Peerless Dragon Sovereign-Chapter 642: Once One and the Same

Lu Daochang pulled his hand out of Qiu Huang’s chest and then kicked him away, worsening the injury.

Withered Soul rushed to the side upon seeing this scene, watching Lu Daochang warily, his heart filled with fear.

He had never expected his mortal enemy Qiu Huang to be mortally wounded by Lu Daochang in such a mocking manner. Qiu Huang, who was just now brimming with spirit, was severely injured and on the brink of death; even an Eight-level Martial Artist might easily take his life.

Jiang Meier was utterly terrified and hurriedly distanced herself by flying to the side.

The cultivation between Qiu Huang and Lu Daochang was nearly equal, but now the First Hall Master was gravely injured, and Withered Soul was almost half-destroyed; there was hardly anyone here who could contend with Lu Daochang.

"Sect Leader, you finally arrived!" Chu Nan’s expression was full of joy as he immediately restored his appearance and approached Lu Daochang.

Seeing Chu Nan appear, Lu Daochang nodded slightly and then said, "Elder Zhenwu, let’s join forces to wipe out this Ancestor Sect, and then you shall refine this Desolate Ancient Holy Hall!"

The Desolate Ancient Holy Hall came from the Ancestor Sect. As the Sect Leader of the Celestial Crossing Realm’s Ancestor Sect, Lu Daochang knew far more than Qiu Huang.

Each of the three Holy Halls is extremely difficult to refine; it cannot be accomplished merely by cultivation alone.

Therefore, the thirty-six True Martial Pavilions have been housed in the Ancestor Sect for thousands of years with no one capable of refining them until Chu Nan appeared, changing everything.

The Desolate Ancient Holy Hall was naturally the same, so in Lu Daochang’s view, only Chu Nan, the master of the True Martial Holy Hall, possesses the capability to refine the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall.

"Alright, I’ll follow the Sect Leader’s orders entirely," Chu Nan’s heart was completely at ease. Qiu Huang was severely injured, Withered Soul’s strength greatly diminished, the Second Hall Master seemed long dead, and now the only threat lay with Jiang Meier.

However, Jiang Meier’s strength was of little concern to Chu Nan; even if he couldn’t suppress her, could Lu Daochang not handle her?

"Qiu Huang, when you betrayed the Ancestor Sect and stole the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, did you ever foresee this day?" Lu Daochang looked at Qiu Huang coldly, mustering his Fist Power and striking out with a furious palm.

Lu Daochang cultivated the Ancestral Bloodline, his cultivation incredibly solid. Although his accumulation was inferior to Qiu Huang, the oldest existing Human Race Martial Artist of the Celestial Crossing Realm, he had the advantage of seizing the initiative.

For a moment, the entire Land of Inheritance was ablaze with light. This palm, imbued with the brilliance of the Light Dao and Power Dao, unleashed an overwhelming force capable of total destruction.

The aura of the Nine-level Heaven peak erupted forth; if Qiu Huang took this palm, he would assuredly die and be extinguished.

With a cold smile, Withered Soul looked at Qiu Huang and said, "Qiu Huang, did you ever imagine you’d meet this day!"

At this moment, Withered Soul felt exceedingly elated; he was eager for Qiu Huang to die soon, though he regretted Qiu Huang wasn’t perishing by his own hand.

"With Qiu Huang gone, I, Withered Soul, am completely free!" Withered Soul thought excitedly, his eyes full of expectation.

Currently, Qiu Huang looked incredibly wretched, with blood continuously flowing from the hole in his chest, his aura declining incessantly, his face as pale as paper, hardly distinguishable from a corpse.

But faced with Lu Daochang’s killing move and Withered Soul’s mockery, Qiu Huang didn’t show an ounce of despair. Instead, he laughed coldly and said, "Withered Soul is nothing but a clown. Lu Daochang, don’t think you can kill me so easily!"

