Chapter 763: Chapter 763

Compared to the ebony sword, it was the Two-Headed Hou that posed a far greater threat.

There was no time to retrieve his life-bound spiritual sword.

The young man’s expression darkened. Without hesitation, he urged the golden ring forward, sending it hurtling straight at the Two-Headed Hou.

The golden ring swept sideways, its momentum no less than that of a raging storm as it plunged into the vortex.

A rapid series of metallic clashes echoed from within the tempest. Countless wind blades shattered upon contact, unable to break through the golden ring’s defense. A beam of golden light surged through the storm like an unstoppable spear, piercing it clean through.

After tearing the storm apart, the golden ring quickly arced back.

By then, the ebony sword had already arrived. Just as the young man was about to dart forward to retrieve the golden ring, the ebony sword abruptly changed direction, diving straight for his wrist.

In that instant, the young man realized Qin Sang’s intent. The jade bangle was his only anti-poison treasure and the sole vulnerability his opponent could exploit. Naturally, he had been on guard and would never let his enemy succeed.

True essence surged from his body as divine light erupted from his battle armor, shielding the jade bangle tightly. His figure shot backward.

The golden ring came whirling back, but failed to intercept in time. It buzzed loudly and released a series of phantom images.

In that critical moment, the ebony sword was enveloped by several golden ring phantoms.

Sharp popping sounds followed one after another as the ebony sword shattered phantom after phantom. Though its momentum remained fierce, its sword light had noticeably dimmed.

More ring phantoms struck again. The ebony sword slowed down drastically. It struggled with all its might, yet appeared like a trapped fish, growing weaker the more it resisted.

Suddenly, the ebony sword froze in place. A burst of blood-red light splashed out violently.

The smile that had just crept onto the young man's face froze. He stared blankly at the jade bangle.

The divine light shielding it had been completely ineffective. The blood-red light pierced it effortlessly.

The bangle, now touched by the blood-red light, lost its luster at an alarming rate. Within moments, it turned deathly pale. The protective azure glow surrounding the young man flickered wildly before it shattered completely.

A crisp crack sounded as the bangle broke cleanly in two and fell to the ground.

This bangle, forged from an extremely rare spiritual material, was a specialized artifact used solely to counter the Purple Mist, but it lacked formidable power. Once contaminated by the Blood Defilement Divine Light, it was destroyed on the spot.

When the broken bangle struck the ground, the clear sound echoed in the young man's heart like a thunderclap.

His protective barrier shattered. The Purple Mist surged in. Snapped back to reality, the young man hastily poured all his true essence into resisting the toxic fog.

His face twisted in fury as he glared at Qin Sang with murderous rage.

"You dare destroy my bangle? You deserve to die!"

His voice was shrill with hatred, and his expression had completely distorted.

That bangle had been his most vital treasure. In the deadly terrain of the Purple Mist End, it was nearly impossible to move without it. He would now have to constantly fend off the poisonous mist, and his combat strength would plummet.

If the bangle hadn’t required constant activation as an artifact, he would have long stored it inside his dantian for safekeeping.

But he had never expected something like the Blood Defilement Divine Light to exist—a sinister method capable of directly attacking the core of an artifact, rendering all external protective light useless.

The ebony sword flew back to Qin Sang.

With its task completed, Qin Sang returned the sword to his primordial spirit and summoned the Yan Luo Banners of Ten Directions. Upon hearing the young man’s furious roar, he sneered and said, "Let’s see who’s the one dying today..." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel※fire.net

Halfway through his sentence, Qin Sang’s expression changed slightly. He abruptly launched the Yan Luo Banners of Ten Directions forward.

The ghostly banners unfurled and arranged itself into an array. Qin Sang and the Two-Headed Hou immediately retreated into its protection.

A moment later, a beam of golden light streaked toward them. Had Qin Sang hesitated for even a moment, it would have struck him squarely. Its target had clearly been his sleeve.

