Chapter 1211: Together Hurting Each Other

This altar was refined using a unique method of the Spirit Tribe. It required killing intent to activate and, more importantly, involved the secrets of soul oracles. How could a master teacher achieve this?

Emperor Qingtian felt like he was going insane.

Others might not know how terrifying this object was, but he knew it very well. Once activated, it could imprison human souls, making it difficult for even Aperture Realm experts to resist.

*Sizzle, sizzle!* Before his shock subsided, he felt the suction growing stronger. His hovering soul could no longer be controlled; it was firmly drawn to the altar, as if it could be transported to the other side at any moment.

"You're asking for death..." Filled with shock and fear, knowing he had fallen for the guy's trick, Emperor Qingtian roared. His soul suddenly stretched out a hand, grasping directly at the spirit form hovering in the air.

Before his hand even reached it, he saw that the spirit form, completely unaffected by the altar, shimmered slightly and entered the golden body.

"I refined this golden body... Your death is but a thought away!" Infuriated that the other party had escaped, Emperor Qingtian roared again. With a mental command, the golden body's acupuncture points instantly closed, and its internal energy boiled, as if it could explode at any moment.

He had successfully refined the golden body, and a single thought was enough to make it self-destruct. Closing the acupuncture points was a way to trap the soul inside, preventing escape. Zhang Xuan had used this exact method to kill King Yu Ye in the past.

"You don't need to bother..." Zhang Xuan's voice rang out. Immediately, with a *rip!*, the golden body split directly down the middle, like clothes being torn apart.

His soul body emerged instantly, appearing ten meters tall. In the past, if he had been trapped inside the golden body with his acupuncture points sealed, he wouldn't have been able to escape. However, his soul had been shrunk by the Heaven's Path Soul Art. Once it expanded back to its original size, it was like trying to fit an elephant into a sack; the latter naturally couldn't withstand it and was torn open on the spot.

"This is your soul body... How can it be so big...?" Seeing Zhang Xuan tear the golden body in half, Emperor Qingtian was stunned. As a soul oracle, he knew the implications of a large soul body. This one, directly reaching ten meters... How powerful must his soul energy be?

"Wait, you're... a soul oracle?" He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing, and his pupils contracted.

Only soul oracles possessed such powerful soul bodies. Wasn't the other party a master teacher? How did he become a soul oracle as well? He was starting to go crazy.

The soul oracle lineage had been eradicated. He had paid an immeasurable price to learn it, yet this master teacher, a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius, also knew it... It simply subverted all his understanding.

"Don't be nervous..." Seeing his composure break, Zhang Xuan offered a comforting remark. He took two steps to stand before the emperor's body, which was stiffly rooted to the spot. With a mental command, his soul shrunk back to human size and entered through the space between the eyebrows.

"What are you doing?!" Seeing this, Emperor Qingtian was filled with anxiety.

That was his physical body. If the other party's soul entered it, it would be equivalent to soul possession, leaving his own soul nowhere to go!

"I told you, don't be nervous. Didn't you just teach me how to use the golden body without a soul? I'm just trying to see if I can possess your physical body..." As he spoke, his soul smoothly entered Emperor Qingtian's body. Soon after, the eyes opened, and the neck was twisted.

"Hmm, I tried it... and it feels pretty good!" The "Emperor Qingtian" grinned, raised a palm, and slammed it toward the soul body on the altar.

*Boom!* Killing intent surged, and power boiled like a raging river.

"So powerful!" Feeling the strength that this physical body brought, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but exclaim.

Although he had one or two dozen puppets refined from Spirit Tribe corpses in his storage ring, they were vastly inferior to this one, not even on the same level. One was like a vast ocean, the other a mere stream.

"You..." Emperor Qingtian felt like he was about to explode.

He never imagined that he, the dignified emperor of the Spirit Tribe, would be played for a fool. The most crucial part was that his own physical body was being used to attack his own soul! Whether his physical body or soul was injured, it would be a devastating disaster for him!

"Damn it!" Knowing that if he didn't resist, his soul would surely be slapped to death, Emperor Qingtian moved his mind. A surge of wild power immediately condensed and clashed with the physical body's palm strike.

*Boom!* As the two forces collided, the physical body controlled by Zhang Xuan involuntarily staggered back seven or eight steps.

"Impressive! I didn't expect you to be a true Aperture Realm expert!" Zhang Xuan couldn't help but exclaim.

He had thought Emperor Qingtian would at most be like King Tian Ye, reaching only a pseudo-Aperture Realm. He never imagined that his soul body had undergone the lightning tribulation and was a true Aperture Realm expert!

Soul oracles' souls were Yin-aligned, making it even harder for them to endure lightning tribulations than normal primordial spirits. His success demonstrated terrifying and astonishing talent.

"Get out of my body!" Ignoring Zhang Xuan's surprise, Emperor Qingtian roared again. His soul grabbed at the air, and Zhang Xuan immediately felt the surrounding atmosphere become constrained, making further attacks difficult.

