The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1021 - Chapter 1021 Chapter 1020 Ying Xinghe Captured

Chapter 1021: Chapter 1020: Ying Xinghe Captured Chapter 1021: Chapter 1020: Ying Xinghe Captured Ying Xinghe grasped his long halberd, and his entire being seemed to merge with the weapon, their auras connected, doubling the might.

The halberd swept across with a slash, heading straight for the nine incoming black ink swords.

The power of the ink swords was alarming; at the moment of collision with the halberd, they unleashed terrifying force, impacting Ying Xinghe’s flesh and body.

But Ying Xinghe was exceedingly tough, withstanding the force with his flesh, his halberd ripping through sword after sword, inching closer to Huangfu Yunchuan.

This scene elicited cheers from the many martial artists of Sea Moon City.

Huangfu Yunchuan’s expression grew somber; he had underestimated his opponent, not expecting him to be so strong.

“Remember my name too! I am Prince Ying Xinghe of Qing Nation! The one who will defeat you is me!” Ying Xinghe laughed loudly, his halberd’s momentum growing stronger, as the shadow of an Evil Beast emerged with a roar.

The final three ink swords were thoroughly shattered, unable to halt Ying Xinghe and his long halberd. The shadow of the Evil Beast, emerging from the halberd, even reached Huangfu Yunchuan first, standing right before him.

Faced with this situation, Huangfu Yunchuan remained grave, yet he didn’t show the slightest sign of panic.

With a brush in hand, he lightly touched the shadow of the Evil Beast and immediately, a F Prison emerged, trapping the shadow within.

The shadow of the Evil Beast roared furiously, violently striking, but was firmly ensnared, utterly unable to break free.

At that moment, the long halberd came slashing down, fiercely striking the F Prison, attempting to shatter it.

Unexpectedly, a chain suddenly flew out from within the F Prison–also formed of writing–wrapping itself directly around Ying Xinghe’s halberd.

This development instantly restrained Ying Xinghe; the halberd became entangled, difficult to swing, his expression undergoing a sudden change.

“Break!” Ying Xinghe roared, the imperial martial arts unleashed, and a palm thunderously came crashing down.

The prison collapsed, the chains broke, the shadow of the Evil Beast returned to the halberd, and the halberd itself escaped its bonds.

Huangfu Yunchuan smiled faintly, “Worthy of being a prince from Qing Nation, indeed different from the others.”

Ying Xinghe’s expression turned icy, the edge of his halberd shining menacingly, pointing straight at Huangfu Yunchuan, as if he had ignited a fierce fire, determined to fight to the death.

Huangfu Yunchuan slapped the Nine Palace Bag at his waist, and a stone inkstone came flying out, its interior swirling with flowing ink.

Seeing this, Ying Xinghe was filled with doubt and suspicion, unsure of what Huangfu Yunchuan was planning to do, but he was quite clear that whatever Huangfu Yunchuan intended, he could not let him succeed.

Immediately, Ying Xinghe’s halberd swung into action again, not attacking Huangfu Yunchuan directly but instead aiming directly for the stone inkstone.

A smile crept onto the corner of Huangfu Yunchuan’s mouth, and the elder standing atop a scroll, Wang Qingsong, also revealed a faint smile.

The young girl yawned and stopped watching the contest between the two, seemingly having lost interest.

“Wrong! Retreat quickly!” On the city walls, Pingbei King seemed to notice something and hurriedly shouted.

But it was too late; the momentum of the halberd was unstoppable, and Ying Xinghe, caught up in battle, aimed to destroy the stone inkstone.

Regrettably, he underestimated the power of this object.

Before the halberd could strike, the ink from within the inkstone flowed out, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a wave of ink.

Ying Xinghe’s long halberd was devoured by the ink tide, instantly losing all presence, as if it had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Alarm filled Ying Xinghe’s heart, as he was unwilling to lose his long halberd and attempted to pull his weapon back.

However, as the ink tide surged toward him, not only was Ying Xinghe unable to reclaim his weapon, but he himself was engulfed in the ink tide, his Inner Strength sealed, leaving him powerless.

“Alas,” sighed the Pingbei King, and everyone else’s expressions were also unsightly.

They had originally thought that with Ying Xinghe taking action, he would easily dispose of this arrogant Talent from the Seven Seas, yet unexpectedly even Ying Xinghe had been defeated, and his defeat was even more unsightly; both his weapon and himself were captured by the opponent.

As the ink tide receded, returning to the inkstone platform, Ying Xinghe could be seen bound by chains of text, trussed up like a huge rice dumpling, his face full of reluctance and anger.

And his weapon was now in the hands of Huangfu Yunchuan.

“Is this the strength of a Qing Nation Prince?” Huangfu Yunchuan said with a light smile, his words filled with mockery.

Ying Xinghe was furious; he had actually been captured by the opponent, which was a huge blow to his dignity.

He had other tactics yet to display and, surely, could have fought Huangfu Yunchuan, but that strange ink had thwarted him unexpectedly.

At that moment, Ying Xinghe wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into; the shame was too great. This defeat was even more unacceptable to him than his previous loss to Jian Qingshan.

Being defeated by Jian Qingshan, that was indeed because he was outclassed; Jian Qingshan’s mastery of Sword Tao was too profound for him to contend with.

Yet being defeated by Huangfu Yunchuan was utterly vexing; their realms were comparable, and the other’s strength was not necessarily superior to his own. It was the inkstone and the ink that were too peculiar, something Ying Xinghe could never have anticipated.

“It seems that this time we have also come up empty-handed, but capturing a Qing Nation Prince should be quite valuable,” Huangfu Yunchuan said with a smile.

Meng Haiwen snorted coldly and admonished, “Release Prince Yin Xinghe, or don’t blame me for taking action to suppress you.”

Huangfu Yunchuan looked at Meng Haiwen with a taunting gaze: “What? The young one couldn’t win, so an elder steps in?”

Meng Haiwen’s face was steely with anger, “It was merely a sparring match, yet you’ve captured our Qing Nation’s Prince–is that not going too far?”

Huangfu Yunchuan shook his head with a smile, “Who said we were sparring? Didn’t you see how fiercely this guy attacked? Each move aimed to put me to death, I merely captured him, and I didn’t take his life, how is that going too far?”

His words were not wrong, but Huangfu Yunchuan’s actions were more difficult to accept than if he had harmed Ying Xinghe’s life.

After all, that was a Prince of a nation, now captured by someone from the Seven Seas; to broadcast that would harm not just the face of the Qing Nation’s royal family but also the dignity of all the Nine Countries.

“Boy, release Prince Yin Xinghe, or you won’t be able to leave this place,” a royal martial artist emerged, giving Huangfu Yunchuan a cold look.

With the appearance of these royal martial artists, the atmosphere changed completely. Each of them was a powerful figure, no less formidable than the Pingbei King. They had been hidden away all this time, responsible for protecting Prince Yin Xinghe in secret.

Seeing this, Huangfu Yunchuan helplessly shook his head: “Never mind, a mere Prince Yin Xinghe doesn’t carry enough weight. If it were possible to capture the Qing Nation’s lead Prince, that would be meaningful.”

With these words, Huangfu Yunchuan waved his hand, and Ying Xinghe flew towards Sea Moon City, the chains of text around him dissipating midway.

However, Huangfu Yunchuan did not return the long halberd; instead, he brazenly placed it into the Nine Palace Bag.

“Return the long halberd!” demanded a royal martial artist.

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