familiar yet strange power within the other's Dao Magic.

In those years,

he had forcefully entered the Immortal Burial Site, but was decisively defeated at its outer periphery and had to retreat. The power and aura he encountered then were exactly the same as those contained within Mo Wentian's Dao Magic!

Only, the power within Mo Wentian's Dao Magic was far too faint, nowhere near the aura emitted by those things at the edge of the Immortal Burial Site back then.

"Hmph, daring to be distracted while battling this young master, truly courting death!"

As Qinchuan once again sensed the familiar aura of the Immortal Burial Site, he defended against the Earth Fire and Lei Mang within the Celestial Net, while also pondering the relationship between Mo Wentian and the Immortal Burial Site.

Seeing this, Mo Wentian mistook Qinchuan's distraction as an insult to him and was immediately enraged, letting out a cold snort.

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Dao Magic abounded, the Celestial Net transformed into a curtain of rain, resembling a waterfall, all smashing down upon Qinchuan's head.

The heavens and earth changed color, a terrifying and daunting sight to behold.

This realm instantly turned into a dazzling light sphere, nothing was visible anymore, only the splendid flames and blinding Lei Mang remained, the roaring of the Great Dao Rune Patterns intending to refine this place.

"What a terrifying technique!"

The many cultivators watching from a safe distance were also stunned by Mo Wentian's methods.

This Mo Wentian, who had struck out at everyone for no reason, seeing Qinchuan teach this arrogant and haughty youth a lesson had brought a bit of joy to their hearts.

But now, they saw Qinchuan enveloped by the sky full of thunderous flames.

A bad thought arose in their minds, "Could it be that not even Young Master Qin is a match for this youth?"

Yesterday, Qinchuan had used a small trick in the tavern to take care of Gongsun Qu and Wei An, causing a sensation.

Seeing Qinchuan take action just now, they had some expectations, hoping he could suppress this arrogant fellow.

But at this moment, people could only hope that Qinchuan would be able to survive under such terrifying Divine Skills and Dao Magic.

Just as everyone was nervously watching the raging flames, a disdainful voice came from within the thunderous flames.

"Is this your biggest move? That's all there is to it!"

Immediately thereafter,

a towering figure emerged slowly from within the flames, the body crystal-clear like jade, resembling a Nirvana Fire phoenix, with flames enveloping its body and terrifying lightning bursting from its eyes.

"Young Master Qin! He... he... he has emerged unscathed!"

Everyone was shocked, their eyes showing disbelief.

"That vast Celestial Net, I'm afraid even cultivators of the Life Spring Realm would not be able to withstand it, yet Young Master Qin was able to walk out!"

All were overjoyed beyond expectation.

"It's time for this young master to take action!"

Qinchuan clasped his hands to form a spell, laws evolved, Great Dao Rune Patterns congealed in the void, forming an imposing peak that surged mightily toward Mo Wentian.

"Boom—"

This strike caused a tremendous quake in heaven and earth; terrifying energy burst forth, striking upon the Divine Wood and even causing it to tremble slightly.

The massive explosion in the void made the distant onlookers feel a sharp pain in their ears.

Fortunately, they had fled far enough to avoid being deafened by this impact.

And this strike was merely the beginning of their great battle.