Nine Dragons Heavenly Chariot Talisman

Had he still been standing there, he would already have been a ghost beneath that sword. The cultivator controlling the flying sword shockingly possessed a cultivation in the middle Foundation Establishment stage! It was precisely for this reason that Qin Sang had chosen to flee in Yu Daiyue's direction rather than toward the side with fewer foes. Qin Sang drove his ebony sword to deflect the flying sword, narrowly evading the deadly encirclement. Ahead, he saw Yu Daiyue and a young man in black martial attire flying toward him; both were at the early Foundation Establishment stage. At this moment, having taken the brunt of the lightning, Qin Sang was charred all over, his flesh torn and mangled, his face deathly pale, and his aura erratic and feeble. By all appearances, he was gravely injured. Yet his eyes were piercingly bright as he stared fixedly at Yu Daiyue. It was as though he were silently demanding... *Why?* Yu Daiyue averted his eyes, showing a hint of reluctance. "Junior Brother Qin, hand over the treasure you obtained in the Heavenly Corpse Cave, and I can promise you a quick death!" *The Heavenly Corpse Cave?* *Aside from that Heavenly Corpse Token, what other treasure did I get that I don't even know about myself?* The thought flashed through Qin Sang's mind, but his movement did not pause in the slightest. As if he had not heard Yu Daiyue at all, his hand abruptly rose and snapped open to reveal the Yin-Yang Compass nestled in his palm. Aimed squarely at the two men, the yin-yang fish motif at its center spun rapidly, faintly flashing with black light. Yu Daiyue and the young man in black were both startled. Qin Sang's cultivation was a sub-realm higher than theirs, and even with him severely injured, neither dared show the slightest negligence. A trapped beast would fight to the death; even if they managed to kill Qin Sang, one of them might be dragged down with him. Since Qin Sang had been heavily wounded by the spirit talisman, wearing him down gradually would guarantee his capture. Neither man wanted to risk his own life. Seeing the black light shoot from the compass, each summoned his magic tool to mount a full defense. In Yu Daiyue's hand was an octagonal bronze mirror, while the youth's magic tool was a seven-colored parasol. As the black light struck, the youth's expression changed slightly, and with a snap, he flared open the seven-colored parasol to shield his body. Yu Daiyue had never seen Qin Sang's Yin-Yang Compass and was equally cautious. Light gleamed across his bronze mirror, but rather than counterattacking, he held it before himself just like the youth. The next instant, the black light arrived. *Bang!* The black beam failed to pierce the seven-colored parasol or the octagonal mirror, but neither man had anticipated the immense repulsive force it carried. Their bodies jolted uncontrollably, thrown backward at an angle, and their tight blockade cracked open. Simultaneously, Qin Sang drew a sharp breath, a flush of crimson rushing to his face as he surged forward right behind the black light, seizing that sliver of an opening to break out of the encirclement. To all appearances, he was putting everything into grasping this slim chance to flee for his life, lacking even the time to retrieve his ebony sword. It seemed that to save his life, Qin Sang was willing to abandon his life spirit sword. "Quick! Don't let him get away!" Yu Daiyue and the young man hurriedly shook off the residual force and steadied themselves, but it was already too late to block Qin Sang, prompting an anxious shout. The middle Foundation Establishment cultivator appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with sinister, hawkish eyes and a long scar running across his face—whether intentionally kept or not, it gave him an exceptionally ferocious countenance. Having failed with his initial strike, the scarred man had not even reached them before seeing Qin Sang break free. His brow furrowed deeply, and he let out a cold snort, silently cursing the two as useless fools. "Wounded by my Thunderclap Talisman, let's see how far you can run!" Sneering, the scarred man recalled his flying sword, mounted it as sword light erupted, and pursued at a speed far exceeding Qin Sang's evasion technique. Unexpectedly, just as Qin Sang seemed poised to slip entirely past Yu Daiyue and the youth, he came to an abrupt halt. Turning around, he faced the scarred man hurtling toward him! Immediately afterward, a vast, primordial flood dragon roar shook the surroundings. Under six stunned eyes, a flood dragon soul flew out from Qin Sang's sea of qi, soaring into the sky amid deafening roars. With the flood dragon coiling around him, Qin Sang left behind an afterimage, shooting forward like a bolt of lightning at a speed far beyond what any of the three could have imagined, closing the distance to the scarred man in an instant. Over the past three years, the Nine Dragons Heavenly Chariot Talisman had been constantly nurtured; its cracks had completely vanished, and the flood dragon spirit soul had returned to its peak. Wielding this talisman, Qin Sang was not a bit slower than Yunyouzi's spirit bamboo flying boat, boasting an escape speed comparable to late Foundation Establishment. With the Nine Dragons Heavenly Chariot Talisman, if Qin Sang truly wished to flee, they certainly could not stop him. Yet after breaking free of the encirclement, he had only two choices. One was to cut his losses and make a clean escape, after which he could deal with Yu Daiyue at his leisure—whether by taking action himself or reporting the matter to the sect. However, that would expose the Nine Dragons Heavenly Chariot Talisman. Even if Yu Daiyue and his companions failed to recognize it on the spot, any deliberate inquiry would unearth clues, leaving behind a fatal vulnerability for Qin Sang. The second option was to do as he had when turning the tables on Luo Xingnan: flee first, feign exhaustion, and then secretly activate a talisman treasure or the Ten Directions Yanluo Array. Yet the two situations were fundamentally different! Back then, he had only been at the early Foundation Establishment stage, and Luo Xingnan, confident in his own talisman treasure and not fearing the jade ruyi, had grown somewhat careless. Furthermore, Luo Xingnan had been alone, and Qin Sang had Shangguan Lifeng as an ally. This time, the circumstances were completely reversed. He was all by himself, whereas the enemy consisted of three cultivators at peak strength who could support one another from multiple angles. Once they formed a complete formation, even the Ten Directions Yanluo Banners might not be enough to kill all three. Moreover, Yu Daiyue knew he possessed a talisman treasure and would certainly be exceedingly vigilant, making a successful sneak attack almost impossible. Therefore, the moment the ambush began, Qin Sang had made up his mind: striking now, while the three were divided on opposite sides, was his best opportunity. And the first target Qin Sang chose was neither Yu Daiyue nor the youth in black, but the sole middle Foundation Establishment cultivator. For he had only one chance; once the Nine Dragons Heavenly Chariot Talisman and the Yin-Yang Compass were revealed, catching them off guard again would be nearly impossible. To catch bandits, capture their king! As long as he killed this man, the tide would turn, and the other two would no longer pose a threat. Only now did Yu Daiyue and the others realize that Qin Sang's injuries were not as severe as they appeared. Back when Qin Sang had been enveloped by the pillar of light, none of them had witnessed the baleful corpse taking the brunt of the blow as a scapegoat. The most terrified was the scarred man. The instant Qin Sang turned around, he had sensed danger and his inner alarms blared, yet he had never imagined Qin Sang could move so swiftly. In a flash, the scarred man's vision blurred, and Qin Sang was already bearing down upon him at extreme speed. Caught in the middle of a full-speed pursuit, the scarred man found it impossible to arrest his momentum and retreat on a whim. Making matters worse, the Yin-Yang Compass in Qin Sang's palm flipped over. White light burst forth. The scarred man felt an overwhelming suction seize him, impossible to shake off. Far from stopping, he was dragged forward even faster. The distance between them vanished in an eyeblink. Qin Sang's face was right before his eyes, his chilling gaze piercing straight into the man's heart. Faced with this dire situation, after a brief moment of panic, the scarred man's expression twisted into something even more savage.