Asura Mad Emperor

"There's no such thing as impossible, all the impossibilities in the world are simply due to your limited knowledge."

Qinchuan shouted as he swiftly launched attacks, his body shining brightly, Jade Void Sacred Palm condensing a palm imprint the size of Divine Peak, scattering across the void like countless stars.

"Bang!"

The robed figure was sent flying, a mouthful of blood sputtering from his lips, spraying across the sky.

In the few moments just past, Qinchuan had landed an unceasing barrage of palm imprints upon him, attacking hundreds, if not thousands of times.

His robe's greatest function was to defend against Spiritual Soul Secret Techniques, but it could not fully defend against the assaults of Divine Power. The terrifying Divine Power penetrated through the robe, causing all his internal organs to shift entirely out of place and breaking every rib in his body.

Although no injuries were visible on the man in the black robe, he was already severely wounded and no longer had the strength for another battle.

If it weren't for the protection of the robe, he would likely have died by now.

"Escape!"

Fear completely overwhelmed the man in the black robe.

The person before him was no ordinary man!

Whether it was the Jade Void Sage from two hundred thousand years ago or Qi Sha from one hundred thousand years ago, both were beings whose fame shook the Divine Realm.

After both had fallen into the cycle of reincarnation, countless cultivators sought their legacies, hoping to obtain the Jade Void Sacred Palm and the Qi Sha Qiankun Art.

But no one had ever succeeded, and now these techniques had unexpectedly appeared in the same person.

No matter what, the man in the black robe could never have imagined that Qinchuan was Qi Sha, and Qi Sha was also Jade Void; the three were actually one and the same.

The robed figure moved sideways, the crystalline robe suddenly overflowing with a stream of pure white Dharma Pattern aura, which then transformed the robe into a pair of giant wings. The man in the robe spread his wings wide, whipping up a massive storm around him as he made a swift escape.

"Hmm?"

A hint of surprise crossed Qinchuan's face, his eyes shining brightly.

He hadn't expected the robe to have such a function.

"Hmph, where do you think you're going?" Qinchuan snorted coldly. Golden light shot from his eyes, and purple flames continually erupted from his body. He activated his movement technique and chased after the man in the black robe at an extremely fast speed.

Pushing his movement technique to the extreme, Qinchuan suddenly realized that the mysterious winged figure was quite fast; his own speed was only just on par with his opponent's. Indeed, during straight-line escapes, he was actually slower than the other.

The robe was indeed extraordinary; it had saved the man's life multiple times.

"You're trapped in this world for good by the Sealed Heavenly Destruction Great Formation; let's see where you can run to," Qinchuan declared fiercely.

The man in the black robe, while pulling out Divine Pills from his chest to swallow them, did not hesitate for an instant with his wings, continuously fleeing straight ahead.

He did not dare to fight again.

The two of them, one in pursuit and the other fleeing, went from one end of this realm to the other, sinking from the void into the depths of the sea, roaming between heaven and earth.

Although this world was completely isolated, making it impossible for the robed figure to escape, he possessed superb defense. He refused to engage Qinchuan directly, merely focusing on fleeing desperately. Even if he reached the edge of the world, the man would exchange a few blows with Qinchuan and then continue to flee in another direction.

"Qinchuan, stop wasting your energy. I have the supreme Spiritual Robe given to me by my master; you can't catch up to me," said the man in the black robe, no longer possessing his initial arrogance and sense of control. He began to negotiate with Qinchuan, "Rather than expending your energy like this, why not just call off the fight? You stop chasing me, and I'll no longer compete with you for the Spiritual Pearl."

"Hmph, if you want this Young Master to stop, then take off that shell on your body and present it to me, and then I won't chase after you anymore," Qinchuan responded indifferently, pausing now, standing in the void and speaking calmly.

"Impossible, this spiritual robe is my greatest trump card. If I were to give it to you, would I not be cutting off my own path of retreat?" the person in the black robe said, shaking his head.

"This young master can swear an oath by the Heavenly Dao that as long as you hand over the robe obediently, I will cease to pursue you, and I can even let you return to the Upper Realm unharmed."

A sly glimmer flashed through Qinchuan's eyes as he spoke, trying to coax the other party.

He was indeed very interested in the other party's spiritual robe.

"Impossible, this magic artifact was bestowed upon me by my master. There's absolutely no way I would hand it over."

The person in the black robe still shook his head persistently.

Qinchuan already knew the person would definitely not hand over the spiritual robe. His eyes shifted as he said, "In that case, since the robe was bestowed by your master, as this young master, I don't want your robe anymore. Just tell me your master's information, and I will personally seek out your master to claim it. That should be acceptable, right?"

Qinchuan said.

"That's even less possible. With my master's status, how could I casually reveal it?" the person in the black robe said sonorously.

"Hmph, if neither this nor that is possible, what makes you think this young master will let you go?"

Qinchuan bellowed in anger. The void tore open, and he activated his movement technique to its ultimate limit, zipping again towards the person in the black robe.

"Damn it! Will this ever end?" the person in the black robe grumbled inwardly, flapping his wings as he continued to flee, shouting out loud at the same time.

"Other than these two conditions, anything else you ask I can grant," the person in the black robe cried out loud.

"I have a divine fruit here, the Life-and-Death Fruit. If you let me go, I will give you this fruit."

"The Life-and-Death Fruit? Are you talking about this?" Qinchuan stopped, and in his hand appeared a fruit that shimmered with black, white, and grey colors, emitting a faint spiritual energy.

"Hmm?"

"My Life-and-Death Fruit!"

Standing at a distance, the person in the black robe probed his storage space with his Divine Sense and discovered, to his shock, that the Life-and-Death Fruit that had been in his storage space was now nowhere to be found.

"How did my Life-and-Death Fruit end up in your hands!" the person in the black robe roared furiously.

But then it seemed he thought of something.

"Could it be the rumored Hand of God?!"

"Right, it must be the Hand of God. Only such a divine skill could steal treasures from my storage space."

The face of the person under the chaotic mask turned iron blue, teeth clenched in anger, "The Hand of God, lost for a million years... how do you know how to use it?"

At this point, the person in the black robe was completely unable to fathom Qinchuan.

A flicker went through Qinchuan's eyebrows, for he was indeed using the Hand of God. He had previously stolen the fruit of life silently from Mo Wentian using this very divine skill.

Although this divine skill had been lost for a million years, he did not expect that this person in the black robe would actually be aware of it.

The Hand of God allowed one to invade someone else's storage space and steal magical treasures. While it sounded incredibly formidable, in reality, it was extremely limited.

If the target's cultivation level was too high, not only was the risk of failure great, but it was also easy to be discovered by the target. Once found out, there was a great risk of being suppressed and killed.

On the other hand, if the target's cultivation rank was low, there was no need for such hassle. One could simply kill and plunder directly; thus, the Hand of God gradually fell into disuse and slowly became lost to time.

"What's so special about the Hand of God? What if I told you that I have lived for several million years and am the last descendant of the Hand of God from a million years ago, would you believe me?"

Qinchuan looked disdainfully from afar, sneering at the person in the black robe.