C110 The Aura of an Immortal!

"Bang!"

Qin Buyi was once again hurled through the air, crashing to the ground with a thud.

The Golden Crow approached with an air of nonchalance, as Qin Buyi struggled to rise, leaning heavily on the Killing Saber for support.

With a majestic unfurling of wings, the Golden Crow prepared to launch Qin Buyi into the air once more.

Suddenly, Qin Buyi felt a surge of warmth emanating from the Killing Saber in his grasp.

The saber seemed to fuse with his very bloodline, achieving a profound unity with its wielder at this critical juncture.

His blood-red pupils mirrored the increasingly vivid form of Honglian, who appeared to walk barefoot from the depths of a blood-red sea...

Qin Buyi's ears caught the icy yet faintly tender voice of Honglian: "Surrender control of your body to me, or we both perish."

Relinquishing control, Qin Buyi allowed Honglian to take command of his form.

In that instant, the Golden Crow's strike was a mere centimeter from Qin Buyi's flesh.

"Clang!"

A cruel, cold smirk played upon "Qin Buyi's" lips as he gripped the Killing Saber, bringing it down upon the Golden Crow's wing.

"Chi!"

The blade met wing, slicing through without hindrance, severing the appendage.

"Chirp~!"

With a wing lost, the Golden Crow emitted a grating squawk.

"Qin Buyi" extended his left hand, seizing the Golden Crow by the throat.

The cries ceased abruptly.

"What's unfolding in the arena?"

"Wasn't the challenger Qin Buyi on the brink of death?"

"How does he have the energy to fight back? Can someone make sense of this?"

"I suspect it's his dying breath. They say there's a burst of strength right before death."

"A dying breath that powerful? Look at his presence; it's clearly different from before..."

Once Honglian assumed control, "Qin Buyi" underwent a radical transformation.

Red killing intent, dense and tangible, erupted from him, shrouding his wounds.

His heart, having suffered the gravest damage with a portion claimed by the Golden Crow in battle, was now enveloped by the red aura, staving off further deterioration.

The two gaping wounds in his chest were swiftly plugged by a surge of red killing intent.

One could barely make out the intestines in his abdomen, now shrouded by the same crimson energy.

It was as though he donned a red suit of armor, effectively hiding the damage to his midsection.

The wounds ceased bleeding, and almost instantaneously, Qin Buyi's injuries were tended to by the red killing intent.

The transformation of "Qin Buyi" on the stage caught everyone off guard.

Lie Huo watched his opponent's metamorphosis, his previously slight smirk vanishing.

His eyes widened in terror, as if he had witnessed something utterly world-shaking.

Below the stage, Wang Chengfeng had been thoroughly enjoying the spectacle until "Qin Buyi" underwent his change.

His eyes bulged as he cried out in disbelief, "Impossible... This can't be possible."

Ying Ye's reaction was more subdued; he simply assumed Qin Buyi had used some secret technique to briefly enhance his power.

Ying Ye turned to Wang Chengfeng and inquired, "Dean Wang, what seems to be the matter?"

Wang Chengfeng paid no attention to Ying Ye, his gaze distant as he murmured, "Impossible... This can't be possible!"

Ying Ye, growing impatient with Wang Chengfeng's repetitive mutterings, raised his voice, "Dean Wang, what exactly is the issue? What has caused you such distress?"

That snapped Wang Chengfeng out of his daze. Fear flickered in his eyes as he struggled to swallow, his voice coming out hoarse, "Your Highness, the First Prince, I sense a trace of an immortal's presence emanating from him... from Qin Buyi."

Upon hearing this, Ying Ye's face lit up with intrigue.

He understood all too well the implications of sensing an immortal's aura.

Such a presence could obliterate the entire Ming Dynasty in a mere thought; it demanded the utmost caution.

After a moment, Ying Ye asked cautiously, "Dean Wang, are you certain that what you're sensing from Qin Buyi is the aura of an immortal?"

Wang Chengfeng nodded with difficulty, recounting, "When I broke through to the Mahayana Stage during my travels, I witnessed a battle between two immortals. Merely the residual effects of their clash left me severely injured."

"I am absolutely certain; it's the aura of an immortal that Qin Buyi is exuding."

Ying Ye furrowed his brow and muttered, "We're in trouble now!"

Indeed, they were in deep trouble. Wang Chengfeng had incited Lie Huo to toy with Qin Buyi, aiming to kill him through a torturous death, to let him perish in pain. What he hadn't anticipated was Qin Buyi's formidable background, backed by an immortal no less. Ying Ye now realized he had bitten off more than he could chew.

A deadly feud had been forged, and any misstep could have dire consequences. In the worst-case scenario, the Ming Dynasty could be entirely erased from the Heavenly Desolate Realm. And in the best case, his own status as the First Prince...

Ying Ye couldn't bear to continue the thought; either outcome was more than he could handle.

With a hint of blame in his gaze, Ying Ye said to Wang Chengfeng, "If we had just killed him outright, none of this would have happened."

Wang Chengfeng squirmed under Ying Ye's stare, his voice dry as he replied, "I had no idea the kid had such a powerful backing..."

Ying Ye snorted dismissively, "Hmph, you should never underestimate someone with such divine powers. Weren't you the one who claimed Qin Buyi's inheritance was a fluke?"

"What's your explanation now?"

Wang Chengfeng's face flushed with anger, cursing Ying Ye internally for all he was worth, thinking, "Everything I've done was for you to ascend to the throne, and now suddenly it's all my fault? You didn't object when we talked about killing Qin Buyi, but now that we're in trouble, you're pinning all the blame on me."

Despite his inner tirade, Wang Chengfeng managed a strained smile and said, "Who would've guessed that a person with such a deep background could be so easily swayed by the Third Prince?"

"Look, the situation isn't completely hopeless. If push comes to shove, we can sacrifice the pawn to save the king."

"We'll lay all the blame on Lie Huo. After all, Qin Buyi has already slain two of our senior mentors."

"We'll claim that Lie Huo acted out of vengeance, deliberately inflicting such cruelty."

Ying Ye gave Wang Chengfeng a piercing look and concluded, "It seems we have no other choice."

Inwardly, he sneered, "Hmph, if Lie Huo can't withstand the wrath of the Immortal, don't blame me, the First Prince, for sacrificing you in a game of losing the chariot to protect the general."

Wang Chengfeng felt a chill in his heart. As a millennia-old fox, he was well aware of Ying Ye's thoughts.

Yet, at that moment, he had no better solution. It was he who had instigated the killing of Qin Buyi, so he had no choice but to steel himself for the consequences.

Meanwhile,

Ying Zhi, unable to bear the sight, had long since closed his eyes, refusing to watch the battle in the arena.

Suddenly, Nan Tianlong's voice came from behind, "Young Master, Young Master, look at the arena."

Ying Zhi opened his eyes and inquired, "What's happened?"

Nan Tianlong quickly summarized the recent events on the arena.

Ying Zhi's eyes, which had dimmed, now sparkled with renewed interest as he turned his gaze to the arena.

There, Lie Huo was still unaware that he had been marked for sacrifice.

He remained vigilant, eyes fixed on Qin Buyi, who hadn't moved since being enveloped in the red aura of killing intent.