txolops Chapter 103 Blitzkrieg
Chapter 103 Blitzkrieg
Seeing that disaster was imminent, a ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of the Core Formation cultivator.
He gritted his teeth, ignoring the excruciating pain of his torn meridians, and forcibly burned his essence blood to activate the power of his magical weapon. The sinister "Netherworld Bone Blood Blade" unleashed a piercing ghostly howl, unleashing a dense black-green sword light that slashed down at Bubble and Piggy Hero!
"Hmph—!"
Sensing that deadly sharpness, Piggy Hero pushed off the ground with his hind legs, his massive body displaying amazing agility as he instantly dodged to the side.
But the sword light was too fast, almost grazing its belly, instantly leaving several deep, bone-revealing wounds.
The chilling ghostly energy surged wildly into its body through the wound, causing it to let out a mournful howl of pain.
"How dare you damage my mount!"
Seeing the mangled and bloody state of Piggy Hero, Bubble was instantly enraged.
Without hesitation, it waved its hand and put Piggy Hero into its spirit beast bag to heal its wounds. Then, with a flicker, it merged directly into the void, preparing to look for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow!
With the two beasts no longer holding him back, the Core Formation cultivator immediately turned his attention to Han Xiaoliu, brandishing a magical artifact wreathed in ghostly energy.
The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle!
"Zheng—!"
The clang of metal against metal echoed through the night sky, sparks flying everywhere. Han Xiaoliu wielded his longsword with sweeping, powerful strokes, each strike carrying the force of a thunderbolt, forcing his opponent into a steady retreat.
Meanwhile, the demonic cultivator, relying on the strange nature of his magical artifact, managed to fend for himself amidst the flashing swords and shadows, attempting to counterattack using the insidious nature of his magic.
Han Xiaoliu, however, moved with the ease of a stroll, his steps mysteriously weaving through the gaps between the blade's edge and the ghostly aura. He not only perfectly dodged all the fatal attacks, but even managed to slam the spine of his blade hard against the opponent's defensive shield, causing the opponent's blood and qi to surge.
In just a few rounds, the Core Formation cultivator was horrified to discover that he had completely fallen into a lower level.
The opponent's swordsmanship seemed chaotic, but in reality, every move was aimed at vital points, and a slight mistake could lead to death on the spot.
A wave of overwhelming fear washed over him, and he couldn't help but cry out in alarm, "Who are you? Why are you targeting us?!"
Upon hearing this question, Han Xiaoliu paused slightly in his movements, then revealed an extremely shameless and blatant smile.
He raised an eyebrow, his tone utterly matter-of-fact:
"Who am I? My things are in your good-for-nothing son's storage bag! Who do you think I am?"
you……!
Bubble lurked in the shadows, its gaze as sharp as a hawk's, locking onto the lower back of the Core Formation cultivator, precisely the weak point in his spiritual energy circulation.
The opponent was completely focused on fighting Han Xiaoliu head-on, and was oblivious to the murderous intent lurking behind him.
"Now!"
With a flick of her fingertip, Bubble sent out a Five Thunder Talisman shimmering with pale golden lightning, which shot out silently and landed precisely on the cultivator's lower back!
"boom--!"
A violent burst of lightning power erupted instantly, and the power of the intermediate spell was compressed into a single point and exploded, its force comparable to the full-force attack of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!
"ah--!"
The Core Formation cultivator let out a piercing scream, his entire body arching forward as if struck hard from behind by an invisible giant hammer.
His robes at the lower back were instantly destroyed by lightning, and he was struck as if by a heavy blow, suffering excruciating pain.
The power of thunder surged wildly through his meridians, disrupting the originally orderly spiritual energy within his body, causing excruciating pain throughout his entire body.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.
Seeing this, Han Xiaoliu frowned slightly, thinking to himself: It seems this guy also practices ghost arts. No wonder his moves are so full of yin energy, yet you can't tell from his appearance at all. If I had known this, I should have used the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder from the beginning. Why waste so much time wasting on him?
Now that his weakness had been discovered, Han Xiaoliu was no longer bothered to hide his abilities.
He quickly formed hand seals and uttered a low shout, and a bolt of lightning, more condensed and violent than the previous Five Thunder Talisman, materialized out of thin air.
This time, it's the Five Thunder Spell, imbued with the power of exorcising divine thunder!
"go!"
The purple-gold lightning tore through the air, carrying the mighty power to purify all evil spirits, and struck precisely at the crown of the Core Formation cultivator's head.
There were no screams, no struggles.
The exorcising divine lightning had an almost overwhelming restraining effect on demonic cultivators and ghostly techniques. The cultivator's body convulsed violently for a moment in the lightning, and then, like dry tinder that had been ignited, it rapidly carbonized and disintegrated from the top of its head, eventually turning into a cloud of ashes that drifted away with the wind.
