Chapter 1206: Chapter 362: Zhou Qing, I Told You to Back Off, Did You Hear Me?!

"Thanks to your ’guidance’ back then..." Xuanyuan Yichen sneered, slowly unclenching his right hand, "I finally found it—the Yellow Official Pen!"

A brush glowing with an eerie yellow light appeared in his palm.

There were nine blood-red patterns coiling around the brush shaft, writhing slowly like living creatures.

The brush tip was made of some unknown creature’s hair, exuding a chilling and sinister aura.

"I admit your talent is extraordinary," Xuanyuan Yichen sneered, the Yellow Official Pen in his hand emanating a bewitching red glow.

"But talent is one thing, and luck is another! If it weren’t for my extraordinary luck, how could I have found such an ancient secret treasure? Not to mention the royal destiny I bear—how could you possibly compare to me?"

He suddenly took out an intricately carved wooden chair, sneering coldly: "Do you remember the chair you sat on when you visited my mansion looking for your senior brother back then? This is something you directly touched, and I’ve kept it well."

"So, step back now, or else..."

Zhou Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a cold chill in his heart.

Unexpectedly, from that time, this guy had already been plotting in secret—it truly showed deep scheming.

This kind of cunning, indeed, sent chills down one’s spine.

Seeing that Zhou Qing remained unmoved, Xuanyuan Yichen’s eyes flared with a vicious light, and he fiercely wrote "Zhou Qing" on the paper with the Yellow Official Pen.

In an instant, a bizarre power of law enveloped the heavens, distorting the very fabric of space.

"Final warning, step back!"

Yet Zhou Qing took a step forward, golden wings unfurling with dazzling brilliance, coldly staring at him.

He hated being threatened by others the most in his life.

Something as evil as Yellow Official Paper might intimidate someone whose lifespan was nearing its end, but to him, it was utterly ineffective.

A Divinity Transformation Cultivator has a life span of two thousand years, and he had only cultivated for just over fifty years. Even if he lost half, he would still have a millennium.

Given his talent and comprehension, these years would be enough for him to break through to the Spirit Severing Realm and extend his life by another four thousand years.

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Qing’s eyes, and his killing intent was resolute.

If he didn’t kill Xuanyuan Yichen completely today, with his profound scheming and ruthless methods, he might bring immeasurable disaster to his sect in the future.

Thinking of this, the spiritual power around him surged even more vigorously.

"Screech—"

A clear cry echoed to the skies, and a Golden Crow Dharma Aspect soared into the sky from behind Zhou Qing, with blazing true sunlight incinerating the heavens and boiling the seas!

Xuanyuan Yichen’s complexion changed dramatically, and an eerie blue flame rose in his palm, instantly engulfing the wooden chair.

"Your fire is too slow, let me assist you!" Zhou Qing shouted fiercely, and the Golden Crow Fire transformed into a torrent, roaring toward Xuanyuan Yichen!

"Damn it!" Xuanyuan Yichen’s skeletal wings flapped frantically as he fled in embarrassment through the sea of fire.

He bit his tongue, spurting a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the burning wooden chair, causing the flames to surge violently.

"Boom!"

Even though he barely dodged the direct impact of the Golden Crow Fire, the aftermath still sent him flying, coughing up blood.

But at this moment, the wooden chair had been completely consumed...

"Hahaha... uh?!"

Xuanyuan Yichen’s manic laughter abruptly ceased, as he suddenly sensed an indescribable terrifying power descending from the void.

His body stiffened as if shackled by invisible chains.

The once spirited face instantly twisted, and a piercing pain erupted from the depths of his bones as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his Life Origin.

"This...this is..."

He widened his eyes in horror, watching his hands wither and shrivel at a visible speed, marred with brown spots.

The previously smooth skin quickly became wrinkled like cracked tree bark.

A strand of silver hair fell from his forehead, followed by a second, a third...

In a blink, his entire head of black hair turned snow white.

"No...this is impossible!" Xuanyuan Yichen let out a heart-wrenching scream. "I carry the Royal Dragon Qi, blessed with luck. How could your luck be stronger than mine?"

"Pfft—" A mouthful of dark red Essence Blood spurted out as Xuanyuan Yichen’s body trembled violently, his once upright stature now hunched like a shrimp.

In the next moment, the Yellow Official Paper in his hand spontaneously combusted, turning into a wisp of azure smoke.

And the Yellow Official Pen also broke with a "crack."

The blood-red patterns on the pen shaft writhed and struggled like living things, eventually turning into a pool of foul-smelling blood, dripping through his fingers.