The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

The old servant with the insole-shaped face frowned. He didn't understand who gave Qin Changye the courage to speak so arrogantly even at this point.

He said coldly, "Now, this farce should come to an end."

Qin Changye looked back at him: "Indeed, this farce should end."

In the previous battles, the orange energy and various physical attributes that had been replenished instantly shattered the already precarious cultivation bottleneck.

Fifth level of the King Martial Realm!

Next, Qin Changye stopped concealing his aura and pretending to stagger. He even wiped the bloody medicine off his face and slowly straightened his chest.

The old servant with the insole-like face finally realized something was wrong.

Qin Changye's aura was completely different at this moment!

There was no trace of weakness left, and even this powerful expert at the peak of the seventh level of the King Martial Realm felt a chill run down his spine.

However, having just awakened his Three-Phase Body, the old servant with the insole-shaped face only had a solemn expression and showed no fear.

The great war has begun.

The old servant with the insole-shaped face had the appearance of three fierce tigers on his head, carrying a tangible aura that pressed down on Qin Changye like an overwhelming force.

His cultivation level was still at the peak of the seventh level of the King Martial Realm, but after awakening the Three-Phase Body, the pressure brought by the three fierce tiger forms was enough to make even an eighth-level King Martial Realm being feel dizzy.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Qin Changye caused this vast and tangible power to vanish instantly.

sizzle...

The sound of gasping for air rang out again.

The onlookers finally realized something was wrong.

Qin Changye, who should have been at his wit's end, still had such terrifying methods.

Is this a final burst of energy before death?

Or perhaps Qin Changye was just putting on an act from the beginning, and this was his true strength?

"Stop wasting your breath on him, give it your all and send him straight to hell."

On Tie Jiajun's side, Zhou Tianci's urging voice rang out.

For some reason, his right eyelid twitched again, which was not a good sign.

The old servant with the insole-shaped face nodded fiercely, then waved his hand. The three tiger images above his head instantly transformed into three fully materialized, lifelike tigers, which detached from the area above his head and pounced on Qin Changye with bared fangs and claws.

"The Dharma Form has left the body. I never expected this old man to be so terrifying. He not only cultivated three fierce tiger forms, but also reached the ultimate realm of the Dharma Form."

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Facing the three fierce tigers rushing towards him, the silver eagle on Qin Changye's shoulder, which had shrunk to the size of a sparrow, suddenly opened its eyes and couldn't help but make a move.

But Qin Changye stopped him.

"Wait a little longer, now is not the best time for your grand entrance."

Qin Changye spoke in the animal language.

Upon hearing that there would be a grand appearance later, the silver eagle's beady eyes gleamed with interest.

It had been perched on Qin Changye's shoulder, watching him fight more than a dozen battles in a row, its fighting spirit already ignited, eager to show off its skills.

At the same time, three enormous tiger-like creatures rushed up to Qin Changye, eagerly opening their blood-red mouths at him.

They seemed to want to use Qin Changye's body to fill their gaps.

No sooner said than done.

Qin Changye made a move.

The ink sword was drawn, slashing three times in one strike.

Three sharp sword lights were released almost simultaneously, as if they had eyes, and slashed towards the three-headed tiger.

puff!

puff!

puff!

With three heavy thuds, three sword lights severed the three-headed tiger's form. Its neck, which was much thicker than a water vat, was cut off as easily and casually as three withered blades of grass.

The audience erupted in uproar once again.

They rubbed their eyes frantically, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Qin Changye was clearly at his wit's end, so why was he still able to unleash such a terrifying sword strike!

Those peak experts at the fifth level of the King Martial Realm who were present were even more aware of the terror of the three-headed tiger appearance of the old servant with the insole face.

Even if they tried their best, they would find it difficult to deal with any tiger.

With a single sword strike, Qin Changye secured a triple kill!

This is terrifying!

As it turned out, Qin Changye's previous display of weakness and severe injury was all an act.

The goal was simply to kill more of the top-tier warriors from the barbarian kingdoms.

What's even more terrifying is that Qin Changye is only twenty years old, yet he possesses such terrifying cunning and combat prowess.

"With General Qin at our side, how can our Great Zhou not reach its peak once more?"

The soldiers of the second-generation Zhenbei Army all looked at Qin Changye with eyes overflowing with admiration.

"With such a formidable enemy in our barbarian lands, our future looks bleak!"

On the contrary, the barbarian army, looking at Qin Changye who was as radiant as the sun, had extremely ugly expressions.

Why?

"Why are you so strong?"

Seeing the three-headed tiger that had just been born suddenly have its head cut off, and its headless body quickly dissipate, the old servant with the insole-shaped face completely lost his composure.

The most tragic thing in the world is never having never possessed something, but having possessed it and then losing it.

"You can save that question for the King of Hell!"

Qin Changye's words were like a thunderclap, pulling the old servant with the insole-shaped face back to his senses.

But it was too late.

Qin Changye's ink sword drew a sharp arc, its blade piercing precisely through the junction of the three meridians of the old servant with the insole-shaped face, Tianxuan and Huang.

That is the most fatal and vulnerable point of the Three-Phase Body.

The old servant with the insole-shaped face, looking at the sword blade protruding from his chest, knew there was no way to save him. He stopped struggling and, with his last strength, asked, "Where exactly is your true limit of combat power?"

This time, Qin Changye did not refuse to answer, and said calmly, "Below the Emperor Martial Realm, I am invincible; above the Emperor Martial Realm, I can trade one for one."

This is not boasting; when he spares no effort and unleashes his ultimate trump card, he can truly slaughter a Royal Martial Realm expert.

Of course, once you unleash your ultimate trump card, the backlash on your body will be enormous.

Therefore, Qin Changye would never use his ultimate trump card unless absolutely necessary, or even in a life-or-death situation.

The old servant with the insole-shaped face had considered that Qin Changye's combat strength limit was very high, but he hadn't expected it to be this high.

He closed his eyes forever, deeply shaken...

Qin Changye skillfully removed his spatial ring and buried his body in the second level of the Burial Immortal Tower.

At the same time, the Tri-Phase Body and a bucket-thick orange energy flowed back into Qin Changye's body.

The corpse, with a cultivation level at the peak of the seventh level of the King Martial Realm, was the highest-level corpse Qin Changye had ever buried since his rebirth.

However, Qin Changye felt that he would soon be able to bury a corpse with an even higher cultivation level.

His gaze swept across the border, passing over the few remaining, ashen-faced peak experts in the Iron Family Army, before finally settling on the leader, Tie Shanyue.

"Iron Mountain, how long are you going to keep hiding?"

"Come over here and fight!"