My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences Chapter 590 - 590 Phoenix Fire! Death Substitution Technique

590 Phoenix Fire! Death Substitution Technique!

The mont his voice faded, the sky beca a canvas of fiery rain, weaving an unyielding net of fire.

Qin Huai appeared unfazed as he let the flas descend upon him. However, as he advanced, he stopped. The engulfing flas around him refused to wane, instead transforming the skies into a forest of fire, with him at its center.

From above, the phoenix twins cast an imperious gaze at their captive. “The phoenix fire is unparalleled,” one of them said. “A re spark can burn for decades.”

“It’s not just eternal,” the other added, “but can elongate one’s life. And it will continue to sear you for the remainder of yours.”

Qin Huai strained against the fiery chains with his potent blood and qi, yet the fire remained steadfast. A realization dawned upon him: his king’s force might just counteract the fire’s force.

Wasting no ti, he amplified his king’s force, which roared to life around him, clashing with the phoenix fire.

Suddenly, a dark, formidable spear thrust through the flaming barrier, its presence chilling Qin Huai to the bone. He swiftly parried with his hand, seizing the weapon.

Outside the fiery fortress stood Bai Shiquan, grinning ominously. “Once again, our paths cross,” he sneered.

The spear’s lethal aura began to seep, trying to invade Qin Huai’s defenses.

But Qin Huai’s composure remained intact, his grip on the spear tightening. Under his overwhelming force, Bai Shiquan was utterly outmatched. Raising the spear and with a swift motion, Qin Huai repelled Bai Shiquan and charged forth, trying to break free from the blazing confinent.

But as he neared the boundary, a vast green barrier stood in his way. Without missing a beat, Qin Huai unleashed a resounding dragon roar, its power so imnse that even the surrounding phoenix fire faltered.

He relentlessly assaulted the green obstruction with a barrage of punches. Muffled thuds echoed, a testant to the sheer force of his blows. Yet, his usually dominating strength seed to be waning.

A combination of the Qilin clan’s mystical formula, the phoenix fire, and the formidable defense of the mountain-like shield had diminished his power. To shatter through completely, he would need more ti than he anticipated.

As he surveyed the area, Qin Huai’s attention was drawn to the waning aura of the Fourth Generation Fairy outside the fiery net. The unexpected resurgence of Bai Shiquan seed intertwined with the machinations of the Nine Supres clan.

Years of combat had honed Qin Huai’s instincts — he could discern even the most subtle irregularities on a battlefield.

“Why would the Nine Supres clan shoulder soone else’s bla?” he mused aloud, all the while warding off Bai Shiquan’s advances and the persistent defenses of the black tortoise clan.

“Indeed, the Nine Supres clan possesses a clandestine art known as the death substitution technique. It’s a life-for-life exchange. However, many of its mbers possess dual lives. Who wouldn’t appreciate an extra life, after all?” the fairy responded, her gaze lingering on Qin Huai, an intent so intense as if she wished to consu him.

“I never imagined the Fourth Generation Fairy would exhibit such altruism,” remarked Qin Huai, sidestepping an onslaught of phoenix fire and, with a series of strikes, shattered Bai Shiquan’s spear.

The fairy chuckled. “This little one isn’t that magnanimous or loyal. I’ve rely found certain loopholes in the spirit world.”

Enlightennt dawned upon Qin Huai. Death within the spirit world wasn’t a genuine death. Leveraging the Nine Supres clan’s death substitution technique held minimal repercussions here, rendering a significant advantage. As for the motivations of the seven imminent kings…

The fairy and Young Master Qi exchanged knowing glances. “We should be able to maintain the balance,” she said. They both realized that even a coalition of the seven wouldn’t be enough against Qin Huai. Their true agenda was biding ti until the activation of the ancestral king bone, a tool they hoped would be effective against Qin Huai.

Boom!

Suddenly, the skies were cleaved by a descending figure. The encompassing net of celestial flas crumbled, revealing a vast rift.

“Weren’t you going to wait for ?” The figure, initially mistaken for a young girl but unmistakably the little emperor, fud. Extricating himself from the molten ground, he noticed Qin Huai’s absence. But, looking up, he saw Qin Huai unfold his Kun Peng wings and ascend with unparalleled speed, evading both the phoenix fire and Young Master Qi’s purifying radiance.

The phoenix twins above mirrored the little emperor’s alarm and imdiately fled. But Qin Huai’s chilling voice stopped them. “Do you truly believe you can escape?”

With a swift motion, he flung out droplets of blood toward the fleeing pair. As they coursed through the air, the droplets transford, shimring gold, and tamorphosed into golden-winged rocs. Imbued with the king’s force, these creatures seed to pulsate with life, majestic and formidable.

Bang!

As he used the collapsing blood technique – golden roc, the two phoenixes were obliterated in an explosive flare. The residual force created a tempestuous wind, rendering it near impossible for onlookers to see.