Chapter 450: then translation of title

Are you injured?

The bloodstain on Qilin Changlan's cheek was noticed by more than one person.

Yunhe not only calmly blocked Qilin Changlan's storm-like attack, but even counterattacked, causing some damage to the opponent?

This left everyone astonished, yet it also gave rise to a notion that even they themselves found somewhat absurd.

Perhaps Yunhe could actually stand against Qilin Changlan head-on, who knows?

It's not that they overlooked the cultivation base gap between a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator and a late Fourth Level sea clan; rather, they realized that if Yunhe couldn't stop Qilin Changlan today, at least half of them might suffer heavily.

And at least now, Yunhe has shown them a glimmer of hope.

However, Yunhe did not feel pleased because of this; instead, he furrowed his brows.

"Such a strong physique—is this the sea clan's physical prowess?"

Although the sea clan and humans look quite similar, externally only the cheeks and ears show any difference.

Sea clan cultivators of the same realm generally possess far stronger physiques than human cultivators.

He raised his hand and threw.

Even the raindrops falling from the sky, each drop and each streak, elongated into water beads like countless tiny spears tens to hundreds of times smaller—sharp, pointed, extremely lethal.

And as he turned his palm, a true black-colored long spear appeared in his hand.

Suddenly.

Actually, Yunhe had already sensed this to some extent when he first learned of the technique from the pearl.

But through the brief exchange just now with Qilin Changlan, Yunhe discovered that not only is Qilin Changlan's cultivation base and mana formidable, his physique is even far stronger than that of the Heavenly Sea Spirit Turtle!

Although it hasn't reached the level of a mid-Fourth Level demon beast, it's not far off.

"The probing ends here."

A spear, a top-tier Fourth Level upper-grade magic treasure!

As soon as the spear appeared, the water flow around Qilin Changlan suddenly became fierce.

He knew that the true clash was only just beginning.

"Is this the true power of a late Fourth Level sea clan?"

At the same time, Yunhe gradually understood why sea clan cultivators favor using spears.

Hum—

At this moment, the spiritual energy within a radius of nearly a thousand li seemed to be suddenly drained!

"Go!"

For some reason, he faintly felt that Qilin Changlan's cultivation technique shares certain commonalities with demon clan techniques.

Otherwise, his earlier strike, even if partially neutralized by Qilin Changlan's secret technique and mana, shouldn't have merely scratched his cheek.

Just.

Although the previous spear was strong, it was merely a manifestation of water flow and mana; the "Black Flood Dragon Spear" now in his hand is his true magic treasure.

Yunhe suddenly became curious about Qilin Changlan's cultivation technique.

At this moment.

Five five-elements heavenly thunder swords flew out simultaneously, accompanied by a long cry of the phoenix-like bird, radiant and colorful.

Being wounded by Yunhe, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, is not exactly glorious for him either.

Yunhe's face was taut, his divine sense extended, his mind highly focused.

Yunhe held the Demon-Resisting Armor in one hand and encircled the five flying swords with the other, taking a slight breath.

Of course, the difference is also obvious, yet there must necessarily be a connection.

If we say the strength of the Abyss clan cultivators lies in their unique divine sense and the secret divine-sense techniques they inherit, then what sets the sea clan apart from human cultivators is their physique!

Qilin Changlan let out a fierce shout, and the black flood dragon spear in his hand thrust forward violently; all the water flow, rain, even air currents and spiritual energy seemed to stab out under his command.

The five-elements heavenly thunder swords burst with a "bang," scattering into endless sword threads that swirled in the air.

Qilin Changlan exhaled, lightly wiped away the bloodstain on his cheek, and his expression turned grim.

Even.

Immediately after.

Flying swords are indeed formidable, but human cultivators mostly wield them with agility, focusing more on mana, sword intent, and sword qi.

Yunhe also quickly withdrew his curiosity about Qilin Changlan's technique; facing Qilin Changlan, he was no longer as relaxed as at the start.

Indeed, it is not something a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator or a mid-Fourth Level demon beast can match.

Although spears also emphasize "intent," they can unleash the sea clan's formidable physical strength, making them more suitable weapons for the sea clan.

Wanting to obtain Qilin Changlan's cultivation technique from him is certainly no easy task.

However, the technique cultivated by the pearl is not high-ranking among the sea clan's inherited techniques, and it applies only to the sea clan, so after Yunhe simply learned a few secret arts, he did not delve deeper.

