The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron Chapter 940

Chapter 940: Chapter 940: Soul Beheading Skill Chapter 940: Chapter 940: Soul Beheading Skill The young man in the golden robe made another move, and the mysterious Jade Plate that had broken through the array reappeared, wreathed in many ancient, profound characters as it sped towards the girl inside the cave.

Seeing the Jade Plate approaching, Dugu Nian dared not underestimate it, and abruptly plucked the zither strings, pulling one almost to the breaking point as if it would snap at any moment.

Then, Dugu Nian's fingers loosened, and the zither string suddenly erupted with a clanging noise, like the clash of swords and spears.

The music was lofty and grand; silhouettes wielding lances and longswords materialized within the sound.

Kill!

Figures formed by the zither music, like cavalry charging on the battlefield, rushed toward the incoming mysterious Jade Plate.

“Overestimating yourself,” the young man in the golden robe said without any sign of worry, his eyes filled with contempt, seemingly having great confidence in his Jade Plate treasure.

And sure enough, the Jade Plate crushed the figures formed by the zither music with overwhelming force, unable to be stopped in the slightest.

Dugu Nian's complexion changed again, and she slammed her hands down hard on the ancient zither.

Hum!

Sky Zither Three Moves!********!

This was currently the strongest Tao of the Zither Martial Arts that Dugu Nian could perform; even just the first move was extremely formidable.

The music flowed out like a streak of light, colliding fiercely with the Jade Plate.

Boom!

The Jade Plate finally met resistance and paused slightly, its ancient characters appearing somewhat dimmer.

The young man in the golden robe's expression turned solemn as he saw this, and he unleashed a punch.

Dugu Nian's face was pale, her strongest Tao of the Zither Martial Arts barely holding off the Jade Plate, but she was powerless to stop the punch from the young man in the golden robe.

At this critical juncture, Dugu Nian made no move, instead placing her safety in the hands of her protective amulet.

A purple Jade Slip flew out from her Nine Palace Bag, hovering in front of Dugu Nian.

“You can't stop me!” the young man in the golden robe roared, his punch even more ferocious, exuding an aura of dragon's might.

The purple Jade Slip shone brightly, transforming into a palm that struck out towards the punch the young man in the golden robe had thrown.

The clash of the two unleashed a terrifying burst of energy.

Dugu Nian spat out blood, her figure sent flying backward and crashing harshly against the stone wall, her face as pale as gold paper, her breath as tenuous as a thread.

On the other hand, although the young man in the golden robe was also affected by the shockwave, he was not seriously harmed and stood within the cave, looking indifferently at Dugu Nian.

Dugu Nian was seriously injured, but still struggled to stand up, leaning against the stone wall.

“Who are you?” asked Dugu Nian, her intent to buy Fang Lin some more time.

The young man in the golden robe looked at Dugu Nian with interest and laughed, “Just a Spirit Vein, yet quite strong. Who might you be?”

Dugu Nian frowned and, disregarding any danger, took out the Pills to ingest them and alleviate her injuries.

The young man in the golden robe suddenly felt fluctuations and a presence coming from deeper within the cave, his expression changing instantly.

“So there is someone else hiding here. No wonder you fight so desperately,” the young man in the golden robe sneered, while Dugu Nian was greatly shocked; she slapped her Nine Palace Bag, and a bell with dazzling golden light appeared, attempting to suppress the young man.

Unfazed, the young man in the golden robe punched, easily deflecting the bell to the side.

The disparity in strength was too great. Dugu Nian, despite exerting all her power, could not contend with the young man in the golden robe. Being able to hold him off for so long was already quite an accomplishment.

“Capturing you and making you a maid for this prince would be fitting,” the young man in the golden robe said with a laugh, reaching out to grab Dugu Nian.

Dugu Nian bit her lip hard, glancing at the depths of the cave, determination evident in her eyes.

In her left eye, blood was seen trickling down her cheek, and within her pupil, a strange mark emerged.

This mark, upon closer inspection, resembled a sword.

The next moment, a real sword emerged from Dugu Nian's left eye.

“What?” The young man in the golden robe was startled, but his move was relentless.

This sword was very ancient and lacked any remarkable features, until the moment it struck. Only then did the young man realize the impending doom.

It was a Soul Sword!

Forging a sword with one's own soul, it does not harm the body but can sever souls!

Dugu Nian had never used this move before, but in fact, she had long since mastered this secret Martial Arts of the Dugu Family.

Even within the Dugu Family, only Dugu Nian's grandfather knew of this, none of the others were aware.

This Soul Beheading Skill was a martial art passed down by the ancestor of the Dugu Family, yet few descendants were able to master it.

It even went through a period of being forgotten, with many in the Dugu Family nearly losing memory of its existence.

Dugu Nian was not a Martial Arts prodigy, but she had mastered this exceptional technique of the Dugu Family.

However, the Soul Beheading Skill, while powerful, was greatly damaging to the user herself, requiring months of rest after a single use.

It was an absolute last resort, never to be used lightly.

Presently, Dugu Nian was out of options and had to unleash it in hopes of defeating the young man in the golden robe.

The Longsword approached silently and invisibly, as if it didn't exist at all, but the spirit of the young man was tremendously shaken, feeling a sharp, piercing pain.

As the Soul Sword reached the golden-robed young man, he screamed out, a look of anguish on his face.

This was not physical pain, but agony of the soul, as if an invisible sword was piercing into his spirit.

Dugu Nian revealed a trace of a smile, as it seemed her move was effective. Even if it couldn't kill the man, it was enough to inflict heavy damage on him.

But quickly, Dugu Nian's expression changed.

The golden robe worn by the youth burst forth with an astonishing aura, accompanied by an imperial might that shattered Dugu Nian's Soul Sword.

Puh!

As if struck by a heavy blow, Dugu Nian reeled from the destruction of her Soul Sword, an aggregation of her soul's power. With its destruction, she suffered grave injuries, particularly to her soul, which were far more difficult to heal than bodily wounds.

“I nearly capsized in this gutter; I indeed should not underestimate you,” the young man stood still, gasping for breath with a somewhat pale face. However, his expression was more of coldness and relief.

Had he not been a prince of the Qing Nation, blessed with the royal might of the Qin Emperor's robe, Dugu Nian's Soul Sword might have already severely wounded him.

“Both you and the person within, by standing against me, you are left with but a single path to death,” the young man said, stepping toward Dugu Nian with undisguised, chilling murderous intent in his eyes.

A bittersweet smile surfaced on Dugu Nian's face, blood still streaming from her left eye, and she no longer possessed the strength to fight.

Just then, a massive fist suddenly struck out from the depths of the cave.

“You're courting death!!!!”

Chapter end

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