Chapter 212 The Collapse of the Demon Lord_1

"Human, are you waiting for me?"

Alba was silent for a moment before he asked in a deep voice.

The youthful human before him gave off an unfathomable feeling.

You could say he was strong, but he didn't have the formidable presence of the blond man from Spirit City who could summon the Seraph and use Divine Power. Yet, if you said he was weak, there was an inexplicable sense of danger emanating from him.

Qin Xiao curled his lips, "Isn't that a stupid question? I've been waiting here for you for so long, I almost fell asleep before you finally showed up."

"Hahaha, does everyone really think they can handle me just like that?"

Alba suddenly laughed, "The flavor of your soul is still fresh, no signs of contamination. You must be quite young, right?"

Qin Xiao nodded, "Twenty years old, all in all."

"Twenty? Alba paused, "What can a twenty-year-old human do? He's only a bit stronger than a Hellhound. Aren't you just seeking death?"

He continually scanned Qin Xiao with his powerful spiritual power and it was easy to notice that when Qin Xiao spoke these words, his soul didn't fluctuate at all.

That meant it was all true.

But the more this was the case, the more astounded Alba became. Was there something wrong with this human's brain?

"Enough with the nonsense, I'll just ask you one question now. If you answer me, I'll let you die quickly."

Qin Xiao was too lazy to beat around the bush. With a thought, nine Soul Rings emerged from under his feet.

"Wait, you're at the Titled Douluo level?"

Alba's pupils shrank suddenly.

After devouring some powerful human souls, he had gained quite an understanding of the levels of Soul Masters on Soul Land.

Nine rings represented the pinnacle for Soul Masters.

From the memories he had acquired, humans needed at least thirty to fifty years to reach this stage. But for this young human before him to possess such a level of talent seemed excessively good.

You should know, even it took him ten thousand years to reach his point.

And yet... on the Demonic Plane, he was still termed a genius.

Crack.

As Qin Xiao's ninth Soul Ring lit up, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking upon him.

The next moment, Alba saw the human don armor that glimmered with flashes of lightning.

His already formidable Cultivation Level became even more formidable.

"Even compared to the Greater Demons under my command, he's not far off!"

Alba's contempt had vanished. The strength of the human before him far exceeded his expectations.

He now understood why the other dared to wait here for him.

"But do you think that being like this is enough to oppose the great Demon Lord?"

A brutal smile appeared on Alba's face, and with what remained of his left arm, the Purple-Golden Greatsword reappeared in his hand.

However, the Purple Gold Greatsword had lost its divine presence from before. The blade was now notched in many places, and even the tip had been broken off.

"Heh, Qiandaoliu truly lives up to his reputation as the Great Priest of Martial Soul Hall; quite fierce indeed. Your situation is more tragic than I imagined." Qin Xiao chuckled upon seeing this.

Clearly, he wasn't taking Alba seriously.

In reality, Alba's weak appearance wasn't an act. He was genuinely at the end of his rope. This wasn't the Demonic Plane, and his energy recovery was very slow. One might even say he was running a deficit.

Otherwise, would he currently be unable to recover from his injuries?

Similarly, he couldn't even open the portal back to the Demonic Plane anymore.

"Kid, you humans have a saying, 'A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse!'"

"You'll pay for your insolence." Alba charged toward Qin Xiao, wielding his damaged greatsword.

"Whoosh!"

A fifteen-meter long sword qi ripped through the air with a sharp whistling sound, but Qin Xiao had already anticipated his move and flashed a hundred meters away.

"Huff, puff..." Alba gasped for breath, "You little brat, if you've got the guts, don't run! Got the nerve to fight me head-on?"

Qin Xiao laughed in response, "Okay then."

With that, he bent his knees and gathered strength, his left arm tucked by his side while the third Soul Ring on his body lit up—the Spatial Swap was activated!

Then he punched towards a large tree beside him.

"What does this kid mean?"

Alba was dumbfounded. He could feel Qin Xiao unleashing a powerful force, one he'd have to be careful of even in his own state. But why was Qin Xiao smashing into something beside him?

However, his confusion lasted only for a moment before he realized what was happening.

Alba felt dizzy and when he came to his senses, he was horrified to find himself standing where the tree had been, right in front of Qin Xiao, as a fist the size of a sandbag sped towards his face.

"What the hell is going on!"

Alba was first shocked, then woke up instantly, "Wait, you can manipulate space!"

But he didn't get an answer from Qin Xiao. What he got instead was the fist the size of a sandbag and a frighteningly powerful attack.

Compared to Alba, Qin Xiao's stature was insignificant, but the terrifying power contained in his punch was deeply alarming to Alba.

"Boom!"

Upon taking Qin Xiao's punch, Alba's brain went blank, and he toppled over, landing on the ground in a headfirst dive.

And his massive body plowed out long trenches in the ground.

"It seems you're even weaker than I thought…"

Having landed a hit, Qin Xiao was more confident. Alba was all bluff and now incapable of putting up a fight.