But in fact, the sea clan, as a race completely different from humans, differs in more ways than just superficial appearance.

Moreover, it's not merely physical differences; differences in techniques, inheritance, and focus create even greater disparities.

He hadn't felt such great pressure for a long time.

Qilin Changlan's whole body shuddered, and a surge like a raging tide burst forth from his body, making his physique seem to swell slightly.

A sword formation condensed, with the five elements' power flowing through it.

The next second.

Those five-elements sword threads again resembled the vast stars spreading across the horizon, faintly visible, as if all the heavenly stars were fully revealed!

Twelve Capitals Five-Elements Heavenly Stars Sword Formation!

This is the sword formation Yunhe forged by using the Formless Sword Array as a bridge, combining the Five-Elements Sword Array and the Twelve Capitals Heavenly Stars Grand Array; its mighty momentum is not inferior to Qilin Changlan's myriad spear-like might.

Although Qilin Changlan is not skilled in formations, as a late Fourth Level sea clan cultivator, his eyesight is naturally keen.

He immediately felt the extraordinariness of this sword formation.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom boom!!

Countless water droplets and endless sword threads intertwined and slaughtered each other in the air.

The terrifying roar and the spreading shockwaves were enough to make the Yuan Ying cultivators inside the Ice Immortal Pavilion tremble with fear.

They could hardly imagine what they would face if they were caught in the middle of those two terrifying forces.

It's probably just a moment, and they would be ground to powder.

Even more unimaginable, Yunhe actually fought Qilin Changlan to a standstill?

Old Devil Yun actually truly possesses the ability to directly oppose a late Fourth Level Sea Clan?

Doesn't that mean?

"The title of 'Number One Below Great Cultivator' can already be taken off?"

Because the ability Yunhe displayed at this moment can completely rival a late-stage Yuan Ying Great Cultivator.

"Old Devil Yun, I admit your strength is far greater than I imagined, and you truly deserve the title of 'Number One Below Great Cultivator'."

Feeling the oppressive pressure from the sword formation, Qilin Changlan said in a deep voice.

"But even so, 'Below Great Cultivator' will always be below Great Cultivator! And the abilities of my Sea Clan are absolutely not something your human Yuan Ying cultivators can fathom!"

His words fell.

In the surging water behind Qilin Changlan, pairs of scarlet eyes emerged.

Looking closely, one could see that they were actually sea beasts with varied ferocious faces!

That group of sea beasts howled, roared, and struggled as they lunged toward Qilin Changlan.

And they merged with him into one!

The next moment, every inch of Qilin Changlan's skin began to flicker with strange azure patterns.

He exerted force, gripped his long spear, and thrust out a spear-flower resembling a sea beast.

"Roar!!"

That sea beast with a fish body and four limbs actually seemed substantive, piercing through layers of spear rain and sword threads, charging straight at Yunhe.

Afterward, Qilin Changlan leapt into the air and slammed down his spear; the massive shockwave intertwined with the water flow to form a huge long spear, and he himself leapt, stepping on that sea beast to rush toward Yunhe.

Sea Clan cultivators have strong physiques, and Qilin Changlan, with the strange patterns appearing on his body, pushed his physique to the extreme.

With such a physique, possessing great power and secret arts yet not utilizing them would be a terrible waste.

One could completely regard Qilin Changlan at this moment as a dual cultivator of law and body; although Yunhe's body is not weak either, compared to Qilin Changlan it is hardly different from an ordinary cultivator.

Once caught in close quarters, the consequences are easy to imagine.

Qilin Changlan gave a cold smile, while waving his spear to dispel the intersecting sword threads, and in an instant crossed the thousand-zhang distance between them, arriving near Yunhe.

Seeing that one more step would allow him to strike Yunhe.

And that step, for them, is not even worth a moment.

Qilin Changlan's arms tensed, and he thrust his spear.

Yunhe sank his face, raised his arm, and the Demon-Subduing Armor swiftly protected his whole body.

Bang!!

Sparks exploded outward.

The spear struck the Demon-Subduing Armor head-on, blasting the armor together with Yunhe flying away.

"A weak body is your humans' greatest weakness!"

Qilin Changlan mocked while closing in again.

"Your treasure is not bad."

"But those who benefit from a treasure are certainly not only you humans!"

In the howling gusts, Yunhe's divine sense could catch Qilin Changlan's approaching figure again, as well as the spear he drew.

