I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 702 - 511: Slay, Heart Demon Tribulation

Swish—

In the ice abyss, Shengongsi Yuzuo’s figure swiftly darted through, the wings of spiritual energy long lost their previous steadiness, wounds still seeping blood, remnants of the lightning tribulation.

At that moment, the scorching aura behind him urged him on, the pain making him grit his teeth, cold sweat sliding down his cheeks.

Behind him, a figure engulfed in golden-red flames of the Body Burning Tribulation was in fast pursuit.

Every step Qin Tian took caused the ice beneath his feet to instantly melt into puddles, the steaming white mist around him coalescing into faint vapor, yet upon nearing the tribulation flames it was burned into oblivion.

The golden-red flames danced like living creatures, not making him appear disheveled, but rather accentuating the cold sharpness in his gaze, as if he were a deity wielding flames of punishment.

"Dammit!" Shengongsi Yuzuo sensed the increasingly close scorching aura behind him, his heart pounded in his chest.

He suddenly turned his head, looking at the sea of flames around Qin Tian that could even burn through the air, his voice carrying an unprecedented panic,

"Qin Tian! Let me go this time! I swear by the honor of the Shengongsi Clan, from now on I’ll never trouble you again, we can even become friends and join forces to divide the treasures of this ruin!"

"Friends?"

A faint voice came from behind, falling into Shengongsi Yuzuo’s ears like ice piercing through bone, "Do you think it’s possible?"

Qin Tian’s steps did not halt, his eyes full of disdain.

Among the Nine Great Holy Blood Clans, some had good reputations, like the Dongfang Clan, Leng Family, and Chen Family, yet some were quite the opposite.

Such as the ruthless Luoho Clan, the blood-sucking Vladimir Clan, and the two-faced Shengongsi Clan.

He had long heard of Shengongsi Clan’s various notorious deeds.

In the development of the Amaterasu Star Realm, whenever the Shengongsi Clan’s expedition encountered other civilized planets, they would often instigate local wars and promise a certain faction lavish rewards.

However, after jointly destroying their rivals, the Shengongsi Clan would turn around and kill their allies.

In the trade market, they would extort and seize secret treasures from small families, then send people to eradicate their roots afterwards.

Similar incidents were countless.

In the eyes of the Royal Personnel, the Shengongsi Clan was the epitome of hypocrisy and betrayal.

To quote an expert’s assessment, people of the Shengongsi lineage were both admirers of beauty and martial prowess, both gentle and combative, both rigid and fickle, both obedient and rebellious.

Therefore, Qin Tian would never believe Shengongsi Yuzuo’s words.

Moreover, he was now deeply imprinted with the mark of the Dongfang Clan, already political adversaries with the Shengongsi Clan, and could never become friends with them.

Today, he must kill Shengongsi Yuzuo.

"Qin Tian!" Shengongsi Yuzuo realized begging was useless, raising his voice with a hint of rage born of desperation, "Do you really want to wipe me out? If you kill me, my clan will never let you off!"

Qin Tian utterly ignored him, casting a Hunting Mark on Shengongsi Yuzuo, his speed suddenly surged.

Shengongsi Yuzuo felt the heat on his back, his hair emitting a charred smell; he opened his mouth, about to say something, but Qin Tian was already upon his shoulder.

"Boom!"

The Body Burning Tribulation flames on Qin Tian flared up instantly, crazily spreading to Shengongsi Yuzuo through his palm.

The golden-red flames burned fiercely on Shengongsi Yuzuo’s surface, scorching not only his flesh but countless tiny strands of flame burrowing into his meridians, directly attacking the Sea of Souls.

"Ah—!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the ice abyss, Shengongsi Yuzuo’s body convulsing violently.

He was already severely weakened by the lightning tribulation, both body and soul in a fragile state, unable to resist the flame’s scorching.

His body was burnt charred, flesh a bloody mess, and his soul shredded as if by a thousand cuts.

Qin Tian firmly clenched his shoulder, needing to exert eighty percent of his strength to suppress the turbulent tribulation flames inside, or he himself would suffer backlash; otherwise, he would have long punched Shengongsi Yuzuo’s head off.

Yet this way was better, rather than letting the opponent die swiftly, such a death of gradually descending into hell in agony satisfied him more.

"Qin Tian... I was wrong... please... spare me..." Shengongsi Yuzuo’s voice carried extreme pain and tremor, the former Tier Seven Holy Blood prodigy now utterly reduced to a pathetic begging cur.

Qin Tian’s lips curled into a cold arc, he increased the force, pressing Shengongsi Yuzuo’s body fiercely against the ice mountain below.

Sizzle

Shengongsi Yuzuo’s skin rapidly melted under the high temperature, revealing beneath the sizzling muscles, dark red blood vaporizing into mist as soon as it seeped out, even his bones began to soften, dripping down along the mountain wall like a candle being grilled by fierce flames, dissolving bit by bit in despair.

The agony nearly shattered his consciousness, yet his eyes ignited with boundless resentment, glaring at Qin Tian’s indifferent face.

He abandoned begging, squeezing out a hoarse, broken voice from his throat: "Qin Tian... the Shengongsi Clan will never let you go... I’ll be waiting for you in Hell!"

As his voice fell, his head finally could not bear it, exploding amidst the tribulation flames, his entire body disintegrating into drifting ashes in the icy abyss’s cold wind.

At this moment, a hardly noticeable gray-black thread emerged from the ashes, like a venomous snake darting straight for Qin Tian’s chest.

This was a unique bloodline secret technique of the Shengongsi Clan, called "Calamity Curse," when a clan member died, a strand of original Power of Resentment would condense into a curse, attaching to the murderer.

In game terms, this curse would lower the recipient’s "Luck Value by 50," leading to persistent misfortune, and more terrifyingly, it acted like a locator, allowing the Shengongsi Clan to precisely sense the murderer’s position, relentless in pursuit.