I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

The sharp pain was uncomfortable, but still bearable, and he could feel his damaged soul healing at an astonishing speed.

It wouldn’t take long before he fully recovered.

But for Saral, recovery was not going to be easy.

The Immortal Blood Curse had already drained his body, made his spiritual energy operate sluggishly, and left him with numerous internal injuries.

Combined with the soul damage caused by the Divine Thought shock, he was further weakened.

At this moment, Saral’s state had hit rock bottom.

Qin Tian took a deep breath, enduring the stinging pain in his mind, and gripped the Black Frost Saber tightly.

Now was the time.

The spiritual energy within him surged once more, pouring purple-golden thunder into the blade from his palms, and the Black Frost Saber emitted a pleasing hum, with the lightning on the blade becoming even brighter and more violent.

Celestial Punishment Critical Strike!

An inexplicable understanding surged to the forefront of his mind.

His luck wasn’t bad.

Sevenfold critical strike.

Though not the highest critical chance, it was still quite remarkable.

The lightning on the Black Frost Saber surged to its peak, with the purple-golden brilliance lighting up the entire cave like daylight, even the stalactites on the walls shimmering with crystal light under the lightning.

Thunder gathered madly on the blade, compressing, then gathering again, and compressing again, until it finally formed a light blade nearly solidified in form.

The power contained within that light blade made even the unconscious Ossar tremble instinctively on the ground.

”This blade will send you on your way.”

Qin Tian’s voice was calm, too calm for someone in a life-and-death struggle.

The Black Frost Saber fell.

No fancy sword techniques, no complex maneuvers, just a simple cut—from top to bottom, a straight slash.

But this blade was pushed to its speed limit, strength limit, and its lightning was wildly rampaged.

The purple-golden lightning blade light was like a Thunder Dragon diving down from the sky, savagely clawing its way towards Saral.

Saral sensed the aura of death at the last moment.

With all his might, he roared and punched upwards.

”Boom——!!!”

The lightning exploded, like the sun falling to earth

Uncertain how much time passed before the thunder gradually dispersed.

The cave returned to darkness, with only the remaining lightning embers in the air flickering faintly.

The smell of scorched earth permeated the entire space, the ground was in shambles—a charred deep pit, shattered rocks, scattered scale fragments, and several black marks left after the lightning had dried them.

A silhouette stood at the edge of the deep pit.

The black clothes were in tatters, revealing the muscular build underneath, with a black saber in hand.

Qin Tian looked down.

A headless corpse lay quietly on the charred rocks.

His lips curled slightly.

Tier Eight Asura, nothing more than this.