Chapter 62: Power Enhancement, Two Spiritual Brains!

  "Soul King, isn't the toxicity of the Nine Orifices Severing Soul Dan too great? Won't this kid be killed by it?"

  All along the way, Zhou Wubing asked with a gloomy face. He still wanted to dig out the secrets on Zhuo Yifan's body, but he didn't expect Zhuo Yifan to die like this.

  So he rushed to find Soul King after resting for a while. If he was late for another moment, Zhuo Yifan would probably be tortured to death.

  "Wu Shao, you can rest assured." The Soul King's eyes gleamed with intensity. "If this person can withstand my enhanced Soul Devouring Powder, he will be able to resist my Soul Severing Pill. He is a cultivator, and it's absolutely impossible for him to die so easily."

  "This man is of great use to me, he absolutely cannot die."

  "General Wu is so tense, could it be that..." The King of Souls had never seen General Zhou Wu's expression so worried before, and in an instant he thought of the matter that General Zhou Wu had mentioned to him last time.

  "You're right, this person can not only dispel spiritual pressure but also possesses divine power. He must have eaten some kind of spirit fruit from the Blood Prison. I've taken too many heavenly treasures and my meridians are blocked, I need to find a potent medicine to break through them. If I could refine him into a pill..."

  "So that's how it is."

  The Soul King nodded and smiled treacherously: "Actually, Wu Shao doesn't have to worry too much. It's just a meridian blockage, right? I have a kind of poison here..."

  "Cough, cough..." Zhou Wubing let out a light cough and quickened his pace as he walked into the secret chamber. He wasn't interested in Soul King's weird poisonous medicines, and most of them were experimental products anyway - if he died from eating them, who would he go to for justice?

  "Zhuo Yifan, it's been a while since I've seen you. Shouldn't you be saying thank you?"

  The door of the secret room was kicked open, and Zhou Wubing's eyes were coldly fixed on Zhuo Yifan. Seeing that he was hanging his head in shame, with a disheveled appearance, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Haha! Zhuo Yifan, aren't you very capable? How did you become a drowned rat now?"

  No matter how Zhou Wu Bing mocked him, Zhuo Yi Fan remained silent and motionless with his head lowered, secretly planning a huge surprise for the two of them!

  "The King of Souls, why isn't he speaking? Is he dead?" After mocking him a few times, Zhou Wubing felt something was off. His eyes scanned the ground and by the faint candlelight, he saw a puddle of blood on the floor. Suddenly, he shouted: "Tongue! He bit his tongue to death!"

  "Wu Shao, don't be too excited, you've been poisoned by my Soul Poison. The physical pain has long since numbed, and even biting your tongue to death won't work. Looking at him struggling for breath, he's probably been knocked out by the poison. Hmph, I thought this kid had a strong willpower, but it turns out it was just that."

  The Soul King sneered and took out a bottle of green potion from his bosom: "Hahaha, cultivators are nothing but this level, under my great poisonous technique, they will all become dog slaves... biting their tongues to death? What a spirited poisonous slave indeed!"

  The King of Souls opened the bottle cap, pinched Zuo Yifan's face, and poured the antidote into his mouth without any scruples. He shook his head, knowing that Zuo Yifan, who had been poisoned, was powerless against him.

  Little did he know, the shadow of death was already looming over him.

  "Pffft!"

  Just as a bottle of medicine was poured into Zhuo Yifan's mouth, the liquid transformed into a water gun under the effect of his meditation power and sprayed out violently.

  The King of Souls was caught off guard by this blow, and he suddenly raised his head to shout, but before he could react, the green water gun shot out like a sharp arrow, instantly locking onto his heart.

  "What's going on!"

  Zhou Wubing also felt extremely endangered and couldn't help but retreat two steps back.

  "Ah! Wu Shao save me..."

  "Hah!" Before the words had even faded away, the water gun pierced through the Soul King's body with a loud crash.

  Deep red blood spurted out of the heart, flying several meters away, splashing onto Zhou Wu's face.

  At this time, endless resentment, regret and despair suddenly surged into the soul king's heart. He unbelievably touched his empty chest, looked at the blood flowing from his hands, and died on the spot.

