“Impressive!” Quinn Shepherd activated the Heaven-Forging Demon Art, sealing his own soul and spirit, his heart filled with vigilance.
The Loulan Golden Palace’s cultivation method was extremely sinister—it used souls to train, whether from humans, monsters, or divine beasts, all could be refined.
Ben Coates’s gaze was no ordinary look—within his eyes was a soul-targeting divine art. With a single glance, the technique would already strike the opponent’s soul; if unguarded, one could truly be killed by his stare!
The Heaven-Forging Demon Art was precisely suited to counter such soul-attacking divine arts. Of course, this was also because Ben Coates’s eye technique wasn’t yet so powerful that even the Heaven-Forging Demon Art couldn’t defend against it.
If his eye technique targeted the flesh or the dao-heart instead of the soul, then even the Heaven-Forging Demon Art wouldn’t be able to block it.
“Heavenblade’s knife art?”
Ben Coates’s raised eyebrow relaxed again. He said, “There’s such a technique in the Heaven Record Tower?”
“Not in the Heaven Record Tower, but I have it.” Quinn smiled, then raised his hand to grip the handle of his butcher knife.
As soon as his hand grasped the handle, all the books and papers in the Six Directions Hall rustled and flipped, as if an invisible giant had swung a blade and stirred up a wild wind!
Opposite him, Ben Coates’s facial skin was whipped into wrinkles by the gale, and a few strands of hair silently snapped off.
The two shamans grew even grimmer, their hands trembling. Suddenly, one shaman began to glow with golden light—his head morphing into that of a bird. He screeched, “That’s because I wasn’t in the Golden Palace! I was out traveling! If I’d been there, ten of you wouldn’t have survived!”
Behind them, the scholars from Six Directions Hall caught up, shocked by Quinn’s story—some even horrified.
Though classmates with Quinn, none had known he’d once stormed the Loulan Golden Palace, let alone slaughtered so many of its elite shamans!
"I get it now!"
Wes Young suddenly blurted out, “I know who defeated the Dao Child and Buddha Child!”
Ethan Qin, Wayne Shen, and the others were stunned. “You mean when the Dao Child and Buddha Child tried to block the gate, it was Cult Master Quinn who drove them off?”
Elias Yun said, “No wonder—really, no wonder! I kept wondering who could have beaten the Buddha Child and Dao Child and left without a name. Turns out it was Cult Master Quinn!”
Serena Yunxiang frowned, a bit disgruntled, muttering, “The Buddha Child was clearly defeated by me…”
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“This is the Six Directions Hall—a place for cultivating Six Directions and opening Divine Treasuries, not for fighting and brawling.”
Claire Yue whispered, “Not long ago, the Crown Prince tried to murder the emperor and seize the throne. I heard it was Cult Master Quinn who led the Heavenly Saint—Heavenly Demon Cult’s experts into the capital, and personally beheaded the prince at the Heaven Altar!”
As they traded rumors, everyone grew more and more shocked—this classmate Quinn had done so many earth-shattering things.
Abbess Huifa glared at them. “Enough wild speculation! And keep your distance from Cult Master Quinn—he’s still the master of the Heavenly Demon Cult. Especially you, Serena—if you get too close and he pulls you into the cult, your life will be ruined!”
Serena Yunxiang sighed helplessly. “Got it. I’ll make sure to keep my distance.”
Abbess Huifa called out, “Cult Master Quinn, this is the Imperial Academy, not your Heavenly Demon Cult. The Academy has its own rules, and Everpeace has its own laws—show some restraint!”
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Quinn glanced at the two Loulan Golden Palace shamans and said leisurely, “I’ve been to Loulan Golden Palace. One pill knocked out almost every shaman there—scared your Shaman King into fleeing. Weren’t you two knocked out by me as well?”
The two shamans’ faces turned grim, saying nothing.
“Or maybe I beat you up?”
Quinn thought for a moment—he had no impression of them. Shaking his head, he said, “Probably because I killed too many people at Loulan Golden Palace. I don’t remember you two. On that golden road, corpse after corpse rolled down, blood staining the gold. With two swings of my blade, I cut through the outer disciples, then the inner disciples, then the Shaman Master’s own followers. How many shamans did I kill? A hundred? If not a hundred, at least eighty. I slaughtered so many that the Golden Palace’s shamans lost their nerve—none dared move.”
In that piercing cry, the shaman’s wings unfurled—brilliant gold feathers rustling as countless golden feather-swords shot out, converging in streams that stabbed toward Quinn from all directions.
At the same time, the shaman’s legs twisted into golden bird talons—razor-sharp, able to split stone—lunging for Quinn’s head!
“Transformations from the Witch-Venerable Golden Palace Canon—interesting. You’re a disciple of the Witch Venerable, and you’ve mastered true divine arts.”
Quinn’s eyes gleamed; behind him, his two butcher knives sprang into his hands. A thunderous flurry of blows rang out—like a raging storm—blade light erupting to slice through the golden sword-rain!
The blade light was like a cascading bolt, stretching three zhang and seven chi—one horizontal, one vertical, a single line of heaven and earth—cleaving off one of the bird-taloned legs.
In the next instant, Quinn slipped in close, reversing his grip on the knife.
He unleashed Blade Out of the Forbidden Court.
The blade rose—splitting the chest, spilling his guts.
Before the corpse hit the ground, the second shaman’s body swelled, morphing into a giant with an elephant’s head and fists like hills. He hurled a punch at Quinn.
Quinn tossed aside his blade, spun, and erupted his yuanqi. His hairband snapped with a crack, and his jet-black hair shot straight up under the force of his vital energy.
Boom!
Their fists collided, muscles rippling and jumping—some bulging and twisting beneath the skin like coiling pythons.
Quinn’s yuanqi coiled around him like an azure dragon; his Nine-Dragon Emperor Art and Grand Buddha Mahayana Scripture ignited almost simultaneously, conjuring the image of a seated Buddha wreathed in dragons. With another thunderous boom, he unleashed a second punch.
The shaman, now a golden elephant god, possessed overwhelming strength—each punch and kick like a world-splitting giant.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Their fists collided three times. Quinn withdrew his punch, dissipating his terrifying aura as his rippling muscles calmed. The elephant-headed shaman roared, swinging another massive punch at Quinn’s face, the force whipping up a gale.
But before the blow could land, a series of cracking detonations erupted inside the shaman’s body—every bone snapped, every muscle collapsed, his yuanqi shattered. He dropped to the ground like a pile of rotten meat, barely breathing.
Quinn’s three punches had carried force and intent straight into his body, pulverizing bone, muscle, and energy all at once!
Behind them, the scholars from Six Directions Hall stared, dumbstruck, frozen in place. Abbess Huifa felt a chill run through her—Quinn was a lawless butcher, killing two foreign envoys with three punches and two knives, right inside the Imperial Academy!
Quinn ignored them, turning to Ben Coates with a mild smile—looking nothing like a ruthless killer. “So, who’s coming to drag away the corpses and wash the ground? Little prince, are my skills adequate? Tempted to make a move yet?”