I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 745 - 531

"You attacked my people and still demand my possessions? Do you believe this is your Beastman Empire?"

Through the translator, the frigid words were spoken, causing Unol’s countenance to instantly contort, his icy blue irises erupting with a ferocious gleam.

He was, after all, a direct descendant of the Eternal Ice Silkworm Tribe, one of the nine esteemed royal families of the Beastman Empire!

In terms of standing, his status was equivalent to that of the direct descendants of the Holy Blood clans within the Human Empire!

A mere Royal Major General, while appearing as a distinguished figure to ordinary humans, was, in Unol’s perspective, simply a high-ranking subordinate nurtured by the Human Empire.

How dare such a subordinate address him in such a disrespectful manner?

"Hmph!"

An intense chill emanated from Unol, causing the surrounding ambient temperature to plummet precipitously to the freezing point.

With the exception of Qin Tian, who maintained an unnerving composure, every individual present, be they soldiers of the Ice Extreme Pass or the Beastmen accompanying Unol, could not help but shudder, a profound tremor originating from the depths of their souls.

Qin Tian’s gaze remained fixed upon Unol, unwavering.

The Human Empire boasts nine great Holy Blood clans, paralleled by the Beastman Empire’s nine royal families, with the Eternal Ice Silkworm Tribe being one of them.

The very name, Eternal Ice Silkworm, evokes characteristics intrinsically linked to the "silkworm" stage.

When confronted with life-or-death situations or during significant advancements in their cultivation realms, the Ice Silkworm clan enters a dormant state, encased within an impenetrable icy cocoon, undergoing a rigorous self-tempering process.

Upon emerging from this cocoon, their injuries are fully mended, and their power experiences a substantial surge—this nearly immortal transformation bestows upon them the very essence of "Eternity."

Furthermore, following their emergence from the cocoon, they undergo a profound "metamorphosis," manifesting a pair of ice-crystal wings upon their backs, which grant them uncanny speed; concurrently, they awaken the innate ability to manipulate ice silk—this silk, exhibiting remarkable flexibility, serves both offensive and defensive purposes, capable of being shaped into razor-sharp blades for slicing through any obstacle or woven into defensive cocoons against formidable assaults.

Moreover, the Eternal Ice Silkworm Tribe commands the most supreme Power of Ice in the cosmos, and within the entirety of the Star Realm, only the Leng Family, renowned for their mastery of extreme cold, can rival their prowess in ice manipulation.

This species possesses remarkable versatility.

Standing resolutely behind Qin Tian were Xiong, Terreda, the Old Ghost, and their companions, with formidable new allies such as Xue Wuyang, Kane, and Zhou Ziming also present.

Upon witnessing the palpable tension between Qin Tian and Unol, Xiong, Terreda, and the others betrayed no sign of apprehension; instead, their visages radiated an unyielding fighting spirit.

Having endured countless campaigns alongside Qin Tian, no upheaval or peril was unfamiliar to them. Furthermore, Qin had already encountered more than a solitary Holy Blood clan; thus, why should they harbor fear towards a Beastman royal?

However, a subtle thread of disquiet involuntarily surfaced in the eyes of the newer members like Xue Wuyang and Zhou Ziming.

The Eternal Ice Silkworm Tribe stands equal to the Human Empire’s nine Holy Blood clans and possesses unfathomable prowess.

Unol is a Tier Seven combatant; General Qin is also Tier Seven, and should a full-scale conflict erupt, General Qin might not emerge victorious.

Although this territory rightfully belongs to the Human Empire, Mingwang Planet remains in its nascent stages of development, lacking the presence of top-tier imperial experts. In the event of dire circumstances, external assistance would be nonexistent.

Nevertheless, matters having reached this critical juncture, succumbing to worry would prove futile.

The sole glimmer of hope was Qin Tian’s exceptional command over the Power of Space, which had attained an extraordinary level; even if outright victory were unattainable, a chance for him to spirit everyone away to safety might arise.

"Li, are all humans as discourteous as you?"

Unol inquired, his tone devoid of emotion.

Li Jingzhong offered a couple of awkward chuckles, remaining utterly silent, refraining from uttering a single word.

He harbored a deep-seated fear that a misspoken phrase might provoke Qin Tian into taking his life on the spot.

For an individual who dared to oppose the Luoho Clan, one could only speculate on Qin Tian’s potential actions.

"Within the Empire, we consistently extend courtesy to friends; however, unwelcome pests who fail to restrain themselves upon another’s domain are simply swatted away like flies," Qin Tian responded with nonchalance.

Unol’s eyes narrowed, casting a piercingly frigid glare upon being likened to a bothersome insect.

"You court death!"

Boom!

Unol retaliated with a fierce onslaught, unleashing countless tendrils of ice-blue silk from his fingertips. The sharp whistle of torn air accompanied the barrage as the silk swept relentlessly towards Qin Tian.

The silk, deceptively delicate in appearance, possessed extraordinary tensile strength, shimmering with a metallic sheen.

Qin Tian’s form flickered, and he ascended with astonishing speed, evading the initial wave of silken ensnarement as if he had teleported.

Yet, the ice silk seemed imbued with independent intent, executing an aerial maneuver and pursuing his retreating figure with unwavering determination, intent on entangling and crushing him.

"Fall back!"

Qin Tian's voice echoed, striking every soldier at the Ice Extreme Pass.

No one dallied; they swiftly turned, retreating with utmost haste to evade the destructive fallout from the impending clash.

The opposing Beastmen, displaying equal prudence, also began a strategic withdrawal to a safe perimeter the moment Unol made their move.

Swoosh!

As the intricate net of ice silk surged forward, Qin Tian's gaze sharpened. He elevated his right hand, and the Black Frost Blade, an object of jet-black hue, materialized in his grasp.

With a powerful sweep, he unsheathed the blade!

Rip~~

Without any infusion of Spiritual Energy, solely leveraging the extraordinary sharpness of the Black Frost Blade, the threads—which possessed a resilience far exceeding that of superior alloy steel—were sliced through as easily as cobwebs, shattering instantly.

The severed strands cascaded down like a flurry of snow, their edges presenting mirror-like smoothness, a testament to the terrifying cutting power of the Black Frost Blade.

This is the Black Frost Blade in its present form!

Ever since its nurturing into a Lifebound Divine Weapon through the might of the Soldier Immortal, its sharpness has ascended to peerless heights. Within the vast expanse of the cosmos, amongst numerous Divine Artifacts, it secures a position within the most elite echelon.