C8 Rakshasa Token
The elder from the Grand One Holy Land's pupils contracted sharply as he let out an involuntary cry of alarm.
"Indeed, it is the Rakshasa Token!"
"Moreover, it's the Yang Token, the one associated with slaughter!"
"This supreme treasure is only possessed by the top three warriors of the Rakshasa Sect. To see it in this person's hands indicates their unwavering resolve to secure those three drops of Divine King Blood Essence!"
Loong San suddenly felt a stroke of luck that he hadn't acquired the three drops of dragon blood.
Otherwise, he might very well be the one confronting the Rakshasa Token at this moment!
"Release me..."
Clutching the Rakshasa Token, the figure in the black robe seemed to regain some composure, peering down at Zhao Xiaoqi with a markedly calmer voice. "Even though I'm unaware of your identity, I'd advise you to be wise..."
"Now, if you let me leave, I won't persist in troubling you. I assure you I'll cease to be a nuisance. But if you're inclined to keep fighting, don't say I didn't warn you!"
"The might of the Rakshasa Token is overwhelmingly terrifying; I can't even control it completely!"
"If you're not inclined to resolve this peacefully, then today we shall both meet our end!"
He hunched within his black robe, his body rigid, not daring to slacken in the slightest.
Had Zhao Xiaoqi not appeared, he would never have backed down!
He wouldn't have spared the individuals from the Grand One Holy Land!
But now, the circumstances had changed!
Thirteenth, who was a whole realm above him, had perished at the hands of this adversary!
His inability to gauge Zhao Xiaoqi's true power meant he dared not cross that final line.
For a brief moment, silence enveloped the scene.
A palpable gloom settled over everyone present.
"Master, are we going to spare this man?" Loong San asked, his face etched with gravity.
As a formidable demon of the East Continent, he was all too aware of the Rakshasa Token's dread power!
There were two tokens, Yin and Yang; the Yin for defense, the Yang for offense!
As one of the mightiest sects in the East Continent, the Rakshasa Sect's Rakshasa Token held a fearsome reputation.
If the Rakshasa Token were unleashed, it could reduce everything within a hundred miles to ashes.
Despite having witnessed Zhao Xiaoqi's formidable power, he harbored doubts about whether Zhao Xiaoqi could withstand the Rakshasa Token.
Meanwhile, the disciples of the Grand One Holy Land wore somber expressions.
The Rakshasa Token, an esteemed relic of the East Continent, possessed a might beyond their wildest dreams, even when not wielded by the Rakshasa Sect's top three warriors.
"I said, let me go!"
The black-robed figure fixed a stern gaze on Zhao Xiaoqi, reluctant to resort to the Rakshasa Token unless absolutely necessary.
Its overwhelming force was beyond his full control; unleashing it could indiscriminately devastate friend and foe alike, without regard for the aftermath.
"Rakshasa Sect, Rakshasa Token?"
"To unleash its power and lay waste to everything within a hundred miles?"
Zhao Xiaoqi eyed the token in the black-robed man's grasp, his interest piqued. Everything he had encountered thus far paled in comparison.
What decision would he make?
The tension was palpable, hearts pounding in the chests of all who stood by, particularly the black-robed figure.
Having seen Thirteen's demise, he yearned to escape this cursed place, vowing never to cross paths with Zhao Xiaoqi again.
"This battle ought to be drawing to a close..."
"Even the Young Master seems to hold the Rakshasa Token in high regard."
"The thought of witnessing its fearsome power turn a hundred-mile radius to rubble is something I'd rather not entertain."
Loong San's relief was fleeting as anxiety quickly reclaimed its grip.
At last, Zhao Xiaoqi broke the silence.
"I gave you the opportunity to leave earlier..."
With a chilling smirk, he faced the Rakshasa Token. "You squandered that chance. From that moment, your fate was sealed—you won't be leaving."
"And another thing..."
Zhao Xiaoqi, arms folded, nodded towards the Rakshasa Token with a sardonic grin. "Is this trinket truly your final card?"
His tone was even, casual, laced with mockery that resonated with all who heard.
"Don't overestimate yourself!"
The black-robed figure tensed, holding the Rakshasa Token before him. "If the Rakshasa Token is activated, we'll all suffer terribly!"
"You..."
Below, Zhao Xiaoqi stood tall and expressionless, gazing up at the man in the sky. The rest of his words tumbled out, "You... can give it a try!"
"This is your doing!"
"I wanted to make things easy for everyone!"
"But you're asking for it. Today, you'll witness the might of the Rakshasa Sect's supreme treasure!"
The black-robed man bellowed, forming a seal with his hand while channeling Origin Energy into the Rakshasa Token.
In a flash, the Token shot from his grasp, the blood-red artifact swelling in the wind. Within moments, it transformed into a colossal structure, hundreds of feet tall, like a mountain spanning the heavens.
A terrifying aura of slaughter roared behind the Rakshasa Token, as if a sea of blood churned in its wake. The sight of mountains of corpses and seas of blood was enough to send shivers down one's spine. Such a scene could only be wrought by a massive slaughter...
The Rakshasa Token vibrated, its imposing form descending with a howl.
"What exactly made you think the Rakshasa Token was so formidable?"
Zhao Xiaoqi remained still below.
Only when the Token loomed large, nearly crushing the land beneath it—when many disciples of the Grand One Holy Land could no longer bear its fearsome force and spat blood—did Zhao Xiaoqi finally extend his palm.
With a single punch, he struck the Rakshasa Token, as massive as a hundred thousand mountains.
"Perish, perish!"
"You cannot fathom the true power of the Rakshasa Token!"
Blood seeped from the black-robed man's mouth and nose, his face twisted in mania. The backlash of forcing the Token's power with his inadequate cultivation was taking its toll.
Yet, in his eyes, it was all worth it.
He was alive, and the young man below would soon be crushed by the Rakshasa Token!
Crack...
But at the moment of his elation, a crisp sound abruptly petrified his expression.
He looked down in horror to see a crack silently spreading across the Rakshasa Token.
He realized with a jolt of fear.
A crack was silently spreading across the Rakshasa Token...
"This thing is just mediocre," Zhao Xiaoqi scoffed, having thought he'd stumbled upon something formidable.
It now appeared that these so-called supreme magical treasures of the East Continent couldn't hold a candle to the durability of his own flesh!
Or perhaps, his body was the mightiest magical treasure under the heavens!
Impervious to all spells!
Unbreakable by any force!
Observing the Rakshasa Token, now fissured under his punch, Zhao Xiaoqi began to channel his strength!
In a flash!
His body unleashed a fearsome might! A Divine Dragon materialized, bellowing a roar skyward as Zhao Xiaoqi's arm muscles rippled, radiating golden light!
The horrifying strength of his physique burst forth in that moment!
Boom!
The already unstable Rakshasa Token stood no chance against such formidable power, disintegrating into dust before the shocked eyes of onlookers.
"Puff!"
The black-robed man, having already overtaxed the Rakshasa Token, was at his last gasp. Feeling Zhao Xiaoqi's overwhelming force descend, he was utterly powerless to resist.
A dragon's roar echoed between heaven and earth!
The Rakshasa Token and the black-robed man vanished from this world in the same breath.
Gulp!
This time, the sound of people swallowing their saliva echoed en masse.
In the East Continent, the infamous Rakshasa Token! And not just any token, but the Yang Token, master of slaughter!
Yet, it was obliterated by a single punch from Zhao Xiaoqi.
Leaving not even a trace behind...
What sort of anomaly was this man?
