Chapter 471: Virtual Sky Thunder

After a fierce entanglement, an unexpected scene unfolded.

Amidst the chaotic battle, a sharp 'snap' suddenly echoed, signaling the complete destruction of a talisman treasure that had exhausted its power. To everyone's surprise, it was the handsome young man's black hammer that shattered first! Qin Sang's blue mirror, though significantly dimmer than when the fight began, continued to hold its ground.

The handsome young man froze in disbelief. He had never imagined that his own talisman treasure would be the first to fail, especially since he had only used it twice, whereas Qin Sang's blue mirror had clearly seen much more use. This unforeseen situation nearly disoriented him, and he frantically fumbled for another talisman paper from his satchel.

The moment the black hammer shattered, Qin Sang's eyes lit up; he knew his opportunity had arrived. Seeing the handsome young man scrambling and, to his surprise, pulling out another talisman treasure, a flicker of disdain crossed Qin Sang's face.

The battle raged fiercely. With his opponent pressing hard, there was no way he would be given the chance to prepare another talisman treasure, unless he possessed some extraordinary method to buy himself time.

The blue mirror talisman treasure clearly had little power remaining. If he could just maintain his composure and use other magical artifacts to endure this period, once the talisman shattered, both would be back on equal footing. Given the handsome young man's respectable cultivation and abundant treasures, this shouldn't have been difficult. Yet, any cultivator with even a year of experience in the Chaotic Islands region would know better than to make such a blunder.

"Go!" Qin Sang commanded in a low voice. He manipulated the blue mirror, sending it tracing a blue arc through the air. Taking advantage of the handsome young man's momentary stupor, it launched an unexpectedly cunning assault.

Only then did the handsome young man realize his folly. His expression panicked as he put away the talisman treasure and hastily summoned a flying sword to intercept the blue mirror. This flying sword was peculiar: the front half of its blade split into two distinct tips, resembling a fork. Qin Sang had previously experienced its power and knew it was no less formidable than the Cold Gold Sword.

As the blue mirror approached the flying sword, it not only didn't dodge but actually accelerated, its brilliant blue light suggesting it was deliberately crashing into the sword.

'Boom!' The blue mirror shattered into countless fragments. The flying sword was sent spiraling away, tumbling through the air. One of its bifurcated tips was visibly broken, and a striking crack marred its blade. At the exact moment of impact, Qin Sang had channeled all of the talisman treasure's remaining power, aiming to amplify its destructive force and obliterate the handsome young man's flying sword. The outcome was a testament to one's hurried reaction versus the other's meticulous planning, and it certainly didn't disappoint Qin Sang.

The handsome young man's face went ashen. His spiritual connection to the flying sword meant he inevitably suffered damage. The sword was clearly unusable now, and to add insult to injury, the Cold Gold Sword swiftly followed. Qin Sang was clearly not content with merely destroying his flying sword; he had already prepared his next move.

Fortunately, the handsome young man wasn't entirely foolish. Ignoring the fallen flying sword, he hastily retrieved a precious mirror, similar in appearance to the blue mirror, and hurled it with force. Unexpectedly, the moment it flew, a beam of white light suddenly locked onto it. Under the magnetic force of the Yin-Yang Compass, the mirror momentarily froze. This brief delay was precisely what prevented it from blocking the Cold Gold Sword in time.

'Whoosh!' The biting sword qi stung the handsome young man's eyes, carrying the chilling scent of death. His face contorted in terror, he cried out as his magical robe suddenly shattered, releasing a puff of white mist. In the nick of time, this mist shifted the handsome young man about a foot sideways, allowing him to narrowly evade the Cold Gold Sword's lethal blow.

'Swish!' The Cold Gold Sword grazed the handsome young man's arm, leaving a sword wound deep enough to expose bone. He screamed, his figure recoiling swiftly. Clutching his wound, he glared at Qin Sang with profound resentment, his face still betraying lingering shock.

'Another superb magical artifact,' Qin Sang thought with an inward sigh. 'You might as well be called the Daoist of Many Treasures.' Though his strike had failed to kill the handsome young man, Qin Sang remained undeterred and composed. He recalled the Ebony Sword, pressing relentlessly, steadily narrowing the handsome young man's evasion space.

As the saying goes, one wrong step leads to another. With Qin Sang having seized the initiative, the handsome young man could only evade clumsily, finding it increasingly difficult. After dodging a sword, he swiftly maneuvered, and for a fleeting moment, his back was to Qin Sang, and his gaze met Yu Shanting's.

In that brief moment, their eyes met. The handsome young man's gaze flickered, and he slightly lowered his head, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes. Seizing the opportunity before the Cold Gold Sword could return, he suddenly raised the precious saber he had just drawn. The saber surged with sharp energy as he unleashed a full-powered slash towards Qin Sang. Simultaneously, his other hand brushed his waist, and a grey spherical bead dropped into his palm.

Qin Sang noted the handsome young man's peculiar actions, his heart growing wary. His gaze quickly swept over and landed on the silver-white bead. This perfectly round, flawless bead was no larger than a dragon's eye, occasionally flashing with a slender, silvery-white light, like a tiny bolt of lightning.

The silver-white bead lay quietly in the handsome young man's palm, appearing unassuming and lacking the overt aura of other powerful artifacts; it was truly understated. Yet, the moment Qin Sang saw it, his expression abruptly changed. This inconspicuous bead filled him with a terrifying sense of dread. Qin Sang had only experienced such a feeling a few times in his entire life, and each instance had been when he was teetering on the edge of life and death.

If the handsome young man were to unleash this silver-white bead, Qin Sang realized, he might die! This thought, sudden and unbidden, deeply ingrained itself in his mind.

In that instant, the hairs on his body stood on end. Qin Sang's pupils abruptly contracted as he stared intensely at the silver-white bead in the handsome young man's hand, his mind racing. What was this object? He had never heard of anything like it.

He watched as spiritual power surged in the handsome young man's palm, furiously converging on the silver-white bead. The young man's eyes were utterly crazed, and a chilling sneer twisted his lips.

'He absolutely cannot be allowed to unleash it!' Qin Sang screamed internally, casting all other concerns aside. He made an instant decision, activating the Ebony Sword without hesitation.

Though it sounds like a lengthy process, it all transpired in a mere flash. Qin Sang was never one to lack decisiveness.

Just then, Qin Sang suddenly heard Granny Jing's voice: "Careful! It's the Void Heaven Thunder!"

The Void Heaven Thunder! So that was it! A sudden realization dawned on Qin Sang, and he thought, 'No wonder! It's the Void Heaven Thunder from the Void Spirit Sect!'

Qin Sang had first learned about the Void Heaven Thunder from Shopkeeper Wu and had heard rumors of it several times over the years, but he had never actually seen one, which explained his inability to recognize it. The Void Heaven Thunder is a single-use magical artifact akin to the Profound Yin Thunder, but its power is infinitely greater. It is rumored to be capable of severely injuring even Golden Core cultivators, marking it as an exceptionally formidable weapon.

The Void Heaven Thunder is the Void Spirit Sect's most prized treasure. Rumors claim that even the Void Spirit Sect hasn't been able to forge a true Void Heaven Thunder for a considerable time. Some speculate that its forging method has been lost, while others believe it's simply too difficult, and no one in the sect currently possesses the skill. In any case, there has been no news of a Void Heaven Thunder appearing in the Minor Cold Region for a long time, and even the Void Spirit Sect's own disciples rarely speak of it.

Who would have thought that this handsome young man, a disciple of the Primal Illusion Sect, would possess a Void Heaven Thunder!