Invincible Soul Emperor

Chapter 974: Chapter 974: No Match for Ye Qingchen

Although Ah San’s Demonic Qi was powerful, as time went on, he gradually felt himself reaching his limits.

Every move he used consumed a huge amount of his stamina and focus, while Ye Qingchen’s offensive grew ever more ferocious.

Their fight kept escalating, and the scenery around them was undergoing drastic changes under this fierce battle.

Ye Qingchen’s Longsword swept through his hand, its edge wreathed in the light of the wood element, every strike as swift and violent as thunder.

Ah San’s Demonic Qi was like endless darkness, surging without stop, trying to devour Ye Qingchen’s power.

But Ah San gradually felt his strength being drained, the density of his Demonic Qi no longer as deep and heavy as at the beginning.

The trees around them toppled one after another in their violent clash; branches were severed, trunks split open by Sword Qi and Demonic Qi, while countless cracks and pits appeared across the ground.

The once emerald forest was now in shambles, withered leaves scattered across the earth, the air thick with a pungent stench of blood and the chill of Demonic Qi.

Ye Qingchen keenly caught the signs of Ah San’s exhaustion, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

His offensive grew even more ruthless; the Longsword carved out streak after streak of sword shadows in the air, the power of the wood element surging toward Ah San like a tidal wave.

Every sword carried intense vitality and power, driving Ah San back step by step.

Ah San’s movements began to slow, and the speed at which his Demonic Qi gathered visibly decreased.

His face turned pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his breathing becoming fast and erratic.

He forced his Demonic Qi to circulate within his body, trying to withstand Ye Qingchen’s onslaught, but he was already clearly overmatched.

Ye Qingchen let out a cold snort, the Longsword in his hand flaring with an even more dazzling light as the wood element’s power rapidly intensified.

His Swordsmanship grew sharper and more vicious, every strike brimming with inexhaustible vitality and strength, aimed straight at Ah San’s vital points.

Ah San frantically flung out Demonic Qi, trying to block Ye Qingchen’s attacks, but he could no longer cope.

”Ah San, your Demonic Qi is no longer enough to support your arrogance.” Ye Qingchen said icily, the Longsword whipping about in his hand, carrying boundless killing intent and power.

Ah San roared, his Demonic Qi rapidly circulating within, trying to explode with one last burst of strength.

But Ye Qingchen’s offensive was as fierce as a raging storm, the Longsword drawing out streak after streak of sword shadows in the air as it pressed in on Ah San.

Ah San felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, his body involuntarily retreating as his Demonic Qi defenses grew thinner and thinner.

Ye Qingchen seized on Ah San’s opening, his figure flashing like lightning as he closed the distance.

His Longsword traced a graceful arc through the air, striking straight for Ah San’s vital spot.

Ah San swung his Demonic Qi desperately, trying to fend off Ye Qingchen’s attack, but Ye Qingchen’s sword edge was terrifyingly swift, shattering his defenses in an instant and stabbing into his shoulder.

Blood sprayed out, Ah San let out a scream of agony, his body driven back several steps by the shock of the Sword Qi.

Ye Qingchen gave Ah San no chance to catch his breath; the Longsword danced rapidly in his hand, the wood element’s power surging forth like a mighty river.

His offensive grew even more savage, every sword carrying boundless vitality and strength, once again targeting Ah San’s vital points.

Ah San’s face turned ever paler, his movements slowing bit by bit, the power of his Demonic Qi already unable to match Ye Qingchen.

The scenery around them grew more barren and desolate under their intense battle.

The forest that had once teemed with life was now in ruins, trees toppled, ground split open, the air thick with the heavy scent of blood and the icy chill of Demonic Qi.

Ye Qingchen and Ah San’s battle unfolded amid this wasteland, every clash laden with immense power and killing intent.

A trace of despair flickered in Ah San’s eyes; he knew he could no longer stand against Ye Qingchen.

But madness and savagery still filled his gaze; he drove his Demonic Qi to the limit, trying to launch one last counterattack.

Yet Ye Qingchen’s offensive was like a violent storm, the Longsword sweeping out streak after streak of sword shadows, rapidly closing in on Ah San.

”Ye Qingchen, don’t even think about defeating me!” Ah San roared, Demonic Qi rapidly condensing around him, carrying endless killing intent and power as it shot toward Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen let out a cold laugh, the Longsword in his hand shining with an even more blinding light as the wood element’s power surged anew.

His figure flashed in like lightning, the Longsword thrusting straight at Ah San’s throat.

Ah San swung his Demonic Qi desperately, trying to block Ye Qingchen’s attack, but Ye Qingchen’s sword edge was brutally fast, breaking through his defenses in an instant and stabbing into his chest.

Blood spurted wildly, Ah San let out a shrill scream as his body collapsed helplessly to the ground. Ye Qingchen’s gaze remained calm and resolute; he gave the Longsword a slight twist, flicking the blood from its blade.

He turned quickly, checking on Xiao Xiao’s condition, confirming that she hadn’t suffered further injury.

”Xiao Xiao, are you alright?” Ye Qingchen asked, concern in his voice.

Xiao Xiao nodded, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes. ”Thank you, Young Master, I’m fine.”

Ye Qingchen lightly patted Xiao Xiao’s shoulder, then turned his gaze back to Ah San, who lay on the ground.

He knew this battle was not yet truly over; he had to completely eliminate Ah San to ensure their safety.

Ye Qingchen slowly walked up to the wailing, fallen Ah San, his eyes austere, filled with authority and killing intent.

Ah San’s whole body was drenched in blood, the wound on his chest continuously gushing, staining his black clothes red.

His face was as pale as paper, his breathing rapid and chaotic, his forehead slick with cold sweat.

Though madness still flickered in his eyes, his weakness and pain left him utterly unable to move.

On the ground, Ah San’s fingers clawed feebly at the dirt, trying to push himself up, but every attempt was futile, ending in another anguished groan.

The Demonic Qi around him gradually dispersed, weak and powerless, no longer able to form any effective defense.

The once vicious Demonic Qi was now like tattered fog, slowly fading into the air.

Ye Qingchen stood before Ah San, the Longsword in his hand trembling faintly, its edge still glowing with the light of the wood element.

He looked down at Ah San, a trace of cruelty and scrutiny in his eyes, and asked in a cold tone, ”What is your purpose in coming here? You should know my strength—you wouldn’t be stupid enough to come here just to die, would you?”

Pain and despair flashed in Ah San’s eyes, but he still forced himself to hold on, a twisted grin appearing on his face. ”Ye Qingchen... don’t even think about getting any information out of me... I’ll die before I tell you anything...”

Ye Qingchen snorted coldly, the Longsword shifting slightly as its edge traced a cold gleam through the air, pressing against Ah San’s throat.

Ah San felt a crushing sense of oppression, a flicker of fear in his eyes, but he still clenched his teeth, struggling desperately against the terror in his heart.

”Ah San, your life is in my hands now. Stop making meaningless resistance.” Ye Qingchen’s tone was harsh and unyielding. ”If you don’t talk, I can make your death far more painful.”