Chapter 1496: Hanging Sword Tower

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Teng Snake's malevolent flames surged into the sky. Streaks of cold flames rained down, creating a dazzling spectacle.

Qin Sang and Yin Changsheng's battle created a much greater commotion than Tong Lingyu's. Apart from the Bloody Yin Pool, the stone cave was now utterly unrecognizable. The Teng Snake frequently whipped its long tail, each strike like a bolt of blue lightning, possessing astonishing destructive power that repeatedly brought the Seven Soul Killing Array to the brink of collapse.

Cold flames danced in the void. Qin Sang and Liu Li resembled fragile, ancient people struggling for survival in a bitter winter. Facing the world's most terrifying beast, they relied on each other, constantly on the verge of death, their bodies potentially becoming the beast's next meal.

Liu Li completely entrusted herself to Qin Sang, dedicating all her focus to contending with Yin Changsheng for control of the spiritual treasure. Qin Sang held Liu Li, his seven orifices bleeding, a truly wretched sight as he continuously retreated. The Seven Soul Killing Array, truly worthy of being the sole sword array recorded in the "Soul Nurturing Sword Chapter," withstood the spiritual treasure, repeatedly nearing collapse, only to be reborn from the ashes at the very last moment.

Yin Changsheng had initially believed he could easily defeat Qin Sang this time, but things did not go as planned. Qin Sang was clearly heavily wounded and teetering. Each time he seemed on the verge of defeat, he would suddenly manifest a burst of new strength, as if activating some secret technique to unlock his potential. This would grant him a moment of extraordinary courage, allowing him to overcome the crisis. At this point, how could Yin Changsheng not realize he had been tricked?

However, Yin Changsheng could never have imagined that his divine sense attack had not harmed Qin Sang in the slightest. He merely assumed Qin Sang possessed a method to protect his primordial spirit, and that his injuries were not as severe as they appeared.

Yin Changsheng was furious. The Teng Snake's attacks also grew fiercer, mirroring its master's agitated state. Qin Sang's heart stirred. Yin Changsheng, unable to achieve a quick victory, was clearly more agitated than when they started. The influence of the evil art was subtly deepening. If this continued, Tong Lingyu's plan might truly succeed.

However, Qin Sang still felt this approach was inappropriate. It was akin to pinning his hopes on his opponent. If any unforeseen variable emerged, such as his opponent possessing a hidden trump card he hadn't anticipated, everything would become futile. He himself possessed the Solar Divine Tree. Could the esteemed Palace Master of Xuanyuan Palace really only have these few tricks? Throughout his cultivation journey, Qin Sang had never had the habit of waiting for death. He always actively seized opportunities, which was how he repeatedly turned dangers into safety.

Just then, Yin Changsheng resorted to his old trick again. The Teng Snake opened its massive mouth, its body once again merging into the cold flames. The cold flames glowed like a frigid sun, emanating an eerie light. The subterranean cave had been completely transformed into an ice cavern; any low-level cultivator entering it would likely be frozen to death on the spot.

Whoosh!

The cold flames shot out. They fell like meteors, moving with extreme speed.

Qin Sang's expression was grim. Although he could repeatedly avert crises, he could only manage to protect himself, finding no opportunity to counterattack. It was akin to walking on the edge of a cliff, and his mental energy was being heavily drained. The Golden Sinking Sword trembled, emitting a crisp hum. It once again transformed into a sword array, tirelessly protecting its master.

Boom!

Brilliant streams of fire pierced through the shadowy sword array with immense power, obliterating countless sword threads with devastating force. As expected, the sword array was penetrated once more.

Qin Sang had anticipated this. He tightened his grip slightly on Liu Li and moved dozens of feet sideways. Since the battle began, he had been circling the edge of the cave, his attention constantly fixed on the blood pool, where he was gradually making new discoveries. The aura connected to the Bloody Yin Pool seemed to be linked not to Yin Changsheng himself, but to the ice coffin!

Whoosh!

