I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 632 - 480: Thunder Saber Slays the Enemy, Ice God Treasure Vault (Part 3)

At once, a thunderous detonation burst from the Celestial Punishment Mark on the monster's left shoulder. Dazzling purple lightning erupted from the mark, infiltrating the beast's body via fissures in its scales. A sharp "sizzling" echoed as thick black smoke poured from the monster’s left shoulder, with charred black blood oozing out from the cracks, carrying a burnt stench.

"Roar——!"

A shrill roar escaped the monster, forcing it to stumble back two steps.

Right when Qin Tian prepared to capitalize, dark fumes started billowing from the monster’s injury, while ambient Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi rushed toward it like a flood, forcing entry through scale gaps into its form.

The split scales swiftly mended, and the charred gash on its shoulder regenerated visibly beneath swirling black mist!

"It can still draw in spiritual qi for self-recovery?" Qin Tian’s eyes sharpened. This beast’s resilience proved far more vexing than anticipated.

Yet in that instant, the ice monument hovering over the monster’s skull flared with intense azure radiance.

What was once just a subtle frost now gushed forth like a frozen geyser. Icy chill rapidly spread from the monster’s feral cranium, swiftly encasing its entire frame. The mending wound abruptly iced over, crystallizing the dark blood into frosty shards.

Even more shockingly, the ice-blue sealing runes etched on the monster intensified suddenly, clamping its limbs like iron shackles, freezing its actions and drastically slowing its spiritual qi intake.

Qin Tian’s gaze lit up, grasping this golden chance.

Demon King’s Wings beat powerfully, morphing him into a bolt of purple lightning hurtling at the monster, Black Frost Blade whistling through air as it cleaved toward the chest fissure—the spot ravaged by the Celestial Punishment Mark, where scales were weakest.

"Pfftch!"

The blade sliced cleanly into the monster’s torso this time, violet lightning flooding wildly within, ravaging its innards.

The monster clawed back desperately, but frost-rigidity hampered its limbs, delaying it by a crucial moment. Qin Tian yanked the blade free and retreated, then struck the right knee, shattering scales on contact with a gush of black blood.

During subsequent clashes, the ice monument served as Qin Tian’s greatest aid.

Whenever the monster lunged ferociously, the ice monument unleashed frost, visibly hampering its speed: A pounce attempt froze its rear legs in place, letting Qin Tian sever a chunk of its bony tail at the base; another black mist breath choked midway in its iced throat, dispersing prematurely so Qin Tian could flank and hack its neck, splintering scales as purple lightning scorched the spine.

Within mere breaths, over twenty cuts marred the monster from Qin Tian’s blade, black blood streaming from gashes to form a dark pool at its feet, even its savage head gashed deeply to bone, left eye socket charred hollow by purple lightning, flickering madly.

At last, the monster grasped that prolonged battle meant gradual demise—the ice monument’s restraint intensified, self-healing lagged behind accumulating damage, and the foe’s strikes grew swifter and fiercer.

With a defiant bellow, it whipped around, ignoring Qin Tian’s blade raking its back, summoning all power to bolt away into the horizon.

"Trying to run?"

Qin Tian’s stare hardened. Demon King’s Wings thrashed with full force behind him, velocity peaking as he pursued like violet lightning, Black Frost Blade’s purple lightning flaring anew.

"Just in time to test my golden grade sword technique!"

Rumble

Violet lightning around Qin Tian exploded outward, coalescing from wild sparks into a massive several-meter-thick pillar that shrouded him completely.

Golden demon patterns on the Demon King’s Wings ignited, weaving with purple lightning to birth sky-spanning thunder webs, repelling overhead windsnow and unveiling brooding storm clouds.

Thunder Tribulation Reincarnation Saber Fourth Style — Reincarnation Hell Slash!

Qin Tian clenched the Black Frost Blade firm, its edge blazing with brilliant purple glow, lightning coiling around to manifest a roaring, realistic thunder dragon phantom.

The massive thunder dragon bared its gigantic jaws, unleashing a roar that quaked the earth, as purple lightning coiled around it like binding chains, ripping a dark spatial tear through the nearby air.

"Slash!"

