Chapter 581 - 581 Destroying the Six Clans
581 Destroying the Six Clans
At least with this identity, the others would not cause trouble in East Qingzhou.
“Hmph,” the girl scoffed, not quite believing Qin Huai’s confident declaration. She scrutinized his wings closely, her eyebrows furrowing as she moved closer. “Your markings… pureblood! A pure-blooded Kun Peng! No wonder… but wait, your aura doesn’t seem that dense.”
The little girl’s surprise was evident. Her mind reeled with confusion, but she had entirely verified Qin Huai’s identity as a Kun Peng. The purported dragon qi was likely just a diversion. What a sly character.
“Indeed, the daughter of a prince possesses such a profound knowledge that she can even discern the wings of a pure-blooded Kun Peng,” Qin Huai commended, clicking his tongue. The knowledge held by these large sect disciples dwarfed that of ordinary folks in countless states, let alone their prowess in martial arts.
“Let’s move to the next location,” Qin Huai said firmly. Time was not on his side, and he could not afford to linger.
“Onward! Our next destination is the white tiger clan!”
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“Ding! Your spirit bone fusion rate +1%!”
“Ding! Your spirit bone fusion rate +1%!”
“Ding! Your spirit bone fusion rate +1%!”
“Ding! Your spirit bone fusion rate +1%!”
At the base of the white tiger clan, Qin Huai sat with his eyes slightly closed, feeling the spiritual energy from the sky flood into his body. Scattered around him were elder members of the white tiger clan, on the brink of death, embedded in the ground or trapped in broken wood, a pitiful sight.
“Don’t underestimate them,” the little girl warned. “The younger generation of the white tiger clan has a leader named Bai Shiquan. He has completed the pureblood transformation, and his strength surpasses that of ordinary future king tiers. The most powerful individual in the white tiger clan’s spirit bone level should be him. However, he’s been recuperating recently because he was one of the six clans and three sects that Uncle Dragon Emperor had killed in the previous level.”
“Really?” Qin Huai was intrigued. He wanted to gauge the difference between the purebloods of the six clans and his seven-patterned bones. He also wanted to assess how much his combat abilities had improved.
“He’s here!” the little girl shouted, pointing to a tall figure emerging from the nearby forest.
Qin Huai felt a surge of surprise. This was the same person he had slain at the Golden Spirit Temple.
“Lately, it seems like…prodigies are becoming worthless? Monsters are popping up everywhere,” Bai Shiquan muttered.
Invoking the tiger pattern bone strengthening technique, he roared, his body rapidly expanding. An overwhelming killing intent loomed overhead, and a colossal white tiger phantom sprang from his body, reaching Qin Huai in a split second.
The vegetation in its path wilted instantly, and the earth and rocks cracked and flew in all directions. Cracks rapidly spread across the uprooted ground.
Qin Huai’s wings fluttered, producing a sound akin to a divine drum, and a white light flashed in the air. The gigantic white tiger paused, its body suddenly shattering. The once formidable white tiger instantly crumbled, with its shadows flooding the vicinity.
The next moment, a real white tiger descended from the sky, its cold eyes glowing with a white light, and its killing intent piercing the sky like a sharp arrow. Before the claws even arrived, the killing intent formed a cage, trapping Qin Huai’s bones.
Qin Huai glided over the invisible barrier, flapped his wings again, and soared into the sky. Sparks flew and feathers scattered. After clashing for more than ten rounds, man and tiger finally separated.
“Kun Peng wings? No, the aura isn’t strong enough,” the tiger, surprisingly conversant in human speech, said. The sound was thunderous, causing Qin Huai’s wings to tremble.
Qin Huai remained silent. The eight royal clans didn’t possess superior or inferior bloodlines. Upon reaching pureblood status, the opponent’s strength was quite akin to his, using the power of the Kun Peng.
When comparing pureblood and seven-patterned bones, the match seemed even, or perhaps he was slightly less powerful. The enemy’s strength could be attributed to their ancestral relics or items that synchronized well with their bloodline and race, like the white tiger clan favoring rare treasures or spirits of killing intent to cultivate fiendish demon bones. These could only be nurtured on battlefields — the larger and crueler the battlefield, the better.
Therefore, the white tiger clan often instigated massacres and was regarded as the most violent clan in the Great You. In the end, his lack of perfect compatibility to unleash a technique’s maximum power was evident, yet it lent an element of unpredictability to his strategies, making him harder to anticipate.
“Such a stark difference,” Qin Huai muttered, caught in a reverie.
“Hahaha… It appears you’re aware,” Bai Shiquan responded, “You’re strong, but under my king’s force, all your strength will reduce to mere flesh and blood. It is the instinctive reverence and worship of flesh and blood toward a king!”
Bai Shiquan had naturally noticed Qin Huai’s trembling wings.
“Indeed,” Qin Huai admitted, before suddenly appearing before Bai Shiquan, his silver hair floating in the air, surrounded by white light. Behind him, the ground cracked open, and rocks erupted into the air.
Boom!
This display of tremendous power caused Bai Shiquan’s pupils to contract. An overwhelming aura of royalty emerged from his body, instantly suppressing the white tiger force that surged from Bai Shiquan.
In the clash of the two powers, white waves rippled in the air. Without the restraint of the king’s force, Qin Huai’s power burst forth once more. With the augmentation of his dragon king form, his strength ascended to a whole new level.
Boom!
With just one punch, Bai Shiquan could hear his bones shattering, and his giant paw gradually paralyzed. This familiar feeling of violence allowed him a glimpse of the dragon emperor’s face.
“Who are you?” Bai Shiquan demanded in shock and fury.
Qin Huai did not respond, instead following up with a barrage of punches, reducing Bai Shiquan’s body to spiritual energy that slowly infused into his body.
“Ding! The current spirit bone fusion rate is at 9%!”
As the energy vanished, the little girl, hands on her hips, surveyed the damaged white tiger base. “Another one down. Let’s move to the next,” she declared with growing enthusiasm.
Along the way, Qin Huai inquired about the Uncle Dragon Emperor’s specific achievements, strategies, and interactions with the six clans and three sects. “So if we run into each other, I’ll have a way to deal with it.”
When he saw Bai Shiquan, he had made a bold assumption. Could it be that the Uncle Dragon Emperor that many were seeking was him? Upon reflection, history only recorded a few capable of defeating the six clans and three sects single-handedly. Having two in one generation didn’t make sense.
“Uncle Dragon Emperor made his name by decimating the six clans and three sects at the Golden Spirit Temple in the spirit blood level. Having obtained the invincible Vajra blood, his combat prowess has risen another notch. That’s why I hesitate to say whether you can fight him or not… After all, Uncle Dragon Emperor handled them with ease back then!” she explained.
“I see,” Qin Huai mused, feeling a bitter laugh rise in his chest. It turned out that the enemy he had anticipated was none other than himself.
Over the following days, Qin Huai used the same tactics, easily obliterating all the encampments of the phoenix clan, Qilin clan, black tortoise clan, and Nine Supremes clan. Be they elders or elites, anyone who entered the spirit bone level would fall to Qin Huai.
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Meanwhile, at the six clans’ headquarters, the elders and sect masters seethed with anger and resentment, all high-ranking figures who stormed aggressively toward the imperial capital’s Qing Cang Palace…