Chapter 7: The Power of the God and Demon Body
“Qin Zhen, 42 years old, third level of the Crossing Tribulation Realm.”
Qin Zhen finally couldn’t hold back any longer. Let them gossip; it was better than letting it slip that no one in Great Xia could stand up to him, the prince.
Feeling the pressure radiating from Qin Zhen, Hun Tian got serious too.
The opponent had already reached the Crossing Tribulation Realm, which meant he had comprehended a lot, so he couldn’t afford to be careless.
“Please, instruct me!”
Qin Zhen held his sword, suppressing his cultivation to the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
“Please!”
Everyone in the court began to watch the battle intently.
The two fought for dozens of rounds, yet there was no clear victor.
Clearly, both possessed ample combat experience.
“Let’s call it a day!”
Qin Zhen pointed his sword at Hun Tian and spoke calmly. He’d already gauged his opponent’s limits—just an invincible force in the Foundation Establishment Realm. If he could unleash an attack comparable to the Golden Core Realm with his Foundation Establishment Seventh Level, Hun Tian would undoubtedly lose.
And Qin Zhen had that capability.
“This sword is called Baihong! If you can catch it, I’ll admit defeat.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, immense sword intent enveloped Qin Zhen, with sword energy converging into a dazzling white light.
He had comprehended the sword intent and reached a peak level.
Even a real Golden Core cultivator wouldn’t withstand this strike, let alone Hun Tian.
“It’s over.” Huan Ming, witnessing this move, also said.
“What does the Saintess think of this man?”
Mu Zhaoxue nodded.
“Strong, but still not enough to compare with Qin Chen.”
Huan Ming understood; it was simply a matter of preference.
…
Qin Zhen slashed down, and all the princes were poised to cheer, but Hun Tian revealed a strange smile at that moment.
“Roar!”
Hun Tian let out a sudden, furious roar, like a demon beast.
“God and Demon Body, activate!”
In the next moment, a swirl of black energy surrounded Hun Tian, and his figure vanished. Instead, a towering creature, three meters tall with horns and a body as dark as a demon god, took his place.
Baihong accurately struck Hun Tian’s right arm, aiming to sever it. However, under the shrouding black mist, the brilliance of Baihong grew dimmer and dimmer, until the sword energy finally vanished.
A drop of black blood trickled from Hun Tian’s shoulder, then transformed into black mist.
Clearly, Qin Zhen’s blow had injured him, but only to a limited extent.
“It’s actually the God and Demon Body!”
This time, even the Emperor Xia on the throne was somewhat taken aback. He had never anticipated that Hun Tian possessed such a formidable cultivation body.
This God and Demon Body ranked within the top ten in the cultivation realm. It was precisely because the current Demon Emperor had this cultivation body that he had the right to be compared with Emperor Xia, who had grasped the Void Sutra.
It was clear just how impressive the God and Demon Body was.
Unless the people of the Great Xia Dynasty understood the Void Sutra, it was exceedingly challenging to defeat their opponent in the same realm, and even Qin Zhen currently wouldn’t stand a chance.
Although Qin Zhen’s talent was commendable, he still hadn’t understood the Void Sutra.
“God and Demon Body!” Mu Zhaoxue frowned coolly.
Qin Chen merely had prospects of comprehending the Void Sutra but no conclusions yet. Now, however, there was a prodigy from the Holy Demon Dynasty who was comparable to one who had grasped the Void Sutra.
Her heart was already wavering, even considering contacting the Empress to discuss whether to call off this marriage arrangement.
Since she was prepared to make sacrifices for herself, deciding which party to engage with for maximum benefit became her foremost consideration.
“Oh no, Qin Zhen isn’t a match for him; this is going to be trouble.”
A prince near Qin Bei commented.
The opponent had already entered the Immortal Realm; he saw the current situation clearly. Qin Zhen’s most potent strike had failed to defeat Hun Tian, making the chances of victory seem hopeless.
“Am I still pushing it too far?” Qin Zhen sighed while looking at his sword.
Though the sword intent was there, his Foundation Establishment cultivation couldn’t possibly manifest that strike.
Meanwhile, Hun Tian executed it flawlessly. Back and forth they went; it was evident he wasn’t the match.
“I…” Qin Zhen wanted to concede.
He had just mentioned that if Hun Tian caught his attack, he’d admit defeat. Continuing would only be futile.
But before he could finish his thought, Hun Tian charged at him.
“You think you can just surrender after injuring me? Preposterous!”
Hun Tian’s strike was fast, accurate, and fierce. Unprepared, Qin Zhen had no choice but to instinctively cross his sword in front of him.
Hun Tian’s punch came crashing in, and before Qin Zhen could react further, a crisp sound echoed.
Ding~
The long sword shattered upon impact, and Hun Tian’s fist connected solidly with Qin Zhen’s right arm.
Bang!
Qin Zhen was sent flying backward over ten meters, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth, his right arm a bloody mess. If untreated, the hand was toast.
“You!” Qin Zhen fumed. It was clear Hun Tian had ambushed him when he was off guard. The importance of the right arm to a sword cultivator is self-evident.
Hun Tian clearly intended to cripple a genius prince of Great Xia, and he succeeded.
Recovering a right arm destroyed by the God and Demon Body would not only require an abundance of precious materials but, more crucially, a long time.
Time is of the essence for a genius. A misstep, and Qin Zhen might struggle to become a true powerhouse in his lifetime.
Hun Tian merely sneered at Qin Zhen’s wrath, not taking advantage of the situation to continue attacking.
After all, this was Great Xia’s territory. Even with his preparations, he dared not be too reckless.
Crippling one of the opponent’s arms was sufficient.
“Thank you for your guidance!”
Hun Tian’s aura dissipated as he released the God and Demon Body, but its residual might lingered.
“Emperor Xia, when I arrived, my father informed me of the numerous geniuses in the Great Xia Dynasty in recent years. It appears our Holy Demon Dynasty’s intelligence was inaccurate, as the geniuses of Great Xia are nothing special.”
Hun Tian addressed Emperor Xia on the dragon throne, speaking in a calm tone.
Emperor Xia maintained a placid visage, but everyone in attendance knew he was likely seething.
How could the entire Great Xia Dynasty not be livid after a mere child slapped them in the face?
All the princes wore grim expressions. They were not only angry about their pride but also concerned about Qin Zhen’s injuries.
“Brother, are you alright?” Qin Bei rushed over to support an injured Qin Zhen.
Their mothers shared a good relationship, so the two were on decent terms. Naturally, Qin Bei fumed at Qin Zhen’s injuries.
Qin Zhen merely shook his head, saying no more.
He could feel the extent of his injuries; full recovery would certainly take a substantial amount of time.
He never expected that as a top-tier prince, he would encounter such an unfortunate incident.
“Does anyone dare to step up and challenge?” Hun Tian surveyed the numerous princes, a smug smile dancing on his lips.
“Saintess, selecting the marriage partner is crucial; it impacts the future fortune of your Wu Nation. My Holy Demon Dynasty is willing to offer the same conditions for an alliance with Wu Nation. I wonder what the Saintess thinks?” Hun Tian had begun to act somewhat brazenly.
However, Emperor Xia perched on the throne could sense that Hun Tian held a jade pendant, evidently a teleportation token from the Demon Emperor.
It was clear that while Hun Tian was arrogant, he wasn’t without understanding; he remained vigilant against Emperor Xia’s potential wrath.
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