Chapter 83: Chapter 84 Binding Rope
After Ye Xin and the others left the house, they arrived at the long street by the entrance, where Lin Qian and Fu Heng were locked in combat at this very moment on the bluestone street.
But, in the eyes of Ye Xin and the others, Fu Heng was simply being unilaterally abused.
Although Fu Heng was the one currently on the offensive, wielding a fully armed crimson longsword, he swung it rapidly, tracing blood-red paths in the air before him.
At the same time, as he swung his sword, scarlet Sword Qi also bombarded continuously, a storm-like offensive assaulting Lin Qian.
In the face of such a relentless, violent onslaught, Lin Qian hardly seemed to be exerting any effort in their eyes. He simply extended one hand, condensing reddish-gold Thunder Soul Power, creating a barrier in front of him.
The barrier of reddish-gold Thunder Soul Power appeared to be impregnable, effortlessly warding off all of Fu Heng’s attacks.
Fu Heng’s powerful, continuous offensive could only create slight ripples upon the barrier of reddish-gold Thunder Soul Power.
“Ha… ha…” After a while, Fu Heng gasped for air, stopping his attack in despair, for he knew that whatever he did was in vain.
In his eyes, Lin Qian’s strength was terrifyingly overwhelming, and none of his soul skills could cause even the slightest injury to him.
“Uh, where’s Zhu Xiaojia?” Seeing the group emerge from the house, Lin Qian curiously asked.
“I killed him,” Ye Xin replied.
Lin Qian silently nodded, then turned to look at Fu Heng again, “Fu Heng, do you want to die now, or are you preparing to die?”
With that, Lin Qian condensed a sabre of reddish-gold Sword Qi with his Thunder Soul Power and began to walk slowly toward Fu Heng.
“Lin Qian, you should know, if you dare kill me, my grandmother will never let you go. Your master, the War Emperor, even if he’s not dead, is probably close to it. Do you think he can protect you?” Seeing Lin Qian approaching him, Fu Heng quickly shouted, threatening him.
Lin Qian laughed scornfully, “But my fiancee’s master is the Sword Saint of the Divine Sword Sect. I think she wouldn’t simply stand by and do nothing.”
“Ha ha ha, her so-called great master is in no position to protect herself, let alone care for you,” Fu Heng laughed in response to Lin Qian’s words.
Lin Qian frowned and looked over at Ye Xin, noticing that her face also showed a trace of sorrow.
“Moreover, my body bears a secret technique placed by my grandmother; if I die, it will leave a mark on you,” Fu Heng taunted Lin Qian, “No matter where you flee, my grandmother will be able to find you.”
“Not only that, you will be cursed to suffer the torment of a heart-eaten by endless ants, causing your cultivation to weaken!” As he spoke, a sinister smile appeared on Fu Heng’s face, “Cultivating to the Nirvana Realm, and moreover, twelve cycles of Nirvana, I suspect is not easy. If your cultivation fell, tsk tsk…”
“Little Qian, his grandmother spent a hundred years of her lifespan to cast this secret technique on him,” Ye Xin, not far away, sighed, “Don’t act rashly.”
“Come kill me, come on!” Fu Heng laughed as he looked up, provocatively crooking his finger at Lin Qian.
Lin Qian looked at the defiant Fu Heng and shook his head helplessly, retracting the reddish-gold Thunder Soul Power back into his body, and the Sword Qi in his hand also dissipated with a bang.
Seeing this scene, Fu Heng’s expression became even more triumphant, and he called out to Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei, “You two, come over here.”
Clearly, Fu Heng believed he had Lin Qian completely figured out.
However, Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei, watched by Ding Zhirong and Zhao Haiming, dared not move a step because they could clearly sense that their opponents had their energy tightly locked onto them.
“Now, your Soul Power is greatly depleted, any of my subordinates could kill you with ease, there’s no need for me to take action personally,” Lin Qian suddenly spoke up. As he finished speaking, multiple whistling sounds were heard, and suddenly eight Swift Soldiers appeared around them.
The Swift Soldiers who had been summoned from within the Huaxia Empire, nine followed Zhao Long when he left, with the rest almost completely wiped out in the Dead Tree Forest, but there were still eight.
Seeing the appearance of the eight Swift Soldiers, Ye Xin and others’ eyes lit up, they had almost forgotten about this fact.
If the Swift Soldiers made a move instead of Lin Qian personally intervening, what difference would it make?
“How is it possible, how can there be so many additional people coming out from ancient relics?” Seeing the sudden appearance of the Swift Soldiers caused Fu Heng’s previously triumphant face to change drastically as he bellowed.
Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei also had drastic changes in their expressions.
These eight mysterious figures with the aura of the Ninth Level of the Nirvana Realm were clearly summoned by Lin Qian, probably having been nearby all along.
Now they thought that if Lin Qian had really been poisoned without a cure, these eight were unlikely to have any significant advantage.
“Of course, your life is not even worth one of my men,” Lin Qian disdainfully said.
Even though these Swift Soldiers were the lowest rank of soldiers, numerous and exceedingly cheap to produce, in Lin Qian’s eyes, to waste one of his soldiers on a trash like Fu Heng was utterly not worth it.
“By the way, I have many interesting Soul Devices, one of which can shield against things within curses, or even rebound them. Wearing such a Soul Device, killing you would have absolutely no effect on me.”
“I also have another interesting Soul Device, capable of preserving the secret techniques on your body and then injecting them into disciples of the Shengtian Sect. At that time, your grandmother will probably be causing trouble for them instead. And I can just sit back and watch the fight.”
Lin Qian’s words caused Fu Heng’s heart to sink to rock bottom as he shook his head persistently, “Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could you possess such extraordinary Soul Devices?”
“Little Qian, this could trigger a war between the Divine Sword Sect and the Shengtian Sect,” Ye Xin hurried to Lin Qian’s side, whispering softly, “Master, the Divine Sword Sect has been kind to me, let me take action.”
Lin Qian laughed and waved his hand to reassure Ye Xin, “Don’t worry, I’m just saying so. In fact, I already have a good idea on how to deal with Fu Heng.”
After speaking, Lin Qian turned his hand over, and suddenly, a golden hemp rope appeared in his palm.
Since the Huaxia Empire underwent changes after the crossover, the game props from Lin Qian’s previous life all turned into Soul Devices, and this golden hemp rope was one of them, named the Binding Rope.
Even though it was also a low-level prop, according to the current rank classification known by Lin Qian, it was considered an Upper C Soul Device.
Fu Heng was now greatly depleted and simply couldn’t escape the Binding Rope.
Lin Qian infused Soul Power into the Binding Rope in his hand and threw it towards Fu Heng. Mid-air, the Binding Rope twisted like a golden snake, rushing towards the target at high speed.
Fu Heng saw the need to dodge but Lin Qian scoffed, suddenly stomped his foot, and a piece of shattered bluestone flew up, which he grasped and violently flung at the opponent’s knee.
“Ah!” Fu Heng screamed in agony, falling to his knees, while the golden Binding Rope wrapped around him in circles, suddenly tightened, and firmly bound him.