Battle Through the Heavens: Emperor's Son Xiao Yan

Chapter 59 Divine Soul Blood Spear

At this moment, Yao Ling stared at the Yin-Yang Twin Flames with a slightly burning gaze, while also looking at Xiao Yan with a hint of wariness.

The few Dou Huang experts were almost all taken down by Xiao Yan with a single punch, clearly showing that Xiao Yan's strength was far more terrifying than Yao Ling had imagined.

After the external enemies were eliminated, internal conflicts arose.

There is only one Yin-Yang Twin Flames, so who will it belong to?

"Cousin, why are you looking at me like that? Have you been captivated by my powerful charm?" Xiao Yan stared at Yao Ling's pretty face with a smile.

"Pah, you're shameless enough," Yao Ling said coldly.

However, when she saw the strong, masculine physique hidden beneath Xiao Yan's black robes, under the influence of the strange power of the ruins, she couldn't help but blush.

"You look so good!" Xiao Yan praised sincerely.

The spirit of medicine did not answer him, but stared at the altar in front of him and said, "Now, we should begin to break the seal."

The ancient altar is divided into yin and yang, and in the center of the altar, two fish, one black and one white, are swimming slowly.

Strangely, the black fish were burning with white flames, while the white fish were burning with black flames.

Outside the altar, there is an invisible membrane that blocks the way; if you touch it, you will be bounced back.

"According to the report, this membrane only works when soul power strikes it; it has no effect on battle qi or physical body."

Xiao Yan clenched his fist and slammed it hard onto the membrane with a punch that was comparable to the full force of a Dou Zong.

However, the thin film remained completely still.

When he used his soul power to strike, the originally indestructible membrane suddenly began to fluctuate.

"Based on my guess, the defensive power of this membrane is at most equivalent to a high-grade seventh rank. If the two of us join forces and use our soul skills to attack it, we will definitely have a chance to tear this membrane apart." Xiao Yan said, while looking around.

"What are you looking at?" Yao Ling frowned.

If we break through this membrane later, the aura of the Yin-Yang Twin Flames will surely attract more powerful individuals. You should know that there are quite a few alchemists who have entered this ruin.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, let's start with some deterrence.

As Xiao Yan spoke, he picked up the corpses of several Dou Huangs and hung them on a long-dried ancient tree nearby.

These corpses were beaten to death by his physical strength. Most of them died in gruesome ways, some with blood and flesh mangled, some with deformed bones, and the worst one had half of its head knocked off by Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan used ropes to hang the corpses of these Dou Huangs on the ancient tree. A gust of wind blew by, and the corpses on the tree swayed in the wind like wind chimes.

However, these wind chimes possess an indescribable eeriness and terror.

Seeing this scene, Yao Ling gained a clearer understanding of Xiao Yan's ruthlessness.

"Once we break this seal, you won't hang me on a tree like they did, will you?" Yao Ling glanced at Xiao Yan warily.

"How could I?" Xiao Yan smiled and shook his head. "I'd cherish a girl as beautiful as you more than I could ever want to do something so cruel as to destroy a flower."

"You'd better be telling the truth!" Yao Ling glanced at him, took a deep breath, and then said in a low voice, "If this seal is broken, who will get the Yin-Yang Twin Flames?"

After pondering for a moment, Xiao Yan said, "Since the Yin Yang Evil Saint left it here, it means he must have made deeper preparations."

Looking at the strength of the protective shield, it would probably take five to ten ordinary seventh-grade alchemists to break the seal, but the ultimate owner of the strange fire is only one person.

After breaking the seal, he will surely choose a true successor. At that time, you and I will each have our own destiny.

"If this strange fire is indeed not meant for me, then so be it."

He was speaking the truth at that moment; having obtained the Yin-Yang Twin Flames, he would probably also receive the inheritance of the Yin-Yang Evil Saint.

For the safety of his successor, Yin Yang Evil Saint would probably drive everyone else out of the inheritance area, and even Xiao Yan wasn't sure if he could gain the Yin Yang Evil Saint's favor.

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After all, the status of the Xiao Clan's imperial son carries little weight in front of a Dou Sheng powerhouse who has been dead for a thousand years.

Upon hearing this, Yao Ling finally nodded and said, "That's for the best. In that case, let's get started."

"Okay." Xiao Yan nodded.

The next moment, an equally powerful soul force erupted from his body, causing even the spirit of medicine to tremble.

Mid-level seventh-grade soul power.

An incredulous look appeared in Yao Ling's eyes.

Soul power is incredibly difficult to cultivate. Even she, nurtured with ancient secret techniques and various resources from the medicinal clan, only reached the seventh rank at the age of fifteen.

The boy before her had already reached the middle level of the seventh rank at the age of fifteen. This was the first time that Yao Ling, whose soul power had always been superior to his peers, had encountered someone even more outstanding than himself.

"I should break through to the eighth rank as soon as I return to my clan," Yao Ling thought to herself.

"Let's do it." Ignoring Yao Ling's gaze, Xiao Yan took the lead in activating his soul power, transforming it into blades. Finally, the soul blades converged and began to spin wildly.

"Soul-Shattering Cone!" Xiao Yan shouted, and his immense soul power slammed into the invisible membrane like a high-speed rotating electric drill.

If this blow had struck the sinister youth from before, it would likely have severely injured him in a single blow.

The Medicine Clan possesses methods of soul cultivation and soul skills, so how could the Xiao Clan not have them? After all, the most skilled in soul techniques back then were not the Medicine Clan, but the Soul Clan.

Later, during the earth-shattering war between the two races, with Xiao Xuan's successful breakthrough, the once mysterious Soul Clan disappeared into the long river of history, leaving behind only the Soul Clan's thousand-year-old heritage.

Most of these inheritances were naturally acquired by the Xiao clan.

The soul drill slammed into the membrane. In the eyes of the two powerful alchemists, the surface of the membrane was already rippling violently, seemingly at risk of being broken.

"That's not enough!" Xiao Yan's face flushed slightly as he glanced at Yao Ling and said, "Aren't you going to come and help?"

"I understand." Yao Ling recovered from her surprise at Xiao Yan, and her soul power, which was much stronger than Xiao Yan's, once again gathered into a long spear, which fiercely pierced the invisible barrier.

"Boom!" Two powerful soul forces simultaneously struck the membrane, causing the already rippled membrane to shake even more violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.

However, despite the two bombarding it dozens of times, the membrane, which seemed incredibly fragile each time, remained unbroken.

"Damn it, it seems we're still a little short!" Xiao Yan's face was grim. This membrane seemed fragile, but in reality, it was something that even the two of them working together couldn't break.

Looking at the thin membrane that was always just a little short of being broken, Yao Ling hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind.

She put her long, jade-like fingers into her mouth and bit down hard, causing blood to flow from her fingertips.

The soul power once again coalesced into a long spear. Yao Ling flicked his finger, and a string of blood beads fell into the soul spear.

A strange thing happened: the originally invisible soul spear quickly gained color under the staining of her blood, transforming into a blood-red spear.

"Divine Soul Blood Spear, go!"

With a soft shout, Yao Ling unleashed a terrifying soul force from a crimson spear that sent chills down Xiao Yan's spine, slamming it against the already shaky membrane.

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