Before even their souls could escape, they were completely annihilated.
Han Xiaoliu looked at his palm, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. The power of this evil-repelling divine thunder was even more terrifying than he had expected.
"Next up is that young master."
Han Xiaoliu's gaze turned to the young master of Qingyang Sect, who was still trapped in the illusion array deep in the ruins, and his expression gradually became solemn.
As a direct descendant of Qingyang Shangren, a Nascent Soul cultivator, such a person of noble status often possesses many life-saving methods.
In the world of cultivation, Nascent Soul cultivators have always had countless ways to prepare for their offspring.
Some will implant a mark of their life essence within their offspring, which will automatically activate upon encountering a fatal crisis, instantly teleporting them to safety. Others will bestow upon them a protective jade pendant containing a wisp of their own spirit, which can summon the power of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator in crucial moments.
Even worse, some would secretly hide powerful, one-time-use talismans or self-destructing magic weapons in their offspring's storage bags, with enough power to kill a Core Formation cultivator on the spot.
Some of their backup plans are extremely well hidden and will never be triggered unless it is a matter of life and death. But once triggered, they are the fatal trump cards that can turn the tide of battle.
"We can't be careless." Han Xiaoliu gripped his long sword tightly, his eyes gradually turning cold. "We need to finish this quickly and make sure his death is justified! We absolutely cannot let anyone trace it back to us!"
Han Xiaoliu hurried back into the house and immediately saw Yuan Yao and Yanli standing by the room.
Yanli was so excited that her eyebrows danced and her mouth kept chattering; Yuanyao, on the other hand, blushed with embarrassment, kept her head down and remained silent, her slender fingers twisting the hem of her clothes tightly, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
As soon as Han Xiaoliu approached, he heard Yanli excitedly point at the crystal-clear spiderweb in mid-air and exclaim repeatedly, "Look, look! It's here again, it's here again!"
"Senior...Senior Sister!" Yuan Yao was extremely embarrassed, her voice barely audible, and even her neck was flushed.
Han Xiaoliu looked in the direction of her finger and saw that the young master of Qingyang Sect in the center of the spider web was already weak and withered, and was about to die.
Seven brightly colored spiders were clinging to him, frantically draining his life force. When his spiritual energy was depleted and he could absorb nothing more, they exhaled wisps of lustful energy, forcibly continuing his "passionate" fantasy.
The last glimmer of life in the eyes of the young master of Qingyang Sect completely vanished, and his entire body shrank rapidly as if all the moisture had been drained away.
In the blink of an eye, he was lifeless, his death grotesque.
"This... it's actually dying from pleasure?" Han Xiaoliu's heart trembled, secretly shocked that the Seven Emotions Spider had such an incredible and insidious method.
Stop looking, do it!
In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the group quickly and efficiently cleaned up the battlefield.
"All done, that's it!"
They quickly gathered together, each forming hand seals and pouring their spiritual power into the teleportation talismans in their hands.
With a soft "hum", the surface of the talisman shone brightly, transforming into a dazzling halo that instantly enveloped everyone.
The next instant, space distorted slightly, and the figures of the group vanished into thin air, following the coordinates in the void, and headed straight towards Tianxing City.
At the same time, Qingyang Shangren, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of scarlet blood light suddenly shot out from the depths of his pupils.
A terrifying, world-destroying pressure erupted from his body, causing the entire cave to tremble violently, and the surrounding restrictions emitted a piercing, mournful cry as they could not bear the strain.
"Who dares to kill my son?!"
A roar carrying overwhelming rage resounded through the sky, instantly causing the surrounding spiritual energy to become violently chaotic, and even the air seemed to be ignited by this tangible killing intent.
Master Qingyang's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged, making him look like a ferocious beast whose scales had been violated.
Without hesitation, he bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the life-bound soul tablet floating in front of him, trying to activate a secret technique to protect his offspring!
With a teeth-grinding cracking sound, the soul tablet representing the young master of Qingyang Sect had turned into dust!
"How dare you, you brat, deceive me!"
He endured the excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart, his hands moving like blurs as he frantically activated a secret technique to search for the culprit.
However, to his utter horror, the several life-saving measures he had left on his offspring showed no signs of being triggered. The other party had killed him without a trace, and their methods were extremely bizarre!
He could only barely glean the last vestiges of life from the spirit tablet, capturing the final image of the deceased before their death.
It was a dim, flickering light and shadow, covered with spider webs, and several brightly colored, eerie little spiders were crawling on the withered body... Then, a strong, nauseatingly decadent aura of lust rushed over, along with the extremely twisted, absurd, yet endlessly lustful death!
This...this...this...this...
Master Qingyang's voice seemed to be tightly gripped in his throat by a pair of invisible giant hands, and he could no longer utter a single word.