Qian Xin brought his wife Ling Yue, saying, "Mr. Qiong Chi, why are you here again? Have you come to return the magical artifact? No need. Once it's been used, it's considered scrapped."
However, Ming Zhi Tian shook his head, his expression grave, "It's not..."
Only then did Qian Xin clearly see that Ming Zhi Tian's clothes were tattered; he had fled in in a sorry state. "You... "
Ming Zhi Tian gasped for breath and said, "There's no time to explain. I know you have other magical artifacts from Zhen Thirteen. Lend me one quickly."
Qian Xin and Ling Yue exchanged glances. Qian Xin asked, "Didn't Shi Zhong Shen already perish? Could it be that even our ancestor's Aurora Sword Intent couldn't annihilate him?"
Ming Zhi Tian's face darkened. "No, Shi Zhong Shen's master possessed him."
"Dong dong dong... Bang bang...!!"
Shi Zhong Shen was constantly bombarding the space-time dimension from the outside, trying to force Ming Zhi Tian out.
Qian Xin glanced at his clan members leisurely relaxing in the camp behind him, then looked at Ming Zhi Tian. "To tell you the truth, there is indeed another True Soul Intent."
Ming Zhi Tian rejoiced, "Bring it quickly."
Qian Xin, however, shook his head. "Unless I die, I will not give you the tribe's sole protective amulet."
Ming Zhi Tian fell into a dilemma, but in his desperation, he quickly thought, "How about this: I'll extract half of my Divine Realm's law power and give it to you as protection. After we repel the enemy, I will create a strongest spell for you. No, ten of them, how about it?"
Qian Xin clutched his chest and shook his head. "No... I can't."
In his understanding, Ming Zhi Tian was in no way comparable to their ancestor Zhen Thirteen; there was no comparison. Otherwise, Ming Zhi Tian wouldn't be asking him for a magical artifact to repel a powerful enemy.
Ming Zhi Tian said, "While this might not match Zhen Thirteen's overbearing strike, it is my Qiong Chi's strongest attack. Protecting the clan? There's a powerful enemy outside. Are you sure you can accurately repel him? You can't! But I can!"
Qian Xin shook his head. "No."
Ming Zhi Tian said, "Do you believe I'll wipe out your clan right now!"
"Are you threatening me?" Qian Xin frowned.
Ming Zhi Tian said, "What? Are you going to use it to kill me? But don't forget, there's a big fellow outside. It's not guaranteed he won't destroy you all."
"Boom boom boom!..."
Shi Zhong Shen continued his relentless assault. As expected, it wouldn't be long before he broke through, with fragments of space falling one after another...
Weighing the pros and cons, Qian Xin could only choose to compromise. "This is the only remaining True Soul Will of our ancestor Zhen Thirteen, which we call the Eternal Strongest Strike!"
Ming Zhi Tian then reached out and condensed a spell, drawing out half of his Divine Realm's law power...
"Ah!!"
Ming Zhi Tian cried out in pain, and then, using his strongest spell, he cast it upon the power, condensing it into a talisman, which he then sealed within a divine artifact.
"Whoosh..."
After finishing this, he handed the divine artifact to Qian Xin. "This is my strongest strike at the one hundred and seventh heaven of the Divine Emperor realm, as a down payment. After repelling Shi Zhong Shen, I will indeed promise to create ten of the strongest spells for your clan's protection."
For the hundredfold benefit and no harm to the clan, and with disaster looming, they had no choice but to compromise, for this was fate, the great calamity of the Son of Nine Dragons that their ancestor Zhen Thirteen had predicted millions of years ago.
...
"Are you looking for me?"
Ming Zhi Tian resolutely appeared before the corrupted Shi Zhong Shen.
Upon seeing Ming Zhi Tian, Shi Zhong Shen's first thought was not about how he would die next, but about the Divine Realm's law power within him and the most perfect Immortal Eye in heaven and earth.
"Hahaha! You talk big even when death is at your doorstep. You're like a duck boiled alive but still stubbornly opening its beak!"