This confinement was somewhat similar to what Hall Master Gou had used previously, but its power was several times greater. If Hall Master Gou had been able to unleash such strength before, Zhang Xuan would have certainly admitted defeat and failed the challenge.

With his physical body restrained, Zhang Xuan immediately felt a massive tearing force sweep over him, as if his soul was being forcibly ripped from the body.

"Don't worry, I'll come out..." Knowing the other party was using some technique to forcefully pull him out, Zhang Xuan shook his head. He quickly flipped his palm and struck "his own" chest.

The body reeled back, staggering repeatedly, and spat out a mouthful of blood. The physical body was nearly beaten to death on the spot.

"You..." Emperor Qingtian trembled uncontrollably.

Could he be any more shameless? That was *his* physical body...

Righteously indignant and at a loss for words, he watched as the other party struck the chest again. More blood spurted out...

"Stop!" Firmly held by the altar's suction and unable to escape, Emperor Qingtian roared loudly.

If the other party kept hitting like this, his physical body would truly be destroyed. Even if his soul escaped, it would be like a stray dog, and his strength would inevitably be greatly reduced.

"You stop first, and I'll stop..." Ignoring the emperor's roars, Zhang Xuan raised his palm again, ready to strike at any moment.

"Alright, I'll stop..." His face filled with hatred, Emperor Qingtian retracted his outstretched hand, his teeth almost grinding to dust.

He had no choice but to stop. If he continued the attack, he truly feared he would be completely ruined. If that happened, even if he got his physical body back, it would be useless.

*Boom!* Just as he retracted the surrounding restraining power and before he could speak, Emperor Qingtian saw a palm strike directly at his head.

He saw that he had stopped, but the other party had not, instead delivering a slap.

"You motherf—!" His soul swayed violently, almost being killed on the spot. Emperor Qingtian felt like he was completely losing his mind.

Since becoming the emperor of the Qingtian lineage, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?! Striking back was not an option, nor was refraining. No matter what he did, he was the one getting hit.

"Stop!" Involuntarily, he used his power again to block the opponent's attack. Just as he was about to do something, he saw the raised palm strike his physical body once more.

*Puff, puff, puff!* This time, the blows were even fiercer. Blood spurted out, and his internal organs seemed to have sustained irreparable damage.

When he withdrew his power, the other party delivered another palm strike to his soul.

This continued repeatedly, and Emperor Qingtian felt his soul body growing weaker and weaker.

A dignified Aperture Realm expert and a soul oracle, he was actually being tormented to the brink of death by someone at Saint 2-dan. He felt like he couldn't hold on any longer!

How... how could someone be so shameless?! Weren't you a master teacher? Shouldn't master teachers adhere to ethics and rules? Who takes over someone else's body to attack their soul like this? How am I supposed to fight?!

"No, this can't go on. Even if my soul survives, my physical body will certainly be crippled..." Having been able to become the emperor of the Qingtian lineage and plan for so long, he was naturally no simple individual.

Although the opponent's method was shameless, it had to be said that it was the most effective way to deal with his current situation. Being afraid to hurt his own body meant he couldn't deliver a fatal blow, leaving the opponent in an unbeatable position, while he could only passively endure the beatings.

Filled with frustration, he endured for a while longer. His soul, severely damaged from the beating, could no longer resist the altar's suction. With a *whoosh!*, it vanished from its spot, absorbed and disappearing from sight.

"Oh no..." Seeing the guy beaten to the point where he couldn't resist the suction and was absorbed by the altar, Zhang Xuan's expression darkened.

The other side of the altar led to the underground palace, where his physical body still was. If this powerful individual were to act there, it would cause considerable trouble.

"I need to get there quickly..." Knowing that further delay could lead to serious trouble, Zhang Xuan, with a mental command, made his soul fly out of the emperor's body. With a flick of his wrist, he stored the body into a storage ring.

He had arrived as a soul and wasn't wearing a ring. This ring belonged to Emperor Qingtian, and by controlling the emperor's physical body, he naturally gained control of the ring.

With no time to examine it closely, he tucked the ring into an inconspicuous corner. Then, his body swayed, and in the next moment, he was before the altar.

*Whoosh!* With a flash of light, he also vanished from the spot.

Emperor Qingtian reappeared in the underground palace.

"What?" "It's a soul oracle!" His soul, carrying a chilling aura, was immediately noticed by Master Wu and the others upon its appearance. They all stood up in unison, full of vigilance.

"So many master teachers?" In that short time, many more master teachers from the Master Teacher Pavilion had arrived, numbering twenty to thirty. These individuals were guarding the area to protect Zhang Xuan, and unexpectedly, they directly "saw" Emperor Qingtian.

"If they catch me, I'm finished..." His scalp prickled with alarm.

Already injured and now facing so many master teachers, even if he was a true Aperture Realm expert, he might well perish.

"Huh? That's his physical body... Excellent! Since you possessed mine, I'll possess yours..." He looked around, pondering his next move, when he suddenly spotted Zhang Xuan's body. Emperor Qingtian's eyes narrowed, and with a *whoosh!*, he darted towards it.

If you're unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust! At worst... we'll just hurt each other!