As he spoke, under everyone’s unexpected, shocked gaze, Qiu Huang looked at Withered Soul and said, "My Split Soul, if not now, then when!"

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Qiu Huang formed hand seals constantly, and a strange power suddenly blossomed within him.

At the same time, Withered Soul’s Soul Body trembled frantically, revealing a look of fear and despair as he exclaimed, "Qiu Huang, you left a trick on my body?"

"We are already independent entities. You can’t devour me; you can’t devour me."

"I am Withered Soul, not your Split Soul!"

However, Qiu Huang paid no heed, and as he finished forming the seals, Withered Soul’s Soul Body uncontrollably flew towards him, irrespective of how he struggled in vain.

"Withered Soul, you think you’ve escaped my grasp, but in reality, you’re forever a prisoner in an urn!"

Lu Daochang was also taken aback witnessing this, as the entire process unfolded in an instant, faster than a single breath.

Seeing Qiu Huang and Withered Soul about to merge into one, Lu Daochang’s long-prepared powerful attack finally descended.

Lu Daochang primarily practiced the Light Dao and Power Dao, both achieving a fourth-level realm, making him incredibly formidable.

The brilliant light swallowed Qiu Huang’s entire body, and under the simultaneous influence of the Light Dao and Power Dao, Qiu Huang’s body was torn apart, revealing large patches of flesh and bone.

Just as Qiu Huang seemed about to die and be extinguished by this blow, he suddenly exclaimed, "Very well, I never imagined you’d present me with such a great gift upon returning to my body, Withered Soul!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Nan realized something and immediately shouted, "Sect Leader, bad news, Qiu Huang has the Nine-turn Vitality Liquid of Withered Soul on him!"

"What!" Lu Daochang’s face showed a rare slip of composure.

The Nine-turn Vitality Liquid is the strongest healing sacred medicine in the Celestial Crossing Realm, capable of instantly healing even the injuries of a Nine-level Heaven Martial Artist with just one drop.

Indeed, at that moment, a wave of life force bloomed within the light.

As the glow of Lu Daochang’s Martial Skill faded, Qiu Huang’s originally torn-apart body began to restore at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In merely a breath’s time, Qiu Huang, who previously looked nearly as lifeless as a corpse, had returned to full strength, without a single wound left on his body, with newly healed muscles gleaming under the light.

More terrifying still, after devouring Withered Soul’s Soul, the aura around Qiu Huang was even more dreadful than before.

The black radiance that shone on Qiu Huang’s body gradually dissipated, revealing a charming yet sinister young man wearing a green robe who stepped forward.

He wore a proud expression, boasting, "Lu Daochang, I originally cultivated the Dark Dao and Path of Death, and now I’ve acquired Soul Dao’s supremacy. I’m curious, in the Celestial Crossing Realm, who can stand against me?"

An Aura of Saint-level soul manifested (Note: "入圣级别的灵魂气息" interpreted as "An Aura of Saint-level soul"), and under the Nine-level Heaven peak cultivation’s impetus, Qiu Huang’s soul power now was originally more frightening than when Withered Soul was present!

Without a physical body and sufficient cultivation, Withered Soul wielding Saint-level soul power is akin to a child wielding a large sword compared to Qiu Huang.

Yet in Qiu Huang’s hands, it’s like a butcher finding the perfect weapon, able to freely slaughter everything.

At this moment, Qiu Huang was no longer simply a Nine-level Heaven peak Martial Artist; his strength even faintly approached the once-extinct Unity Realm existence in the Celestial Crossing Realm.

Nearby, Jiang Meier witnessed this and immediately stood beside Qiu Huang, exclaiming, "First Hall Master, your divine might is boundless; I always knew you would ultimately triumph!"

"What is happening, how is Withered Soul your Split Soul!" Chu Nan felt incredulous, gritting his teeth.

Watching the impending victory vanish into thin air, anyone would be exceedingly furious.