Chapter 593 Crushing Power (1/2)
Chapter 593: Crushing Power
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Yang Manli and her people followed Han Sen to the Spirit Hall, where Han Sen used his swords to utterly suppress the twin spirits. Through his ceaseless barrage of sword strikes, the twin spirits could not gain ground and push back, and it fell back further and further.
”There is something sinister and malevolent about this Han Sen. He has been in the Second God's Sanctuary for less than a year, so how can he be so powerful? He is somehow managing to suppress two royal spirits simultaneously. And as for what happened earlier...” Zhu Ting bore a strange look, and he seemed to be disturbed by his thoughts.
Pang!
The twin spirits had been pushed back as far as possible, and now had its back to a statue. The pretty faces of the royal spirits looked pale and hopeless.
The silver snake sword and ancient mascot sword were each pressed against a spirit's neck. Seeing both of the spirits down on their knees, with pitiable and saddened looks on their faces, Han Sen felt remarkably happy. Once, these had almost cost him his life by severely injuring him. Today, he was finally able to turn the tides and win back some of the pride he had lost that time.
”Quickly, kill them and grab the spirit stone!” someone shouted from behind.
”There is no rush; I will wait a little longer.” Han Sen did not finish off the spirits yet, he just continued to rest the swords against their necks. He wanted to provide more time for Qi Xiuwen and the rest to slay more creatures for a greater bounty when the day was over.
Although Qi Xiuwen had a curious conflict of interest brewing in his heart, it was something he managed to mostly ignore. With the power of Thunderdevil and the Blackgod Shelter, they were assuredly the strongest force across the Icefield. He thought it was practically guaranteed that he would take the royal shelter for himself. Even if Li Xinglun and Philip wanted to prevent him from taking it over, any attempt at retaliation would be futile. There was absolutely no one who could go up against Thunderdevil.
Finally, Qi Xiuwen found the Spirit Hall. As he approached its entrance, however, he was almost disturbed to notice the complete absence of creatures. Even more unnerving were the half-jovial sounds of human talk resonating from inside.
Qi Xiuwen and Thunderdevil looked at each, acknowledging what they were both thinking. Together, they ran into the Spirit Hall.
With the rest accompanying, a larger host entered the Spirit Hall behind them. Qi Xiuwen's pupils decreased into little beads after he was inside. He saw the people that were supposed to be fighting elsewhere in the spirit shelter reclined in the Spirit Hall. Han Sen already stood next to a statue, reaching out his hand to grab the spirit stone that was embedded within.
”It is the twin spirits!” Qi Xiuwen saw Han Sen holding a gold sword and a silver sword, with the twin spirits standing in concession beneath the blades. He couldn't have been more surprised.
Seeing Han Sen take the two spirit stones, the silver-haired lady and golden-haired lady then ceremoniously knelt before Han Sen. They lowered both of their proud heads and spoke in tandem, ”Yin Princess and Yang Princess are willing to submit and offer absolute loyalty to a new master. We can become the most faithful of servants.”
Everyone else was now on their feet, staring at the princesses who were kneeling and swearing fealty to Han Sen.
This was a pair of princess spirits. It was rare enough to see a royal class spirit make such a vow, but to have two of them do it at the same time was almost unbelievable.
In each of Han Sen's hands rested a spirit stone, one silver and one gold. He placed the stones on the Yin Princess and Yang Princess's foreheads. They then became one with their stones, disappearing into them in a blinding light.
Everyone continued to stand there, just watching. The taking of a royal spirit was something few people would ever see. And for it to be the twin spirits, above all, was something might happen once every one hundred years at best.
When the royal spirits were taken, the creatures inside the shelter lost their reason to remain and defend what was previously their home, and so they fled. A little while later, Li Xinglun and Philip arrived at the Spirit Hall.
”Aren't you guys supposed to be hunting the creatures? What are you doing here?” Han Sen turned to survey the hall with his eyes, which after one long pan, ended up on Qi Xiuwen.