  "You killed the King of Souls! You actually killed the King of Souls! The King of Souls has followed my father for many years, even if I spare you, my father will not let you off!"

  Zhou Wubing was stunned by this scene, and he didn't expect that Zhuo Yifan had actually recovered his spirit? In his impression, he should have been tortured to the point of being half dead by the Soul King.

  "Spare me? Ha..."

  Zhuo Yifan seemed to be listening to the most hilarious joke, but he didn't say a word. He slowly got up from the ground, his expression suddenly turned cold, emitting an icy aura as if from hell. The faint smile at the corner of his lips was a sign of harvesting souls!

  His gaze at Zhou Wubing became as ferocious as a demon, releasing a murderous aura that was like the edge of a knife, taking away one's soul.

  "Rumble!"

  The terrifying spiritual pressure enveloped him, and Zhou Wubing only felt his whole body stiffen, and was even suffocated by this spiritual pressure.

  Crack!

  Suddenly, Zhuo Yifan exerted his strength and broke free from the iron chains. With one foot flying up, he fiercely kicked Soul King's head.

  Bang! The Soul King's body was kicked flying, his skull bursting open in mid-air before it had even reached its peak, and with a thick brain pulp and fresh blood merged with the body, fell to the ground.

  "Refreshing!"

  After killing Soul King, Zhuo Yifan felt that the humiliation he had suffered seemed to no longer exist. He walked step by step towards Zhou Wubing, his fearful appearance like a god of the underworld.

  In the past, he was too worried about the burden that Mo Yan and Tie Bi would bring to him, so he always held back, and couldn't use his full strength to fight, making him appear very weak.

  Now, after cultivating the "Great Ashura Demon Emperor Scripture", the spiritual power accumulated in the Spiritual Sea is incredibly dense, more than twice as much as before. The entire body has undergone a tremendous transformation, with muscles becoming even more compact, bones becoming even harder, and even some of the flexible movements that couldn't be performed in the "Great Evolution Diagram" Body Refining Technique can now be executed one by one. Strength, defense, and speed have all increased!

  From 30 meters per second to 50 meters per second!

  Power! Unprecedented power! He felt that every cell in his body had the power to be at his command.

  "After the Ring of Majesty acknowledged its master, it strengthened my soul, making my soul quality reach high-grade superior! Causing my power to surge by tenfold, reaching twentyfold! Moreover, it expanded my cells and expanded my spiritual sea." The power of the Great Asura Demon Emperor Ring was simply transforming the rotten into the miraculous, bringing a huge surprise to Zhuo Yifan.

  Apart from inheriting the Six Paths Soul Technique, the Ring itself is also a Spirit Brain that can store and accumulate Mental Energy, which can be called upon by Zhuo Yifan whenever he needs it. This means that Zhuo Yifan has two Spirit Brains, and his storage of Mental Energy is twice that of a normal Soul Cultivator of the same level!

  With his meditation realm reaching "merging spirit into stillness", the overall strength of the entire person underwent a heaven-reversing and earth-overturning change, although his cultivation had not advanced, but to describe it as "shedding the old shell and changing bones" was not one bit excessive.

  "Reiatsu... you've actually developed spiritual energy?! This is impossible!"

  Zhou Wubing's spiritual pressure burst at this moment, but he was still no match for Zhuo Yifan. He shook his head repeatedly, completely stunned.

  Just a moment ago, he was still poisoned by the Soul Devouring Powder and fed the Severing Soul Pill, yet his body was still in a state of disrepair. How could such a drastic change occur in just a few hours?

  "Impossible! It's impossible! The distance was just a few hours away!" He simply couldn't believe it.

  "There's nothing that's impossible...... I'm grateful to you, grateful for using such a despicable trick to stimulate me, stimulating me to embark on the path of soul cultivation."

  Zhuo Yifan sneered: "I don't care who you are in the Zhou family, I don't care what backing the Zhou family has. You will definitely die today!"

