He never thought he would have such a humbling day, but compared to his life, what did this humiliation matter?
As long as he could leave here alive, everything he suffered today, he would get back tenfold sooner or later—of course, these thoughts were only dared to be hidden deep in his heart, not daring to reveal even a trace in his eyes.
Qin Tian watched him with a cold curve at the corner of his mouth, seeing this pathetic, wagging look.
He stood up slowly, looking down at Yan Song, who was like a stray dog on the ground, his gaze lingering for a mont on the Red Ruby Ring he was wearing.
The wind swept across the plain, picking up a few pieces of withered yellow grass and landing in Yan Song’s sweat-drenched hair. He held his breath, staring intently at Qin Tian’s toes, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest.
At that mont, he suddenly felt the weakness within him recede like a tide, and the spiritual energy returned to his control.
But now, he dared not act rashly. After the previous strike, his body was a tangled ss, with most of his bones broken and muscles torn. Even with the return of spiritual energy, he couldn’t contend with Qin Tian.
Right now, the only thing he could count on was the Heaven-Burning Purgatory.
"Heaven Burning, help kill him, and I’m willing to offer you five thousand high-grade fla spirit stones, no, ten thousand!" Yan Song poured his spiritual power into the ring, urgently communicating.
The ruby on the ring flickered slightly, as if responding.
Hope ignited in Yan Song’s eyes as he stared at the ring, anticipating it to transform into the almighty hand cannon and blast Qin Tian into pieces.
However, what happened the next second stunned both Yan Song and Qin Tian.
The Red Ruby Ring suddenly slipped off Yan Song’s finger, transford into a red light, and flew straight toward Qin Tian as if it had a life of its own.
Qin Tian instinctively raised his hand, but the ring slipped perfectly onto his index finger, fitting as if it was ant to be his. The ruby sparkled in the sunlight, radiating a gentle warmth that harmonized perfectly with Qin Tian’s presence.
Qin Tian paused for a mont, looking down at the ring on his finger, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He could clearly sense a pure fla power circulating between the ring and his spiritual veins, as if there was so mysterious connection between the two.
Yan Song was even more dumbfounded, his eyes filled with disbelief. He blinked hard, questioning whether he was hallucinating due to his severe injuries.
That was the Heaven-Burning Purgatory he had "offered" for years, how could it suddenly recognize Qin Tian as its master?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
"No... Heaven-Burning Purgatory, co back!" Yan Song roared, reaching out with a trembling hand to grab the ring back. But as soon as he made a move, he was tornted by severe pain within his body, collapsing to the ground, able only to watch helplessly as his divine weapon shone on another’s finger.
Qin Tian returned to his senses, feeling the strange power within the ring, the corner of his mouth lifting into a aningful smile.
He looked at Yan Song, amusent in his gaze: "It seems even your weapon feels there’s no future with you."
Yan Song’s face turned ashen in an instant, and a wave of despair surged in his heart. His spiritual energy couldn’t support his body, and his only hope had betrayed him, leaving him utterly in despair.
Qin Tian gazed down at Yan Song’s pathetic state, chuckling lightly as he suddenly understood why villains in dramas always prattled endlessly when the protagonist was cornered, showing an arrogant and overbearing look, because... it was really satisfying.
Seeing the once insufferable Yan Song now howling in despair like a stray dog before him, that sense of control indeed brought a strange delight bubbling within him.
But he understood the principle that villains die from talking too much.
He gave Yan Song no more chances, his gaze sharp, his right palm gathering faint black energy, and without hesitation, he struck the top of Yan Song’s head.
Soul Devourer!
"Pfft—"
Crimson mists of blood spurted from Yan Song’s seven orifices, his body convulsed violently, his eyes filled with terror and despair. He wanted to scream but couldn’t make a sound, only feeling a powerful force invading his mind, tearing at his soul.