Qin Sang landed, and before he could stabilize himself, he suddenly felt something amiss above him, a sudden surge of alarm in his heart. Above their heads, cold mist swirled, and an enormous white hand had appeared unnoticed. The hand's five fingers spread wide, swiftly snatching at Liu Li like an eagle's talons. Yin Changsheng had anticipated Qin Sang's landing spot. The hand moved with extreme speed, giving them no time to dodge further.

It was somewhat similar to the secret technique the cultivator surnamed Yue had employed during the body-cleansing pool trial. However, this white hand was smaller than the one used by the cultivator surnamed Yue, yet far more solidified. Its speed and power were beyond comparison to anything the cultivator surnamed Yue could produce.

"Another top-tier secret technique!" Qin Sang sighed inwardly. Xuanyuan Palace must have countless secret techniques in its collection. Yin Changsheng, as its Palace Master, truly earned his position; top-tier secret techniques emerged endlessly, leaving Qin Sang only able to exhaustedly react.

Poof!

The great hand was as swift as lightning. In that critical moment, a flicker of determination appeared in Qin Sang's eyes. Immediately afterward, a silvery-white thread of lightning shot out from Qin Sang's dantian. It moved with incredible speed, striking the palm of the great hand first.

Snap!

The great hand froze, then disintegrated instantly, vanishing at a visible speed. Qin Sang and Liu Li were completely unharmed. The seemingly thin and weak thread of lightning had effortlessly broken this divine ability.

Qin Sang could no longer hide. He was forced to reveal another trump card, using the Heavenly Eye Divine Light to resolve the crisis. After the Heavenly Eye Butterfly's advancement, the Heavenly Eye Divine Light had also slightly improved, allowing for even more precise timing. That moment had been the perfect opportunity. In a magical combat, such opportunities were rare, so it wasn't a waste. However, it wasn't a good sign for Qin Sang. Each trump card used was one less he had, and Yin Changsheng would undoubtedly be on guard next time, making it difficult for the technique to be effective again.

The secret technique was inexplicably broken. Yin Changsheng, completely unprepared for this development, froze. His eyes fixed intently on Qin Sang's dantian. The Heavenly Eye Divine Light had appeared too suddenly just now for him to discern whether it was a magic treasure or something else. For a moment, the cave fell into a brief silence.

"Hoo! Hoo!" Qin Sang, with Liu Li, flashed to the other side, breathing heavily. He quickly popped a few spiritual pills into his mouth, knowing it was better than nothing. The Golden Sinking Sword silently flew back. Qin Sang stared intently at the ice coffin, a quiet alarm sounding in his heart. Yin Changsheng's sudden halt was unusual, hinting at something sinister.

"Good!""Very good!"

Yin Changsheng's sinister voice emanated from within the ice coffin. It was not only hoarse but also laden with a stronger sense of madness and a clear undercurrent of anger, making it exceptionally strange. He was utterly tired and enraged by Qin Sang's relentless resistance.

"I never thought anyone in this era could force me to reveal my Hanging Sword Tower!" Yin Changsheng's tone suddenly turned cold.

Qin Sang's eyes narrowed slightly, an ominous premonition rising in his heart. Tong Lingyu clearly didn't understand her own Palace Master well enough!

The next moment, the cold mist inside the ice coffin suddenly churned violently. Yin Changsheng's figure appeared faintly, seeming to rise from within the ice coffin. At the same time, a white light slowly ascended from the ice coffin. Within the white light was an extraordinarily magnificent nine-story miniature tower – Yin Changsheng's core magic treasure, the Hanging Sword Tower!

The Hanging Sword Tower was entirely crystal clear, as if carved from a single block of profound ice, with every decorative pattern exquisitely intricate. All nine stories were hollow, lacking even walls, supported only by four pillars. In the center of each story, a sword hung. The sword bodies, like the Hanging Sword Tower itself, were carved from profound ice and were similar in size and shape. However, each sword bore different engraved patterns and different ancient scripts, which very few people could recognize.

Nine stories, nine hanging swords. Thus, it was named the Hanging Sword Tower.

The moment he saw the Hanging Sword Tower, Qin Sang's expression drastically changed. He genuinely felt his life was in peril.

Another spiritual treasure?