However, over the past two years, Qin Tian has completely transford, even able to slay a Holy Blood direct lineage of a higher tier. Looking across the Empire, there is practically no one among the younger generation more formidable than Qin Tian.
"Young master, indeed, your judgnt has never been wrong," Zhuge Yu sighed with emotion, a different color flashing in his eyes when he looked at Qin Tian.
......
Downy snow fell like shards of jade, and the fierce wind whipped ice shards across the ice plain.
Four figures stood proudly amid the wind and snow, their dark robes flapping in the gusts. Beneath their feet, the corpses of demons were piled like mountains, with black blood frozen into ice, intertwined with the white snow to form a striking scene. The intense scent of blood mixed with decay was carried away by the wind and snow, dispersing in all directions.
Shengongsi Yuzuo raised his hand in a virtual grasp, and the ground trembled slightly. Chunks of Ice Elent were peeled from beneath the ice surface, carrying a chilling coldness as they floated toward him.
In just a few monts, hundreds of Ice Elents were neatly suspended in front of him, forming a "constellation" with a faint blue halo.
His gaze swept over them, and with a point of his fingertip, the largest Ice Elent shot into his palm like an arrow leaving the string.
This Ice Elent was crystal clear, seemingly containing a trace of ancient coldness within. Shengongsi Yuzuo rotated his wrist, and a dark gold serpent pattern suddenly appeared on his palm, unleashing a powerful devouring force like a vortex.
The Ice Elent lted visibly in his hand, the blue light seeping along the serpent pattern into his ridians, transforming into pure energy.
At the sa ti, fragnted images surged into his sea of consciousness like a tide—clan mbers clad in Ice Crystal Armor praying at the altar, black rifts tearing open the sky as demons surged forth like a tidal wave, the palace of the Ice God Race collapsing amid roars... These ancient mories were vague and fragnted, weighing heavily on his heart.
After a long while, Shengongsi Yuzuo slowly opened his eyes, contemplation swirling in his deep gaze. He clenched his empty palm tightly, murmuring to himself, "Where is the source of these demons? Why annihilate the Ice God Race..."
"Crack—"
Just then, a faint cracking sound pierced his ears, like the breaking of ice.
Shengongsi Yuzuo’s expression changed abruptly as he reached for his neck, where he wore a piece of warm jade, its texture gentle and warm.
This was the "Blood Kin Jade" given to him by his family before entering the ruins, capable of sensing the life and death of his kin.
Now, spiderweb-like cracks had appeared on the surface of the white jade, and the light point representing Shengongsi Hao Er at its heart was dimming at an alarming rate.
In just the span of a breath, the light point completely extinguished, and the warm jade split with a distinct crack.
Shengongsi Yuzuo’s face instantly turned as cold as ice, exuding a chilling killing intent.
"Yuzuo, what’s wrong?" the purple-clothed woman beside him noticed his unusual expression and asked softly.
"Hao Er is dead." Shengongsi Yuzuo’s voice was icy.
"What?!?" The three companions were all taken aback, their faces full of disbelief.
Shengongsi Hao Er was a Tier Seven Three Stars Holy Blood warrior, with five Golden Bloodline aides. In the entire ruins, besides those few top-tier Holy Blood prodigies, no one could kill him.
Moreover, though Hao Er was proud, he was not foolish and would not actively provoke those strong ones. As for the demons in the ruins, at most, they could entangle him, but self-preservation was well within his grasp.
Shengongsi Yuzuo looked toward the man with dark eye makeup at the corner of his eyes standing beside him.
The man was lean, surrounded by a faintly chilling aura, appearing sinister yet mysterious.
Sensing Yuzuo’s gaze, the man imdiately understood, retrieving a palm-sized bronze mirror from his chest—the mirror surface smooth as ice, its edges carved with intricate patterns.
"Mirror Demon, lock onto Shengongsi Hao Er."
The man slit his palm with a fingertip, letting a drop of essence blood drip onto the mirror surface.
The ancient mirror suddenly burst with silver-white brilliance, and within the light, a phantasm ford entirely of mirror light slowly erged—a Mirror Demon with a shadowy form, features indistinct, only its eyes were two swirling light vortices, exuding an eerie sense of omniscient gaze.
