Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times-Chapter 428 - 174: "Chen Qiu from Quzhou, greetings to everyone."_6

Chapter 428: Chapter 174: “Chen Qiu from Quzhou, greetings to everyone.”_6

Among them was this young monk; he remembered the name Kong Ming—a Nascent Soul of the tenth rank that had been listed on the Heavenly Dao Decree. If there was anyone among them who posed the greatest threat to him, it was likely this young monk.

As for the others, they were not worth fearing.

Group fight?

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If it weren’t for the fact that he was only at the fifth layer of Nascent Soul cultivation, which was a bit weak and not yet at the peak of Nascent Soul, he would have suggested they all attack him at once.

In a one-on-one situation, he wasn’t afraid of anyone.

Although a group fight wouldn’t give him much time to replenish his spiritual energy, he had other means at his disposal.

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“…”

The young monk, who had been standing beneath the arena with his eyes tightly closed, flashed a trace of surprise in his eyes when he saw Chen Qiu ascend the stage without any hesitation. He then brought his palms together, lowered his head, and chanted Amitabha but did not step forward to challenge. Instead, he patiently waited.

A momentary lead was meaningless.

Victory lay in standing to the end.

It was then that he seemingly casually glanced at a Nascent Soul cultivator beside him. The cultivator slightly narrowed his eyes and gave an imperceptible nod, indicating understanding.

…

Chen Qiu stood on the stage, his hands resting on the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella, his eyes slightly downcast, remaining motionless as if lost in thought. In reality, he had already scrutinized the entries of the several individuals around him; knowing oneself and the enemy was the key to winning every battle.

The cost of ten thousand meritorious deeds to check an entry once was something he could easily afford.

The young monk’s entry took up a full seventeen lines, far surpassing the average Nascent Soul cultivator.

And it particularly restrained him.

Several entries were extremely effective against those with heavy sins, and his sins were likely the greatest on the Xuantian Continent. If the young monk could exert one hundred percent of his strength against others, he could exert at least two hundred percent against him.

It was troublesome.

So troublesome that… if he didn’t have the Heavenly Gifted Name of “Heavenly Dao Evil Man,” it would indeed be a bit difficult to handle.

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“Heavenly Gifted Name”: Heavenly Dao Evil Man.

“Name Effect”: Ignores all persuasive methods from the Buddhist Sect, Daoist Sects, and alike.

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Unfortunately for them, he had it.

This meant that he completely nullified the young monk’s restraining measures against him.

Just then—

A Nascent Soul Peak cultivator suddenly leaped onto the arena, gazing at Chen Qiu with sincere eyes and said slowly and deliberately, “Quzhou’s Chen Qiu, I’ve long admired your reputation. Your feat of spanning two Great Realms to annihilate the entire Evil Clan has spread across the entire Xuantian Continent.”

“I am also one of your admirers.”

“Today’s battle, I seek neither life nor death, only to exchange blows with you for the honor of boasting in the future.”

After offering a series of compliments, the Nascent Soul Peak cultivator didn’t wait for Chen Qiu to respond before spiritual energy suddenly surged out fiercely, and a covert Divine Sense Attack darted towards Chen Qiu’s sea of consciousness, an insidious gleam and ferocity flitting through the depths of his eyes.

He attacked without pausing and retreated rapidly; countless green droplets floated in the air and in the blink of an eye, shot towards Chen Qiu like sharp needles!

His only aim was to deplete some of Chen Qiu’s spiritual energy, then jump off the stage to complete his mission; if he could injure Chen Qiu, that would be even better. He was sure he couldn’t defeat Chen Qiu; he still had that much self-awareness.

There was no need to defeat Chen Qiu.

He just needed to pave the way for the person behind him. Everyone had their own duty, and his was to pave the way.

The overwhelming green needles enveloped Chen Qiu in an instant, each needle carrying deadly poison!

However, this was just the starting move!

Just as he retreated to the edge of the arena, readying his spiritual energy to initiate his killing move, he suddenly realized that Chen Qiu, holding the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella, was unexpectedly standing beside him, and the arena had been enveloped by a storm without his notice.

