Chapter 384: The Might of the Divine Spear: Piercing the Nascent Soul

"He Pingsheng, you are indeed strong!"

"But you know nothing of the power of a Nascent Soul!"

"Today, you will surely die!"

The ancient ancestor Ruokai stood in the void, his face solemn and cautious as never before.

He waved his hand, and without any magic treasure, an invisible force descended from the heavens.

Before the magic power could even coalesce, another wave of killing intent fell upon the void.

A flash of golden light appeared beneath He Pingsheng's feet, and his shoes instantly unleashed fivefold speed.

Yet!

In Ruokai's eyes, this was merely the desperate thrashing of a dying man.

"Die…" Ruokai's cautious expression suddenly broke into a smile: "Divine Art: Ten Thousand Mountains, Flying Snow!"

Boom…

The next instant, the thousand-zhang void around him transformed into a world of flying snow.

He Pingsheng struggled to take a step.

Though his shoes could unleash fivefold speed, for some reason, something seemed to pull at him, binding him to the spot.

Swoosh…

Amid the endless snowflakes, one flake suddenly shot toward him at high speed.

This snowflake was no ordinary one—it was the size of a palm, moving with extreme velocity, bristling with sharp, piercing force.

He Pingsheng did not dare delay; he waved his hand and summoned the 【Golden Shield】 once more.

Ding…

A blue-white snowflake sliced diagonally and struck the Golden Shield with full force.

It did not break through—but the snowflake embedded itself directly into the black surface of the Golden Shield.

"Swoosh…"

"Swoosh swoosh…"

The next instant, two more such snowflakes flew toward He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng swung his three-zhang-wide black shield and easily caught both snowflakes.

Yet, at that moment, four more snowflakes flew in.

Then eight!

Sixteen!

Thirty-two!

Snowflakes multiplied endlessly, each one a sharp, lethal weapon.

And each carried formidable offensive power.

If this continued to accumulate, He Pingsheng would have no way to evade.

"Bang…" Finally, after enduring the assault of these thirty-two snowflakes, his Golden Shield shattered outright.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh…

From all directions, another wave of sixty-four snowflakes surged toward him.

They came from every angle, enveloping He Pingsheng from all sides.

He Pingsheng felt he stood at the brink of life and death.

The best course now was to teleport away and evade this attack.

That would conserve the most strength.

Hmm…

That's what I'll do.

He Pingsheng stirred his spiritual sense, ready to draw upon the spatial laws around him.

But the next instant, he realized he was immobilized.

He could not teleport!

The 【Ten Thousand Mountains, Flying Snow】 divine art carried a thread of spatial law that disrupted spatial movement.

At this moment, He Pingsheng could not teleport, could not move, and had no time to activate the 【Ancient Xuan Cauldron】.

He could only watch helplessly as the sixty-four snowflakes struck him all at once.

Boom…

A powerful defense activated.

The Seven-Clasp Sharp Metal Armor triggered.

Energy from all seven clasps erupted simultaneously, barely blocking the attack.

He Pingsheng did not dare slacken; the next instant, he crushed the fourth-rank talisman in his hand: Heavenly Fire Condensed Armor.

A crimson spherical defense enveloped him.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh…

At that moment, another wave of snowflakes struck.

This time, one hundred twenty-eight snowflakes surged from every direction.

This attack was fiercer than the last.

He Pingsheng paid no heed.

He trusted that the fourth-rank Heavenly Fire Condensed Armor would withstand this assault.

Meanwhile, he frantically consumed 【Ice Plain Divine Dew】.

One, two, three, four…

The clasps of the Seven-Clasp Sharp Metal Armor ignited one by one again.

Bang bang bang…

Countless snowflakes struck the crimson membrane of the Heavenly Fire Condensed Armor—but the membrane did not break.

At that moment, the cold wind and flying snow around him vanished entirely.

The sky returned to bright, clear sunlight.

Ruokai's divine art had ended.

"Still alive?" Ruokai was nearly mad.

He had unleashed his strongest divine art—and it was over!

And he still lived.

How was this possible?

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator of the same realm would be stripped to the bone in my divine art!

Was it a fourth-rank defensive talisman?

And of supreme quality!

"Damn… damn…" Ruokai was truly panicked now, for that divine art had drained over half his magic power; though his dantian was not empty, only one-third remained.

"Ruokai…"

"Now… it's my turn!"

A thousand zhang away, He Pingsheng, filled with rage, waved his hand and summoned a spear, a zhang in length.

"Slash…"

Boom! The spear in He Pingsheng's hand elongated to twenty zhang, then surged forward with unmatched momentum, piercing straight toward Ruokai.

Along its dark shaft, purple runes burned and flared, releasing a torrent of spear intent that engulfed the thousand-zhang space.

Five Elements Unified!

Supreme Spear Intent!

The Shangpin Sacred Artifact, Tianque Divine Spear, carried its own battle intent!

This strike was no weaker than Ruokai's earlier 【Ten Thousand Mountains, Flying Snow】.

And like that technique, this spear thrust contained all the spear intent He Pingsheng had cultivated over the years, and resonated with the spatial laws of heaven and earth—thus disrupting space itself.

At this moment, Ruokai could no longer open space to teleport.

He Pingsheng, wielding the massive divine spear, became a streak of light.

A black light.

This streak pierced the void like a black meteor, hurtling toward Ruokai.

Ruokai failed to teleport; he had no time to summon a magic treasure, and could only hastily gather spiritual power to form an ice mountain.

Yet!

The next instant, the black spear tip struck the ice mountain—and the mountain shattered like fragile paper, cleaved open by the Tianque Divine Spear.

Then the massive divine spear suddenly shrank to one zhang, and with He Pingsheng riding it, lunged forward.

Puch…

The spear's piercing intent pierced through the Nascent Soul!

Before He Pingsheng's eyes, a splash of crimson bloomed.

It was Ruokai's blood.

Puch!

The divine spear pierced through Ruokai's chest at blinding speed.

He Pingsheng moved faster, stepping ahead of Ruokai's ancestral elder and snatching the divine spear just as it was about to slip free, then yanking it outward with force.

The black divine spear pierced through Ruokai's body.

It still trembled.

A tiny ice-blue glass infant, no bigger than a palm, suddenly shot out from Ruokai's body and vanished downward toward Ruokai Mountain with a swift hiss.

Glass infant.

That is, a cultivator's Nascent Soul.

Once separated from its host, this entity can still survive independently; if it finds a suitable vessel in time to perform soul usurpation, it may yet have a chance at rebirth.