The Mirror Demon bowed to the mirror surface in salute, which then rippled like water, the image gradually clearing: on the snow-covered ice plain, a massive eight-headed serpent lay rigid in the snow, its body lifeless, next to a nacing serpent head, the black blood frozen into ink color on the snow.
Beside the serpent head, a man in black stood with lowered eyes, the Thunder Saber pointing diagonally to the ground, residual purple lightning and black flas flickered around him.
The image was clear enough to discern the man’s features—sword-like brows and starry eyes, a cold, piercing gaze—the very killer of Shengongsi Hao Er!
Yet just at that mont, the man in the mirror seed to sense sothing, his eyes suddenly shooting a sharp gleam, piercing the mirror surface.
"Buzz—"
The bronze mirror trembled violently, the image twisted and blurred, eventually dissipating completely.
"Just now, that was the final form of the eight-headed serpent!" The purple-clothed woman gasped, Shengongsi Hao Er was forced to use his ultimate form, yet still, his head was severed.
"Such keen perception," the Mirror Master gently stroked the ancient mirror, his expression grave, "My Mirror Demon rarely fails in spying. He not only keenly detected it but also shattered the mirror image through space. I’m certain he possesses so level of spatial ability."
"Do you know him?" Another accompanying strong man asked.
The two both slowly shook their heads, and Shengongsi Yuzuo also frowned tightly—he rembered all the information about the Holy Blood direct lineage and top Golden talents, but this face, he had never seen.
Shengongsi Yuzuo’s gaze grew even colder.
Before entering the ruins, the clan elders had specifically instructed him to look after his kin. Though he and Hao Er had little connection, they were, after all, blood relatives.
Now that Hao Er had t a tragic end, how could he face the family without seeking revenge?
"Where is he now? Find him!" He looked at the Mirror Master, his tone carrying an undeniable command.
The Mirror Master imdiately communicated with the Mirror Demon, whose eyes of light vortices spun rapidly, monts later, the mirror surface revealed a faint blue trajectory, pointing southeast of the ice plain.
"Go!" Shengongsi Yuzuo barked coldly, his figure turning into a black shadow, speeding toward the direction indicated by the trajectory.
Amid the wind and snow, four figures shot out like arrows, raising a sky full of snow mist, as a new pursuit quietly unfolded on the vast ice plain.
...
"Qin Tian, what’s wrong?"
Zhuge Yu noticed Qin Tian’s unusual expression and stepped forward to ask.
Qin Tian frowned slightly, "Soone was just spying on us."
Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yu’s eyes flickered with alertness. He had no doubt in Qin Tian’s words, not only out of trust in Qin Tian but also because he had already anticipated the series of troubles and issues that would arise after killing Shengongsi Hao Er.
"This ti, the Shengongsi family ca with five people in total, the most powerful of whom is called Shengongsi Yuzuo, a Tier Seven Seven Stars Spiritualist, with a very pure bloodline, renowned among the younger generation."
Zhuge Yu stated solemnly, "Beside Shengongsi Yuzuo, there is a Mirror Master nad Beitiao Hezi. I suspect, it was him spying on us just now."
"Beitiao Hezi."
Qin Tian’s mind quickly conjured up relevant information about Beitiao Hezi, a Tier Six Eight Stars Spiritualist, with a bloodline known as the Mirror Realm, which leans more towards reconnaissance but also possesses so combat ability.
"This bloodline is interesting."
Qin Tian showed a look of interest. Besides the Holy Blood talents earlier, he had also obtained five Orange Talent Spheres, two related to flas, two were the Onmyoji talent, and one was the Swordsman talent.
But to be honest, these talents did not greatly attract him. His talents were already nurous: lightning, fire, darkness, constitution, reconnaissance, burst...
At this stage, the increase in talents would hardly have a substantial impact on his combat ability.
The saying goes, ’Biting off more than one can chew,’ hence his focus should be on enhancing existing talents, elevating more to the Holy Blood level.
However, he did have ideas regarding the "Mirror Realm" talent.
Qin Tian looked up at Zhuge Yu, who was also watching him, and their eyes t, subsequently sharing a mutual knowing smile.
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