He didn’t even have time to react.

Before he knew it, Chen Qiu flicked a Thunder Ball into his mouth.

…

“Boom!!”

Countless Thunder Dragons suddenly exploded on the arena platform, setting off an ear-deafening noise all over the square. Each Thunder Dragon carried an extremely terrifying momentum, hurling about chaotically within the confines of the arena.

Yet, they did not cause even a slight bit of damage to the surface of the arena, and even the protective barrier that had manifested merely rippled gently. Once the tumult of the battle ceased, the barrier once again faded from sight.

This peak Nascent Soul cultivator did not die from this attack; he had only sustained severe injuries and lay gasping on the ground, struggling to rise. Supporting himself with his hands on the ground, he kept retreating towards the edge of the arena, trembling as he pleaded.

“Your Excellency… Your Excellency!”

“Spare my life, didn’t we agree this fight wasn’t to the death? ”

“I no longer pose any threat to you, there’s no need to kill me… is there?”

“Hmm.”

Chen Qiu nonchalantly nodded, then walked to the edge of the platform, grabbing the gasping peak Nascent Soul cultivator and dragging him back to the center of the arena. He then took out a small stool from the Heavenly Dao Ring.

He placed the stool beside the Nascent Soul cultivator, and sat down on it.

Using his foot to pin down the cultivator’s chest, preventing any movement.

Only then did he think to himself, and his Twelve Cycles Nascent Soul appeared in his hand. Looking down at the cultivator lying on the ground, his face twisting with pleas for mercy and fear, Chen Qiu suddenly started to laugh lightly.

“I topped the ‘Heavenly Dao Evil List’ of the Xuantian Continent with 2.9 billion sin points, why would you think I’m easy to talk to?”

“Because I seem kind?”

“Does a kind appearance mean I should be bullied?”

The next moment!

“Bang!”

The Twelve Cycles Nascent Soul was raised high by Chen Qiu, and he ruthlessly smashed it down onto the head of the peak Nascent Soul cultivator. With this single blow!

The cultivator, already at death’s door, now had his head reduced to a pulp, with whatever breath he had left being thoroughly extinguished, while an unconscious, feeble sound emerged from his throat.

“Bang.”

Chen Qiu raised his Twelve Cycles Nascent Soul and targeted the peak Nascent Soul cultivator, fiercely smashing down once more!

Once, twice!

Nine times, ten times!

After exactly twelve strikes, the peak Nascent Soul cultivator no longer had any breath in him, his head shattered like a beheaded Xingtian, brain matter mixing with blood and fragments of skull covering the ground.

At first, with every strike from Chen Qiu, the peak Nascent Soul cultivator’s body would still twitch.

After the third time, there was no movement at all.

Meanwhile, almost every cultivator around was stunned by the scene before them, their throats instinctively constricting as they stared at the No. 1 arena.

…

After the twelfth strike was complete.

Chen Qiu finally let out a sigh of relief, holding the blood-stained Twelve Cycles Nascent Soul in his hand, and slowly stood up in the middle of the platform. He casually glanced at the crowd, revealing a rather gentle smile.

“Excuse me for the display.”

“Quzhou’s Chen Qiu, sending my regards to everyone here.”

At this moment, the Twelve Cycles Nascent Soul in his hand was covered in sticky blood. The blood dripped down the Nascent Soul’s delicate little legs, pitter-pattering onto the ground. This sound, usually inaudible, now echoed significantly in the hearts of every Nascent Soul cultivator present.

The cultivators surrounding the No. 1 arena instinctively took a step back, their breaths halting.

It had been many years.

They had never seen a battle method like this before. After reaching the Nascent Soul stage, such crude and bloody fight strategies had become a rarity. Usually, battles were fought with spells, various methods, entries, and Spiritual Treasures constantly emerging.

How could it be… how could it be…

How could someone use their own Nascent Soul to smash an enemy to death, alive.

To smash them not just to death, but to ensure that the head was pulverized, splattering blood in all directions.