The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1607: Chapter 1704: Gold Soul Eye

Fang Lin furrowed his brow, indeed not expecting to be injured by Ying Tianzheng. Although it was merely a superficial wound on the tip of his finger, it was a true injury to the present Fang Lin.

“It seems this spear is out of the ordinary; even my True Dragon Indestructible Body can’t completely block it,” Fang Lin muttered to himself in his heart, not feeling too surprised. After all, this guy was the Crown Prince of Qing Nation; it would be inconceivable if he didn’t possess one or two exceptional weapons at his disposal.

Ying Tianzheng stood as if his feet were rooted to the ground, with a very steady stance. The spear in his hand traced an arc, aiming at various places on Fang Lin’s body.

The spearhead kept changing its trajectory. In an instant, countless spear tips appeared before Fang Lin’s eyes, as if hundreds of long spears were attacking him simultaneously.

Without any hesitation, Fang Lin once again unleashed the Confucian Heaven Step, utilizing the principle of One Force Subdues Ten Groups, to shatter all the dense shadows of the spear tips entirely.

In the end, only a single spear tip remained, which had reached inches away from Fang Lin’s face. The distance was so close that Fang Lin could feel the sharp aura from the spear tip causing a slight pain on his cheek.

However, these final few inches were ultimately thwarted by Fang Lin.

Fang Lin caught the long spear with one hand, and with the other, he clenched a fist and smashed it toward Ying Tianzheng’s chest.

Ying Tianzheng’s body surged with a black glow, which, at the moment Fang Lin’s punch came, converged entirely on his chest.

A thump resounded as Fang Lin’s punch solidly hit Ying Tianzheng’s chest, like a muffled thunder, heard clearly by everyone standing atop Tang Tower.

“Hmm?” Fang Lin was somewhat surprised; Ying Tianzheng hadn’t been forced to retreat by his punch and it seemed as though it had not caused any injuries.

Ying Tianzheng’s body only slightly swayed. The black glow on his chest had mostly dissipated the force of Fang Lin’s punch, so Ying Tianzheng was not wounded.

On the contrary, a golden light emerged within Ying Tianzheng’s eyes, which directly pierced into Fang Lin’s.

This sudden turn of events caught many unprepared. The two royal experts who accompanied Ying Tianzheng smiled, believing the battle was decided.

And those who understood Ying Tianzheng could guess what he had just done, and could not help but sigh for Fang Lin.

“This duel ought to end now. Fang Lin has been caught by Ying Tianzheng’s Pupil Skill; he’s likely to be severely injured at the very least. If Ying Tianzheng is ruthless, I fear Fang Lin’s life is at stake,” said a Sect strongman who came from Qing Nation.

“However, managing to force Ying Tianzheng to use the Rakshasa Spear and employ the long-unseen Gold Soul Eye, Fang Lin’s loss is not unjustified,” another person nodded and said.

“Even when facing Prince Tuoba Xionglie, the strongest of the Three Princes from Yuan Country, Ying Tianzheng only used the Rakshasa Spear and did not employ the Gold Soul Eye,” said a Family Head from a noble family.

“Fang Lin can take pride, for our Crown Prince gave his all. But in the end, he is merely a fallen foe beneath the Crown Prince’s spear,” one of the two royal experts said with pride on his face.

The heavyweights present could not deny that Ying Tianzheng, the Crown Prince of Qing Nation, was indeed formidable. Not to mention his physically powerful body far surpassing warriors of the same realm, the Martial Arts he mastered were all top-notch. Whether in speed or strength, he could suppress his peers. With a Divine weapon like the Rakshasa Spear and the ancient Pupil Skill Gold Soul Eye that he had diligently cultivated for years, Ying Tianzheng was naturally astonishingly powerful.

Any ordinary martial artist who had even one of the advantages that he possesses would be the envy of others, yet Ying Tianzheng has reached the extreme in nearly every aspect, which is truly terrifying.

“The Gold Soul Eye is indeed powerful, but it’s a pity that Fang Lin is unaware of Ying Tianzheng’s moves. If he knew Ying Tianzheng had a soul-damaging Pupil Skill, he would probably be even more cautious, not allowing Ying Tianzheng to succeed with this move,” an elder sighed.

“Even if he knew, what could he do? Crown Prince’s Gold Soul Eye has become sharper than it was a few years ago, no longer requiring extreme proximity to be used,” another high-ranking member of the Qing Nation’s royal family said, unafraid to reveal the secret of Ying Tianzheng’s Gold Soul Eye.

Upon hearing this, many people showed a look of shock, but they soon nodded in agreement. If Ying Tianzheng’s Gold Soul Eye was still the same as it was a few years ago, then he wouldn’t be Ying Tianzheng; after all these years, Ying Tianzheng would surely have made some progress.

After being inundated by the golden light in his eyes, Fang Lin stood motionless, as if in a daze, with a vacant look and a blank expression.

Ying Tianzheng held the Rakshasa Spear in hand, ready to reveal a smug, cold smile, when he suddenly coughed several times, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

“Damn it, the power of this guy’s fist is so great, I didn’t fully neutralize it!” Ying Tianzheng cursed. He had taken a punch from Fang Lin head-on, and at first, it seemed to be nothing, but now the delayed pain had caught up with him, with waves of pain and stuffiness in his chest, as blood welled up from his throat.

However, Ying Tianzheng didn’t pay too much attention to it, considering the situation was already decided, and he had defeated that damned Fang Lin.

Ying Tianzheng wiped the blood from his mouth and looked at the dazed Fang Lin, contemplating whether to kill him on the spot.

Even though killing him might cause some trouble, Ying Tianzheng wasn’t someone who hesitated or shrank back. He was always decisive and fierce in his actions, not considering consequences or looking back was his style.

Moreover, Ying Tianzheng felt leaving Fang Lin alive was too big a threat; it would be best to kill him and be done with it.

Even if the Sky Swallowing Palace were to cause trouble in the future, they would have to come to his Qing Nation’s capital, and with the Sky Swallowing Palace currently preoccupied with the Sealing Sword Pavilion, how could they afford to trouble Ying Tianzheng in Qing Nation?

To kill or not to kill?

Ying Tianzheng only pondered for a few breaths before raising the Rakshasa Spear in his hand with a ferocious smile, stabbing ruthlessly toward Fang Lin’s forehead. He aimed to pierce Fang Lin’s head through, intending to kill Fang Lin right there and then.

Many people on top of Tang Tower were horrified by Ying Tianzheng’s action, but alas, no one could stop it.

And those few powerful figures who had the ability to stop it, each of them as steady as Mount Tai, showed no intention of intervening to stop Ying Tianzheng.

Even the Tang Emperor, the host of this place, appeared calm, as if he hadn’t seen the perilous scene happening below at all.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to intervene, but these powerful individuals including the Tang Emperor knew very well that Fang Lin would not be in the slightest danger.

And sure enough, as Ying Tianzheng raised his spear to kill Fang Lin, Fang Lin’s mouth curved upward, revealing an amused smile to Ying Tianzheng.

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