I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 1036: Chapter 659: Slaying Holy Blood Again

Within the cave, golden light intertwined with thunder, casting the silhouettes of four opposing figures.

Qin Tian stood before the three, the Black Frost Saber pointing obliquely at the ground, its blade wrapped with purple-gold lightning like serpentine spirits, emitting a buzzing sound.

Around him, the Thunder Domain quietly unfolded, countless tiny arcs leaping around him, turning the air into a faint blue halo, making him appear like the Thunder God descending to the world.

His gaze calmly swept over the three.

There was no killing intent, no anger, not even any noticeable emotional fluctuation in that gaze—just calm, so calm it was like a pool of dead water.

Yet it was this very calm that caused the three facing him to feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

Ossar’s forehead was soaked with fine beads of sweat, Feili’s fingers unconsciously tightened around her dagger, and even Saral, this Tier Eight Holy Blood Asura, felt a slight oppression.

How is this possible?

Saral was utterly astonished internally.

He is a Tier Eight Holy Blood Asura, while Qin Tian opposite him is merely a Tier Seven Spiritualist, and not of Holy Blood lineage.

He knew Qin Tian was different from the usual non-Holy Blood.

This guy had the feat of slaying Holy Blood of the same tier, had the heroic act of venturing alone into the Subspace for a rescue, but regardless of how extraordinary Qin Tian’s talent might be, dominating at the same tier was already astonishing enough; how could he pose a threat to someone an entire tier higher?

Yet, that instant of oppression was undeniably real.

Recalling just now, Qin Tian not only blocked his blade imbued with Tier Eight’s full force head-on, but almost with physical body countered the combined full strikes from Ossar and Feili, leaving only a few white imprints on him.

Such terrifying physical strength, even the Beastman Royal Family famed for their physique might not achieve, right?

What kind of monster is this guy?

"You two be careful." Saral’s tone was grave.

"Understood."

Ossar and Feili nodded simultaneously, their gazes growing solemn.

The scene just now was more than enough to dispel any trace of disdain they harbored.

A person who can withstand a Tier Seven Holy Blood’s full-force strike with their body is definitely not someone they can handle.

"Boom——"

Qin Tian did not give them more time.

The Thunder Domain suddenly expanded, countless purple-gold bolts of lightning striking down from the Void like the world’s ultimate punishment, illuminating the entire cave as bright as daylight.

Each lightning bolt contained bone-chilling Power of Evil Extermination, crashing onto the ground, exploding the hard rocks into numerous charred deep pits.

Ossar and Feili hurriedly activated the Spirit Shield, wrapping it tightly around them.

The lightning struck the shield, emitting a dull explosion, the surface rippling—though it wasn’t pierced, the numbing sensation penetrating through caused them to knit their brows tightly.

Immediately thereafter, Qin Tian moved.

Lightning burst from beneath his feet, his figure vanished amid thousands of lightning flashes—not stealth, not invisibility, but speed reaching the extreme, so fast that not even a shadow remained.

In the next moment, Feili merely felt a suffocating crisis descending, like an invisible giant hand clutching her heart.

Her pupils contracted sharply, a chilling icy sensation shooting from the base of her spine straight to her head.

As a Tier Seven Rakshasa, speed was her most proud advantage.

The agility talent inherent in the Rakshasa line made her almost unmatched among those of the same tier.

Yet now, she couldn’t see Qin Tian’s figure.

Beside her, Ossar’s and Saral’s pupils also contracted simultaneously.

Not to mention Feili or Ossar, even Saral, the Tier Eight Holy Blood, could only see a blurred shadow flash by in the lightning.

That shadow moved at an absurd speed, unlike any a Tier Seven Spiritualist should possess, even faster than many Tier Eight powerhouses renowned for speed.

"Feili, watch out!"

Ossar shouted urgently, his voice tinged with anxiety.

But it was too late.

"Boom——"

Black energy erupted furiously around Feili, instantly condensing into a thick energy barrier.

It was the Rakshasa line’s defensive secret technique, congealing spirit energy into substantial armor, enough to withstand a full-force strike from same-tier opponents.

However, at the next moment——

A black saber sliced from the side.

The saber’s blade was tangled with purple-gold lightning, emitting a piercing scream as if thousands of thunderbirds were crying out simultaneously.

The saber light reached the extreme of speed and ferocity, carrying an unrivaled Power of Destruction, ruthlessly slashing at the black barrier beside Feili.

"Crack——"

A crisp shattering sound echoed.

The energy barrier cracked like an eggshell the instant the blade touched it, forming countless fissures.

Purple-gold lightning penetrated through the cracks, exploding within the barrier, blasting those black energy fragments into countless glowing dots.

In almost an instant, the energy barrier completely collapsed.

The Black Saber, undiminished in momentum, carried the residual power after shattering the barrier, sweeping toward Feili’s neck.

Before the saber edge arrived, the Sword Qi had already sliced through the air, leaving a shallow blood mark on Feili’s neck.

Life hangs by a thread.

Feili let out a piercing scream, sharp enough to tear an eardrum.

She could no longer care for anything else, her body abruptly bursting with thicker black mist, spirit energy boiling furiously, with a weird and powerful force surging out from her body.

It was the life-saving secret technique every member of the Luohou Clan must master—Celestial Demon Dissolution.

Once this technique is unleashed, the body instantly dissolves into dozens of demon shadows, dispersing and fleeing in all directions.