I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 1041: Chapter 660: 8th-Tier Asura, Death!

Saral felt the threat of death.

That feeling was like a cold venomous snake, crawling from his tailbone all the way up to his crown.

He had no time to think. The dark red spiritual energy within him rampaged wildly, and his Asura Battle Physique was pushed to its limit.

"Roar——!"

The three heads simultaneously let out deafening roars, the sound waves exploding in the cave, shaking the walls and dislodging rocks that fell with a clatter.

In that moment, Saral’s body swelled again, shooting from over three meters to nearly five meters, with muscles bulging as if filled with air, and veins coiling like dragons beneath his skin.

The keratin scales became even thicker, changing color from dark red to deep black, with bizarre patterns emerging on each scale, exuding a suffocating evil aura.

The veins on his six arms bulged, and his fists clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white, with each arm growing thicker than before.

This was the ultimate form of the Asura Battle Physique.

In this state, Saral’s strength, speed, reflexes, and defense would all rise another notch, but the price was that this state could not last long; once prolonged, the body would collapse under the strain of such extreme load.

But at this moment, he could not care about that.

"Come!"

Saral roared, thrusting his six arms forward, as dark red spiritual energy formed a thick energy barrier before him, while his four most robust arms crossed in front of him, the keratin scales overlapping to form an almost indestructible shield of flesh.

All this happened in a flash.

Qin Tian’s blade descended.

The purple-golden lightning blade light cut through the air, carrying a world-destroying momentum, and slashed fiercely at Saral’s crossed arms.

"Boom——!!!"

A gigantic explosion erupted, causing the entire cave to tremble. Countless fine cracks appeared on the rock walls, and debris rained down like a shower.

Lightning and dark red evil aura tore into each other frenziedly at the point of collision, emitting a sharp sizzling sound, while waves of energy rippled out in all directions, sending stones on the ground tumbling everywhere.

Saral blocked it.

The keratin scales on the four arms were shattered by the blade light, with dark red blood oozing from the cracks, but his arms were not severed, and his body was not cleaved.

The Asura Battle Physique showcased its most terrifying side at that moment—a Tier Eight Asura’s body withstood the blade in an extreme state.

Saral had no time to catch his breath—

An invisible force like a red-hot iron awl stabbed into his mind.

"Ah——!!!"

All six of Saral’s eyes filled with blood simultaneously, the three heads jerked back, and let out an extremely piercing scream.

The force was not a physical attack, nor a spiritual energy impact, but a soul-striking blow.

Divine Punishment!

The concentrated Divine Thought shockwave exploded like an invisible nuclear bomb in Saral’s Sea of Souls.

Although Saral was Tier Eight Holy Blood, his soul power far surpassed that of Tier Seven, but his Asura Battle Physique was not known for soul defense, furthermore, in his current extreme state, all his attention was on physical defense, leaving the Sea of Souls’ defense greatly weakened.

Divine Thought shock was like a scorching knife slicing through butter, instantly tearing apart the outer defenses of Saral’s Sea of Souls, leaving a deep scar on his soul.

Saral’s screams echoed in the cave, his six arms drooped powerlessly, and his body swayed on the brink of collapse.

The pain from soul damage far exceeded physical pain, feeling as if someone was slowly stirring his brain with a dull knife, nearly driving him to unconsciousness.

At the same moment, Qin Tian’s temples throbbed painfully, a sharp pain emanated from the depths of his mind.

He groaned, furrowing his brows tightly.

Even though the Divine Thought shock was actively released by him, the backlash from the Divine Thought collision still existed.

Even though the Divine Venerable talent of the Holy Blood level had inflated his soul power to an extremely frightening degree, unmatched among those of his tier, his opponent was, after all, a Tier Eight Holy Blood, whose soul power level was there, resulting in some backlash.

Fortunately, the Divine Venerable talent not only enhanced his soul attack but also greatly improved his resistance to soul backlash.

The sharp pain was uncomfortable, but still bearable, and he could feel his damaged soul healing at an astonishing speed.

It wouldn’t take long before he fully recovered.

But for Saral, recovery was not going to be easy.

The Immortal Blood Curse had already drained his body, made his spiritual energy operate sluggishly, and left him with numerous internal injuries.

Combined with the soul damage caused by the Divine Thought shock, he was further weakened.

At this moment, Saral’s state had hit rock bottom.

Qin Tian took a deep breath, enduring the stinging pain in his mind, and gripped the Black Frost Saber tightly.

Now was the time.

The spiritual energy within him surged once more, pouring purple-golden thunder into the blade from his palms, and the Black Frost Saber emitted a pleasing hum, with the lightning on the blade becoming even brighter and more violent.

Celestial Punishment Critical Strike!

An inexplicable understanding surged to the forefront of his mind.

His luck wasn’t bad.

Sevenfold critical strike.

Though not the highest critical chance, it was still quite remarkable.

The lightning on the Black Frost Saber surged to its peak, with the purple-golden brilliance lighting up the entire cave like daylight, even the stalactites on the walls shimmering with crystal light under the lightning.

Thunder gathered madly on the blade, compressing, then gathering again, and compressing again, until it finally formed a light blade nearly solidified in form.

The power contained within that light blade made even the unconscious Ossar tremble instinctively on the ground.

"This blade will send you on your way."

Qin Tian’s voice was calm, too calm for someone in a life-and-death struggle.

The Black Frost Saber fell.

No fancy sword techniques, no complex maneuvers, just a simple cut—from top to bottom, a straight slash.

But this blade was pushed to its speed limit, strength limit, and its lightning was wildly rampaged.

The purple-golden lightning blade light was like a Thunder Dragon diving down from the sky, savagely clawing its way towards Saral.

Saral sensed the aura of death at the last moment.

With all his might, he roared and punched upwards.

"Boom——!!!"

The lightning exploded, like the sun falling to earth

Uncertain how much time passed before the thunder gradually dispersed.

The cave returned to darkness, with only the remaining lightning embers in the air flickering faintly.

The smell of scorched earth permeated the entire space, the ground was in shambles—a charred deep pit, shattered rocks, scattered scale fragments, and several black marks left after the lightning had dried them.

A silhouette stood at the edge of the deep pit.

The black clothes were in tatters, revealing the muscular build underneath, with a black saber in hand.

Qin Tian looked down.

A headless corpse lay quietly on the charred rocks.

His lips curled slightly.

Tier Eight Asura, nothing more than this.