In a brief strike, Yunhe once again updated his understanding of Qilin Changlan's physical strength.

If Qilin Changlan closes in again, Yunhe would probably suffer greatly.

Thus, at this very moment, Yunhe, while raising his Demon-Subduing Armor again, gathered his divine sense toward Qilin Changlan.

"Immortal-Seeking Divine Grant!"

Boom!

In an instant.

The spear-wielding Qilin Changlan only felt a force fiercely smash his head.

His movement also froze briefly at this moment.

"Pfft!"

Yunhe's back suddenly unfurled a pair of snow-white wings.

Whoosh——

In the vibration, a clump of snow-white frost drifted out.

At first just a small clump, but with the appearance of frost, in an instant the skies within tens of miles burst forth with a vast expanse of brilliant crystalline snow.

This wind was chilling to the bone.

The pouring rain instantly turned into crystal-clear ice beads, and the water currents driven by Qilin Changlan condensed into a huge ice crystal, even including the sea beast beneath his feet that was wholly formed from water.

Even that piercing cold snow instantly spread beneath Qilin Changlan's feet, accompanied by a 'crack-crack' sound, covering everything below his legs with frost.

At the same time.

Yunhe grasped and released with one hand, a seal talisman flew out, the myriad flying sword threads intertwined with threads of cold air, attacking from behind Qilin Changlan.

Countless sword threads spiraled in a helical shape, eventually forming a huge hoof.

Wrapped in rolling, heavy earth qi!

The previous second.

Still, Qilin Changlan relied on his powerful physique, preparing to use this to close in and forcibly suppress, even kill, Yunhe.

Moreover, it seemed he could easily accomplish that.

But the next second.

The situation changed in an instant, he first froze in an inexplicable motion, immediately Yunhe, using his ice wind double wings, instantly opened distance, at the same time the frost power froze the surroundings, dissipating the water force entangled in the sword formation, causing the sword formation to surge from behind toward Qilin Changlan's back.

"Huh?!"

However, Qilin Changlan's stiffness lasted only a brief moment, and he quickly regained his senses.

Upon sensing the surrounding situation and circumstances, his expression drastically changed, and for the first time a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

Only then did Qilin Changlan finally sense a hint of danger.

But he, worthy of being a Fourth Level late-stage sea clan elder, quickly calmed down, steadied himself, and immediately sprang into action.

Only saw his wrist shake, the tip of the mysterious black flood dragon spear swept past his feet, the sea beast condensed into ice crystals suddenly shattered, and along with it, the frost clinging to his calf.

Although the bone-chilling cold had already invaded his body, forcing his speed to slow, he still had enough confidence to resolve it.

He immediately turned, thrusting his spear forward to meet the huge kirin hoof flying toward him, and the terrifying earth-attributal mana entwined upon it.

"You truly have the strength to rival a Fourth Level late-stage, but if that's all."

Qilin Changlan remained confident in his strength, and while meeting the attack he did not forget to speak.

However.

He hadn't finished speaking when his words got stuck in his throat again.

Simply because Yunhe's face showed a smile, and his eyes flickered with five-colored brilliance.

His divine sense surged forth again.

"Seeking Immortal Falling Divine Bestowal!"

He naturally knew that a single divine sense attack was insufficient to render Qilin Changlan helpless, so after one divine sense attack he quickly followed up with another strike.

This was also because Yunhe's judgment of sea clan cultivators took effect.

Sea clan cultivators' physiques are indeed strong, but in terms of divine sense they are far inferior to the Abyss Clan, and somewhat inferior to human cultivators; his divine sense attack, even a Nascent Soul late-stage great cultivator would suffer if caught off guard, let alone Qilin Changlan.

This time, Qilin Changlan recovered from the Seeking Immortal Falling Divine Bestowal more quickly.

But at their level, even a brief moment of loss of consciousness results in extremely severe consequences.

When his eyes regained clarity, the huge hoof formed from countless sword threads had already arrived close by.

No way to dodge, no way to evade.

In the hurried moment, Qilin Changlan could only raise his arms and the black flood dragon spear in front of him.

Clatter—

The hoof and sword threads, in an instant, pierced through Qilin Changlan's body.

In a daze, Qilin Changlan felt as if death was approaching.

In an instant, the countless sword threads dissipated.

Upon Qilin Changlan's body suspended in midair, a 'bang' burst forth a gorgeous blood blossom!

(End of chapter)