Battle Through the Heavens: Marry Cao Ying, Reward is Devouring Ancestral Symbol

Chapter 337 All I can do is ask you to die!In the distance, Hun Qianmo’s expression changed as he clashed with Old Man Shennong.

His gaze bypassed Old Man Shennong and landed on the figure whose blood energy surged to the heavens, surrounded by the phantoms of eight ancestral talismans, his eyes filled with shock.

A One-Star Dou Sheng suppressing a Five-Star Dou Sheng?

He had lived for nearly ten thousand years and had seen countless geniuses and many prodigies.

But someone like this—

He had never seen.

Even Clan Chief Hun Tiandi could not have achieved this in his youth.

Hun Qianmo’s gaze became profound.

This kid must be brought back to the Hun Clan.

Either brainwash him to make him one of the Hun Clan’s people,

Or control him by using a secret method to leave a brand on his Soul, making him a tool for the Hun Clan.

Whichever way, it would be of immense benefit to the clan’s grand ambition.

As for Old Man Shennong—

He looked at the elderly man leaning on a cane before him, his brow furrowing slightly.

Old Man Shennong’s attacks weren’t fierce enough, but the restorative power of that Living Spirit Flame was simply too strong. No matter how hard he attacked, that emerald-green flame could repair injuries and replenish Dou Qi in the shortest time possible.

If they continued fighting like this, it would take days and nights to determine a victor.

But...

Hun Qianmo glanced at the figure in the distance chasing down Soul Demon Elder, and a cold sneer suddenly curled on his lips.

He still had a trump card.

”Soul Demon, stop stalling.”

He spoke, his voice piercing through the spatial barriers to ring in Soul Demon Elder’s ear.

”Use that.”

Soul Demon Elder was startled, and then a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He abruptly stopped his retreating figure and formed hand seals.

In the next moment, an extremely eerie ripple surged from within his body.

The ripple was silent and soundless, yet it was colder and more overbearing than the previous Soul-Devouring Demonic Sound.

Hun Clan Secret Art: Soul Devouring and Spirit Seizing.

This was the Hun Clan’s top-tier Soul attack secret technique, capable of directly eroding the opponent’s Soul Origin. Once infiltrated, the target would suffer severe Soul damage at best, or be turned into an idiot at worst.

”Kid, so what if your Physical Body is strong?”

Soul Demon Elder said coldly, his voice carrying a hint of smugness.

”My Hun Clan’s methods target the Soul!”

That eerie ripple was like an invisible venomous snake, boring fiercely toward Shen Wen’s Sea of Consciousness.

Shen Wen stood where he was and did not dodge.

The smugness in Soul Demon Elder’s eyes intensified.

However, in the next moment—

That smugness froze on his face.

Because the moment that ripple entered Shen Wen’s Sea of Consciousness, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, vanishing without a trace.

Shen Wen’s Soul was at the Heavenly Realm Great Perfection.

Soul attacks that were enough to heavily injure ordinary Dou Shengs were nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.

But this wasn’t what shocked Soul Demon Elder the most.

What truly terrified him was—

Inside Shen Wen’s body, eight lights lit up simultaneously.

Flame, Ice, Devouring, Space, Darkness, Life and Death—

The phantoms of the eight great ancestral talismans rotated violently behind him, as if enraged by something, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

Immediately after, a pitch-black light surged out from his body.

It was a scythe.

Entirely pitch-black, an eerie light flowed over the blade, as if it could swallow all light.

The dark holy scythe.

The moment the scythe appeared, the attack aimed at Shen Wen’s Soul was forcibly severed. Soul Demon Elder let out a muffled groan, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

Before he could even react, another object flew out from Shen Wen’s body.

It was a Formation Plate.

Ancient and simple, its surface was inscribed with countless profound runes. Those runes lit up simultaneously at this moment, slowly reversing.

qiankun ancient formation disk.

The moment the Formation Plate reversed, an eerie power enveloped the entire battlefield.

Soul Demon Elder only felt the Dou Qi in his body begin to turn chaotic and decompose; those attack methods that had originally taken shape were actually dissipating bit by bit.

”This is—”

His voice was filled with terror.

Just how many trump cards did this kid have?!

Shen Wen gave him no time to think.

He raised the dark holy scythe and slashed out.

The pitch-black blade light sliced through the Void Realm, slashing toward Soul Demon Elder. Wherever the blade light passed, space was easily torn open like fragile paper, revealing a pitch-black void.

Soul Demon Elder’s expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to dodge.

But as soon as he moved, he found himself trapped.

The phantoms of the eight great ancestral talismans lit up simultaneously, eight types of Origin power weaving into a giant net that pinned him firmly in place.

”No—!”

He roared, struggling desperately.

But the power of those eight ancestral talismans was too vast; as a mere Five-Star Dou Sheng, he simply could not break free.

The blade light drew closer and closer.

Just at the moment it was about to strike him—

”Stop!”

A cold shout suddenly exploded.

Shen Wen turned to look.

In the distance, a figure was clutching Xuan Yi’s neck, lifting her into the air.

It was a One-Star Dou Sheng, surrounded by black mist with a sinister face. He looked at Shen Wen, a smug, cold smile curling on his lips.

”Kid, if you move another inch, this woman won’t survive.”

Xuan Yi’s face was pale, blood hung from the corner of her mouth, and her aura was extremely weak.

She looked at Shen Wen, her eyes filled with despair.

”Quick... run...”

Her voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.

Looking at this scene, a cold glint flashed through Shen Wen’s eyes.

He did not speak.

He simply raised his hand.

The dark holy scythe was raised once more.

That blade light did not pause for a second, continuing its slash toward Soul Demon Elder!

”You—!”

The Dou Sheng holding Xuan Yi hostage turned pale and was about to act—

A pitch-black light flashed past in an instant.

The second strike of the dark holy scythe.

It wasn’t aimed at Soul Demon Elder; it was aimed at him.

He didn’t even have time to react before he felt a chill in his right arm.

Then, that arm clutching Xuan Yi’s neck was severed at the shoulder.

Blood gushed out.

He stared blankly at his empty right shoulder, failing to realize what had happened for a moment.

In that very instant—

A silver-gray light lit up around Xuan Yi.

space ancestral talisman.

Gu Treasure Art.

Xuan Yi’s figure vanished from the spot into thin air.

In the next moment, she appeared in Shen Wen’s arms.

Shen Wen looked down at her, a warm light welling from his palm.

That light contained the ultimate vitality; it was the Living Spirit Qi he had comprehended from the Living Spirit Flame.

Vitality surged into Xuan Yi’s body, and her pale face finally regained a hint of color.

But Shen Wen’s brow furrowed tightly.

The vitality in Xuan Yi’s body was too weak.

Those Hun Clan methods hadn’t just injured her Physical Body, they were eroding her Soul. If he had been a moment later...

He looked up, scanning the surrounding Hun Clan Dou Shengs who were closing in.

For the first time, murderous intent appeared in those eyes.

”These guys...”

The white clothes on Xuan Yi’s chest had long been stained with blood, and her breath was as thin as silk as she said, ”Don’t worry about me...”

”Aunt Xuan, I will take you back!”

Shen Wen took a deep breath, looked at Soul Demon Elder, and said coldly, ”I originally wanted you all to test my current strength!”

”But now I’m in a hurry, so I can only ask you all to hurry up and die!!”

Soul Demon Elder was about to mock Shen Wen for overestimating himself, but in the next instant,

A vast aura suddenly expanded within Shen Wen’s body.