Yan Song’s soul was like being gripped by an invisible giant hand, forcibly yanked from his body, and it emitted a silent scream in the air.
The transparent soul body was covered in cracks, being gradually torn into pieces under the effect of Soul Devourer.
The fragnts fluttered like snowflakes towards Qin Tian’s brow, rging into his mind.
Scenes from Yan Song’s mories flashed before Qin Tian: the pampered monts of his childhood within the family, the pride of his first awakening of the Golden Bloodline, the fury from being mocked by clan mbers in his decline, the scheming for the battlegroup leader position, and the coldness when he considered the First Battalion and the Third Battalion as discards...
These mory fragnts rged with Qin Tian’s own, giving him a deeper understanding of Yan Song and the Golden Clan.
And Yan Song’s vitality, along with his soul being devoured, was rapidly fading.
His skin shriveled and turned ashen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his chest, which was slightly heaving, completely stopped breathing.
Finally, Yan Song’s eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, filled with lingering resentnt and despair, staring at the empty sky as if questioning why fate was so unfair.
But he would never receive any answers.
Qin Tian slowly withdrew his palm, looking at the lifeless Yan Song on the ground, his face expressionless.
Soul Devourer not only granted him Yan Song’s mories but also absorbed a portion of his soul power, making his spiritual power more refined.
He raised his hand to look at the Heaven-Burning Purgatory on his finger, the ruby on the ring flickering, as if whispering for its forr master’s demise.
Swoosh
An orange light orb flew toward him, rging into his body.
Qin Tian looked at it; it was the Golden Level bloodline talent of Yan Family—the Scarlet Refining Soul Fla.
A Golden Level talent couldn’t be missed.
However, every Golden Level talent has distinct characteristics, easily recognizable by others. Therefore, Qin Tian couldn’t directly rge the talent with his body.
He glanced at all the talents in the recycle bin, deciding to pick out dozens of fire-related talents and rge them with the Scarlet Refining Soul Fla.
During the fusion process, the characteristics of most fire talents were hard to retain, but this mixed-up new talent was bound to be unique in the world, perhaps even bringing him new surprises.
With a system prompt, Qin Tian confird the fusion.
In the next mont, the orange light orb of the Scarlet Refining Soul Fla floated in the sea of consciousness like a block of orange paint awaiting blending.
Suddenly, dozens of light balls of white, green, blue, and purple surged in, like a spilled palette. Each colored light mass collided into the orange light ball, churning and intertwining.
As the fusion deepened, the variegated color blocks gradually blurred and settled, the fringes of mixed colors slowly being engulfed by the core orange light. When the last trace of purple disappeared, the light ball had transford into an entirely orange-red sphere.
[Na] Devouring Soul Fla (Orange)
[Type] Composite Talent
[Description] Devouring Soul Fla is refined from dozens of fla-type talents, a pure fla force focused on devouring and soul burning. It can devour fla energy to strengthen itself and burn souls with soul fire, exceedingly aggressive.
1. World Burn Devourer: Can devour all fla-form energies it contacts, whether spiritual fire, foreign fire, or demon fla, they can be forcibly absorbed, enhancing its fla power. During the devouring process, the fla will automatically strip away impurities, retaining only the purest fire essence, which will seep into the user’s body, tempering it with fire.
2. Symbiotic Fla Soul: Fuse the soul fire origin settled in the fla into one’s own soul, entering a period of "Fla Master" state. In this state, the Fla Master’s strength undergoes an explosive increase, physical attributes significantly enhanced, with fla damage increased by 300%.
3. Soul-Devouring Bone Burn: Devouring Soul Fla entwines the target like parasitic vines, continuously inflicting burning damage on the flesh and soul, hard to remove by ordinary ans. When the fla burns on the target for more than five seconds, the soul fla will penetrate the soul core, causing irreversible damage to the soul at 1%-5% of its strength per second, potentially sending the target into a "Soul Collapse" state.
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