Qin Tian slashed his blade downward, the illusory thunder dragon swallowed whole by the blade's radiant glow, akin to divine thunder plummeting from the skies toward the beast.

As he executed the swing, he triggered his talent—Celesital Destiny Critical Strike.

A 400% critical strike activated, the power of this blow vastly outstripped every prior assault—the terrain got gouged by violet lightning into a gully dozens of meters deep, frozen earth, ice fragments, and dark blood all whipped into a raging purple tempest.

The beast sought to evade, yet the bone-chilling cold from the ice monument had locked its limbs in ice, compelling it to gaze powerlessly as the thunder dragon hurtled down.

"Boom——!"

The thunder dragon smashed brutally into the monster, violet lightning swallowing its form in an instant.

A piercing wail echoed alone, the monster's savage head rent apart straight by the blade's gleam, its frame bisected from head to tail, dark innards and blood fused with purple lightning spraying wildly, its dark aura entirely devoured by the thunder dragon.

Even more horrifying, the blade light's force showed no signs of waning, carving into a remote ice boulder that shattered to dust immediately, purple lightning racing over the ground and charring the adjacent permafrost across hundreds of meters, sending up thick smoke.

Yet Qin Tian understood this fell short.

The vitality of a Tier Seven monster defied belief, and even cleaved in half, regeneration remained possible.

He hoisted the Battle Sword, lightning pillars encircling him erupting toward the heavens, merging with the brooding clouds overhead.

In a flash, innumerable purple lightning bolts hacked down from the clouds, gathering atop Qin Tian's head like heavenly retribution, coalescing into a colossal thunder orb that crackled relentlessly, as though a thunder deity stirred within, ready to rouse.

Thunder Tribulation Reincarnation Saber Fifth Style — Ten Thousand Thunders Fall Silent!

Qin Tian hacked the blade down with savage force, the thunder orb overhead detonating in a thunderous blast, morphing into countless arm-thick purple bolts that cascaded like a tempest upon the monster's corpse.

Each purple bolt slamming into the remains sparked a ferocious detonation.

Dark flesh and gore burst apart, scales liquefied amid the purple lightning, the earth torn open by the purple thunder into a vast crater spanning a hundred meters wide, black fumes billowing from its depths while purple sparks leaped ceaselessly inside.

With the final purple bolt fading away, the monster's remains lay utterly transformed into a mound of scorched cinders, devoid of even a trace of black aura.

Qin Tian sheathed his sword and stood firm, the Demon King’s Wings on his back folding away gradually, the purple lightning encircling him dimming steadily, leaving just the golden demon pattern on his face pulsing faintly.

He eyed the ashes at the crater's base and the lone, pristine ice monument, drawing in a soft breath.

This advanced Tier Seven monster had at last fallen to his hand.

He sensed the beast's true power exceeded what it showed.

Yet after millennia under seal, its might had waned dramatically, and with the ice monument's binding seal, it perished beneath his Thunder Saber in the end.

Qin Tian beckoned with a gesture, the ice monument resting silently on the ground levitating upward, clutched firmly in his single hand.

The instant he seized it, a rush of data streamed from the ice monument, surging into his mind.

As Qin Tian quietly processed this data, far off, Karen fixed his gaze on Qin Tian, a struggle plain on his face.

Should he make a move or hold back?

The ferocious duel between Qin Tian and the monster surely drained him heavily, he reckoned.

Still, he couldn't pinpoint just how much stamina Qin Tian retained.

Should Qin Tian not be spent, given the prowess on display moments ago, charging in recklessly would merely replay old blunders, inviting an even fiercer beating.

"Forget it, I concede this time." Karen shook his head. As the longest-lived among the Holy Blood race, survival above all had been hammered into him since youth; shunning fights over trifles, outlasting all defined true victory.

He cast a lingering glance at Qin Tian, quelled his aura, and withdrew stealthily.

At that moment, Qin Tian eased his eyes open, tracking Karen's distant retreat, and murmured:

"Good for you."

Without the ice monument's data, he truly wouldn't have spared Karen so readily.

But now, more pressing tasks claimed his attention.

Indeed, that stood as the paramount treasure within this relic—the Ice God Treasure Vault.