"I'm rather curious as well," Qinchuan said, standing sideways in midair, his voice indifferent.
"There's a barrier specifically against your Ghost Race between the Underworld and the Divine Wilderness Continent. How did you manage to break through it and co to this Little Spirit Mountain?"
"Why should I tell you?" the old ghost tribesman glared at Lingxu and Qinchuan with an unpleasant face, speaking disdainfully.
"How about this, you tell how you broke through the barrier, and I'll tell you how I recognized your identity? An exchange of information, it's fair," Qinchuan seriously proposed.
"Hmph, the delusions of a fool. Since you're not willing to speak, I'm not going to press you. There are ways to get information straight from your mind," the ghost tribesman responded coldly.
Qinchuan certainly understood the aning behind the elder's words.
He wanted to use his Soul techniques, employing the Soul-Searching Secret Art to probe Qinchuan's Soul.
"Heh, the feeling is mutual, young master here thinks the sa. If you won't co clean willingly, I have my thods to make you speak," Qinchuan said, his eyes piercing, as he stood his ground.
"Court death!" The ghost tribesman's expression turned fierce, a sharp killing intent flashing in his eyes.
His eyes were dark as lamps, radiating dazzling ghostly Qi. He waved his sleeves, reaching out to grab Qinchuan.
Beneath the black robe, barely visible bones surfaced as he employed his powerful Ghost Techniques, intending to directly capture Qinchuan.
"Watch out, Benefactor Qin!" Lingxu cried out in alarm, alerting everyone.
At the sa ti, his body shimred with Buddhist light, ready to intercept the ghost tribesman.
However, at that mont, Qinchuan's Dharma Aspect solidified, his forehead splitting open and the Asura Emperor Soul rose behind him.
The massive Dharma Aspect of the Asura Emperor Soul exuded terrifying Asura killing intent, with substantial blood-red killing intent swirling around, continuously enveloping the surrounding ghostly Qi.
"What… what is this? Is this really his Soul?" Although he recognized it at a glance as Qinchuan's Soul, he couldn't believe it.
How could a cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm have such a powerful Soul?
When this Emperor Soul appeared, its eyes ablaze with red Flas, it looked down from on high at the ghost tribesman, reminding him of the ancient deities passed down in his tribe.
Even as powerful as he was, he couldn't help but shudder, his rushing body coming to a sudden halt.
Lingxu also steadied himself, looking at Qinchuan in shock.
"Condense!"
Qinchuan commanded. The arms of the Dharma Aspect behind him moved, casting a Spell.
This Spell glowed with an eerie light and sacred Soul runes ford into a blood-colored chain that shot towards the opponent at great speed.
"Whoosh!"
The Blood Chain moved so quickly, it resembled a Divine Rainbow. One mont, it was in the hands of Qinchuan's Dharma Aspect; the next, it had already wrapped around the ghost tribesman several tis.
The Blood Chain bound his Soul, paralyzing not just his Physical Body but also his Soul.
"Who... who are you? How can your Soul be so strong?" The ghost tribesman asked in horror, finally coming to his senses.
"It seems you haven't quite understood the situation you're in. At this mont, with a re thought from this young master, your Soul could burst instantly.
So, you're not in a position to ask questions," Qinchuan looked askance at him, saying indifferently.
"Now, when this young master asks you sothing, you answer honestly, unless you'd like to try so other thods."
"What… what do you want to know?" The elder's expression changed several tis before he finally asked through gritted teeth.
Now that he was the fish on the chopping block, he had no choice but to submit.
"First, answer the question I just asked, how did you break through the barrier and co to this small world?"
Qinchuan said.
The old mber of the Ghost Race remained silent. After a long while, he finally spoke, "Co closer, I will only tell you."
"The Ghost Race is cunning, be careful of their tricks." Ling Xu, now aware of the other's identity and recalling the Ghost Race described in the Buddhist Scriptures, cautioned Qinchuan.
"No matter, they can't harm this young noble." Qinchuan walked proudly, directly approaching the old mber of the Ghost Race.
"Co even closer." The old Ghost Race mber said.
Qinchuan sneered repeatedly, yet he didn't hesitate at all, continuing to move closer to the old Ghost Race mber.
Just as Qinchuan was half a foot away, the old man's face twisted into a hideous expression, "Die!"
Imdiately after, his third eye burst open, with his soul within swelling incessantly.
He actually wanted to explode his soul.
"Hmph, I haven't allowed you to die yet, so how could you die?"
Qinchuan had already seen through the opponent's intention and his expression turned cold as a thought crossed his mind.
Suddenly, a series of scarlet runes erged on the Blood Chain, flashing with a bloody Divine Rainbow, sinking into the opponent's soul.
Instantly, the opponent's expanding soul deflated once more.
He wanted to explode, but in the end, Qinchuan forcibly suppressed it.
"You..."
The heart of the Ghost Race powerhouse chilled. What kind of technique was this that could even suppress soul explosion?
At that mont, his soul was utterly shattered.
"It seems I'll have to do it myself." Qinchuan shrugged his shoulders.
Having said that, he pointed his finger at the opponent's forehead, and his powerful Emperor Soul surged out, flowing into the opponent's sea of consciousness.
Qinchuan didn't choose to forcibly conduct a Soul Search because this was a Spiritual Form; it would surely have Prohibitions implanted by the main body. If it were subjected to a violent soul search, it would result in another irreversible self-destruction.
This kind of Prohibition self-destruction was sothing Qinchuan couldn't stop.
He first extracted the soul from the sea of consciousness, then with his powerful Asura Emperor Soul, he started to intrude the True Spirit within the opponent, wanting to forcibly strip away the Prohibitions planted within.
Qinchuan's soul was far more powerful than the one who had implanted the Prohibitions, and he was capable of stripping them from the True Spirit of the opponent, though the process was slightly cumberso.
The old Ghost Race mber seed to realize what Qinchuan planned.
His face kept changing, first turning bright red, then pale.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! Please don't strip my Prohibitions!"
This process of stripping the Prohibitions caused unprecedented pain to his soul, as if a myriad of Divine Swords kept slashing on his soul, followed by healing with the utmost Divine dicine, and then slashing again. Within a few short breaths, his soul endured unbearable agony.
He could no longer bear it and decided to speak.
"We... we accidentally discovered a crack at the edge of the Underworld. We passed through the crack and arrived here," the frightened old Ghost Race mber said with a trembling voice.
"A crack that leads to this small world? Where is this crack?"
Qinchuan was shocked. He had thought these mbers of the Ghost Race had co from the barrier of the Divine Wilderness Continent, but they had actually arrived directly in the small spiritual mountain world.
"After we... we crossed over here, the crack closed on its own and is now untraceable," the old Ghost Race mber quickly responded without daring to conceal anything.
"How many of you crossed through the crack and entered this world?" Qinchuan asked again.
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