I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 577: Chapter 458: Duel with Holy Blood and Rakshasa Ghost Sword

The raging blizzard continued to wreak havoc, lifting the snow and ice on the ground like countless cold blades, carving pale scars in the space between heaven and earth.

On the icy battlefield, Qin Tian and Alaya stood at a distance, the blizzard forming an invisible barrier between them, but it couldn’t block the sharpness and killing intent in their eyes.

Qin Tian slowly raised his hand, and the Black Frost Battle Saber appeared out of thin air in his palm. The long blade was intricately covered with pale frost patterns, and as soon as it appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, with thin strands of cold air trailing down the blade, forming tiny ice flowers on the snow.

In contrast, Alaya drew a blood-colored longsword with a reverse grip, its blade glimmering with an eerie red light as if forged from fresh blood, striking a stark contrast against her black leather armor, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

"Whoosh—"

A sudden gust of wind swept by, lifting their garments as if black banners fluttering fiercely amidst the wind and snow.

Almost instantly as the wind arose, Alaya’s figure suddenly vanished, leaving behind a faint black afterimage.

The Rakshasa’s agility was pushed to its utmost by her, so fast it surpassed the limits of visual capture, advancing toward Qin Tian like a phantom, with the blood-colored longsword in her hand thrusting straight at Qin Tian’s face, the sharp whistle of its tip cutting through the air as if to tear it apart.

Qin Tian’s eyes sharpened but he remained unfazed.

The Night Emperor bloodline was also adept at speed, and with the aid of darkness, his combat prowess multiplied several times over.

He deftly twisted his wrist, blocking Alaya’s powerful strike with the Black Frost Battle Saber. Sparks erupted at the clash of the weapons, only to be instantly extinguished by the snowstorm.

"Clang, clang, clang!!!"

In the following second, the sound of metal clashing was as dense as a sudden downpour.

Their figures continuously intersected amidst the snowstorm, moving so fast they left only blurred afterimages, with the cold from the Black Frost Battle Saber and the eerie red light of the blood-colored longsword intertwining to form a flowing light and shadow.

With the power of a Tier Seven, Alaya’s every strike carried a world-destroying momentum, her attacks cunning and deadly, each aimed directly at Qin Tian’s vital points.

Yet Qin Tian relied on the Night Emperor bloodline’s speed and his rich combat experience to respond calmly, wielding the Black Frost Battle Saber so tightly it left no gaps, not only blocking all attacks but occasionally countering with a few moves.

"Swish!"

After another fierce clash, both retreated simultaneously, landing on the snow with ten meters between them.

Alaya’s chest heaved slightly, her heart stirred by intense waves.

From the Spiritual Energy waves emanating from Qin Tian, he was clearly just a Tier Six Spiritualist, yet in their earlier encounter, he matched her blow for blow, even holding his ground in terms of speed.

A Tier Six matching a Tier Seven without defeat

It was as if he was the one with the Holy Blood, while she was just an average silver or golden bloodline!

Initially, she thought Qin Tian revealing himself was a death wish, confident that she could easily overpower him using the Rakshasa’s speed, but reality slapped her hard.

Alaya gripped her blood-colored longsword tightly, the eerie red glow on the blade becoming more pronounced, and the black Spiritual Energy around her began to grow more turbulent.

She took a deep breath, the disdain in her heart completely disappearing, replaced by a cold seriousness—clearly, to take down Qin Tian, she had to bring out her true skills.

"Roar—"

A low growl, not belonging to a human, escaped her throat, and the black Spiritual Energy around her surged violently like boiling ink.

The next second, a creaking sound of twisting bones emanated from her back as a pair of dark green wings burst through her leather armor, spreading out to a width of three meters, the membranes densely covered with black patterns, exuding a sinister and ill presence.

Her originally beautiful face began to twist and deform, veins bulging beneath her skin, fangs protruding from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were fully consumed by black, with only a speck of crimson at the pupils—this was the ultimate form of the Luoho Clan women, the true form of the Rakshasa.

For Alaya, becoming ugly was more intolerable than getting injured, so unless at the brink of life and death, she would never easily activate this form.

But now, with Qin Tian having slain all her subordinates and matching her attacks with Tier Six prowess, if she didn’t use her most guarded abilities, she might truly fail to take him down.

Qin Tian, noticing this, also steeled his expression, choosing not to hold back any longer.

The Night Emperor bloodline within him surged with full force, black patterns crawling up from his neck to cover his entire body, and a pair of jet-black, ink-dark Night Demon Wings suddenly unfurled from his back, their surfaces etched with tiny scales, the edges emitting subtle spatial ripples.

With the Night Demon Wings spread, his speed instantly increased by 800%, and the surrounding space seemed to become his support, each breath blending seamlessly with the darkness.

Following that, Qin Tian cast a Hunting Mark on Alaya.

The moment the mark took effect, his speed increased by another 70%, his attack power by 50%, and every subsequent attack was guaranteed to deal 120% critical damage.

"What... what kind of bloodline is this?!"

Seeing Qin Tian unfold the Night Demon Wings, his presence skyrocketing as if on rocket fuel, Alaya’s pupils contracted, her heart almost overflowing with shock.

Though she wasn’t of the Luoho Clan’s direct lineage, her bloodline concentration far exceeded that of an ordinary golden bloodline, yet Qin Tian’s display of bloodline abilities was even more terrifying than those of the top golden bloodlines.

However, despite her astonishment, Alaya maintained confidence in her Rakshasa’s form.

In terms of speed, across the entire Empire, only two Holy Blood Clans could rival the Luoho Clan’s Rakshasa women. No matter how fast Qin Tian was, he could never surpass her!