  "I don't believe it!" Zhou Wubing's hair flew wildly, his eyes gleaming with electricity, he gritted his teeth and pushed against the spiritual pressure, bursting forth into the void, creating a fierce whirlwind and a series of illusions.

  "Foolish!"

  Zhuo Yifan stood still, slowly raised his hand, and a dazzling white light flashed in his mind. A two-meter-long white needle extended from his middle finger, filled with endless killing intent. If anyone's soul came into contact with it, they would be impacted by the murderous aura.

  A flash of white light flickered, and a series of obscure ripples wildly spread from his hand, forming a powerful whirlpool.

  "Boom!" The turbine-driven explosive force, "Shura no Yaiba" suddenly shot out from the middle finger.

  "Infinite slaughter path, all in my Asura, Asura's thrust out, no one can rival!"

  Asura's thrust tore through the air at high speed, shooting into Zhou Wu's body. This flesh could even shatter giant rocks, let alone flesh and blood. The needle pierced through Zhou Wu's chest.

  Boom! Zhou Wu Bing was accompanied by "Shura no Ji" and was rolled up like a straw man, flying out of the secret room.

  "Shura no Yaiba is awesome!"

  Seeing Zhou Wu's soldier being knocked flying by his own blow, Zhuo Yifan's whole body was boiling with hot blood. However, he didn't immediately chase out, but instead searched the Soul King's secret room and found a gourd of "Nine Orifices Soul Severing Dan". This thing was extremely toxic, but it might come in handy later on.

  "What is this?" Just as he was about to leave, Zhuo Yifan's gaze suddenly fell on a metal box. The box was pitch black and difficult to notice in the dimly lit room. However, it emitted meditation fluctuations that immediately caught his attention.

  Open the box, a radiant pearl shines brightly, illuminating the entire secret room. In the dimly lit room, starlight twinkles, beautiful and dazzling. Although he didn't know what use this pearl had, Zhuo Yifan still put it in his pocket, thinking that such a beautiful night pearl would make a good gift for that girl.

  As for the rest of the bottles and jars, Zhuo Yifan was not interested in taking another look. These poisonous medicines were unknown what they were used for, and taking them would be useless.

  "What kind of sorcery is this!!"

  Zhou Wu Bing let out a miserable cry, was stabbed and flew tens of meters away, heavily hitting the big tree, falling to the ground along the trunk, with blood spraying wildly.

  "Zhuo Yifan...... you......"

  A look of despair flooded his face. Feeling his soul was severely wounded, even if he could survive, he would be a useless person.

  "I've said it before, nothing is impossible. You think your mental strength reaching '1' is impressive? Hmph, consider this Soul Summoning Technique my parting gift to you. I'll kill you now, so you won't have any more wicked thoughts about me or the people around me!" Another "Shura's Thorn" had silently gathered and was about to strike, aiming straight for Zhou Wubing's chest.

  "Halt!"

  A loud roar came over, like a fierce lion, shaking the soul, with immense contemplative power that seemed to tear people apart.

  The newcomer was a young man wearing a sable coat, with a strong back and waist, tall and majestic. No one would have thought that such a young and handsome guy would be the old master of the Zhou family who had been in seclusion, Zhou Dongshi!

  The explosive "1" of meditation power, with a dynamic sound wave skill, shocked people's hearts and souls. If it were an ordinary person without any meditation power, they would be stunned on the spot, their whole body stiffened.

  "I said it before, today Zhou Wu will definitely die!"

  The ring rotated, and the spiritual pressure around it swept away. The terrifying Shura spear in Zhuo Yifan's hand burst out with a cold glow, its power bursting out completely and quickly at this moment. It pierced through Zhou Wu's chest, sending him flying out and pinning him to the tree trunk.

  The last thread of vitality was also ruthlessly stripped away.

  "Soldier..."

  A loud roar suddenly burst forth from Zhou Dongsheng's mouth, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

  Ke Zhou Wu Bing could no longer hear his roar, a pair of eyes terrified to the extreme protruding forward, without a single sound. But Zhuo Yi Fan was coldly smiling at him, fresh blood dripping from the Shura spear "drip drip" falling to the ground, the corpse looking extremely gruesome.