The young man’s intent was obvious. As long as the silkworm was killed, the tide would turn again. Without it, Qin Sang would once more face the threat of the poisonous mist alone.

So even after losing the jade bangle, the young man’s first instinct was not to flee, but to go all out and strike Qin Sang, hoping to seize the last opportunity.

Qin Sang had already exhausted most of his strength. It had taken the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman, Sword Qi Thunderclap, and Sword Light Division to create that single opportunity and destroy the jade bangle. There was no way he would allow himself to repeat the same danger.

Remaining highly vigilant, he noticed the young man’s sudden movement and immediately took refuge within the Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions.

The golden ring, still brimming with terrifying force, collided violently with the banners.

The banners shuddered repeatedly from the impact.

In an instant, the surroundings seemed to transform into a ghostly netherworld, shrouded in dense yin qi. The golden ring and the Yan Luo Banners of Ten Directions, both middle-grade astras, locked into a fierce stalemate.

With the Two-Headed Hou assisting from the side, the pressure on the golden ring grew, and it was faintly suppressed.

Qin Sang immediately sensed a change. The young man’s strength had clearly diminished compared to earlier. It was evident that the poisonous mist was beginning to take its toll.

Qin Sang remained calm and composed. His fingers moved swiftly through a series of hand seals, causing the Yan Luo Banners of Ten Directions to tremble. From within the banner, the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells surged forth and converged into a blazing torrent that rushed toward the golden ring.

However, just as the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells emerged, Qin Sang suddenly sensed something strange and unexplainable.

This strange sensation had occurred only once before.

Back on Cold Flame Island, when he had first come into contact with the cold mist emitted by the Dongming Cold Flame.

But this time, the sensation was even more intense. It surged up with a sense of urgency, as if something was eagerly calling out.

What stunned Qin Sang most was that the source of this reaction lay deep within the Purple Mist End.

He had never expected the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells to stir here. Is there a hidden spiritual fire buried within the depths of the Purple Mist End?

On Cold Flame Island, the reaction had been triggered because the cold mist was a direct manifestation of the Dongming Cold Flame itself.

Could it be that the Purple Mist here is also related to a spiritual fire?

Any fire capable of stirring the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells was certainly no ordinary fire. It might even be on the same level as the Dongming Cold Flame.

Back then, Cold Flame Island had attracted hordes of demonic beasts, and was eventually seized by both a Transformation Realm great demon and the island master of Huntian Island. Qin Sang had racked his brain to steal just a single wisp of the flame.

Even that one wisp, once refined into a Flame Orb, had become his greatest trump card.

Now, sensing the abnormal stirrings of the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells, Qin Sang’s heart burned with excitement.

This time, the spiritual fire was hidden deep within the Purple Mist End, with no one else around to compete for it. If he could find it, he might be able to refine several Flame Orbs at the very least, and if he could tame it outright, that would be even better.

After all, the Dongming Cold Flame was a force even the Huntian Island's master and a great demon feared!

His only concern was that the flame’s exact location was unknown, and it might be hidden deep in the core of the Purple Mist End. If that were the case, the toxicity would reach terrifying levels, and he wasn’t sure if the silkworm could withstand it.

Still, Qin Sang quickly reminded himself that this was not the time to be distracted. He forcefully suppressed the unrest in the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells and commanded them to strike at the golden ring.

To deal with the young man, Qin Sang had even burned his only chance to use the Blood Defilement Divine Light.

If he merely forced the young man to retreat, that would not satisfy him.

Now that the young man had shown murderous intent, Qin Sang saw no reason to let him leave alive. He was not the type to show mercy.

The young man’s attacks, while fierce on the surface, would not last long. The threat of the poisonous mist would only grow stronger. If he failed to kill Qin Sang quickly, his only option would be to flee. Escaping the range of the poisonous mist was the only hope he had left for survival.