novelapdf Chapter 156 Instant Core Formation?
Chapter 156 Instant Core Formation?
The core area of Broken Soul Valley.
Two figures were colliding violently in mid-air.
Each exchange of blows would create visible ripples of spiritual energy.
That was the unreserved release of power by a Core Formation stage expert.
"Zhao Wuhen! This inheritance belongs to the righteous path!"
Lin Xiao, the chief disciple of the Haoran Sword Sect, was in a state of near madness at this moment.
His natal flying sword, "Haoran," emitted a dazzling sword light that was three zhang long.
His white clothes had long since turned dark red.
But he didn't care at all.
The greed in their eyes was sharper than the sword in their hands.
"fart!"
"This kind of heritage is being wasted in your hands!"
Zhao Wuhen, the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, showed no weakness.
He was surrounded by dark demonic flames, and the spear in his hand resembled a black dragon ready to devour its prey.
The two really got into a fight.
They also gained confidence.
Around them, dozens of disciples from both the righteous and demonic paths were locked in fierce combat.
Magical artifacts flew about in all directions.
Limbs and severed bodies were scattered all over the ground.
This is a grand feast for the cultivation world.
confusion.
bloody.
And there was absolutely no order involved.
Lin Xiao forced Zhao Wuhen back with a single sword strike, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Brother Zhao, if we continue fighting, we will all run out of spiritual energy."
"Why don't we join forces to clear the area first?"
His gaze swept over the rogue cultivators and other sect disciples who were taking advantage of the situation.
Zhao Wuhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
That suggestion appealed to him.
That's exactly what I was thinking.
"Once we've cleared out the weaker fish, we can take it slow..."
Before he could finish speaking...
The two of them stopped what they were doing at the same time.
It's not just them.
The sounds of fighting on the entire core battlefield suddenly fell silent.
The originally violent fluctuations of spiritual energy, having encountered their natural enemy, cowered and dared not move.
The temperature dropped sharply.
Lin Xiao subconsciously shivered.
He felt a tingling sensation on the back of his neck.
That's an instinctive reaction when targeted by a top predator.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Heavy footsteps came from all directions.
neat and tidy.
Every step he took treaded on the hearts of everyone present.
The gray mist that originally lingered at the mouth of the valley was forcibly torn apart by a domineering aura.
A group of figures clad in dark blue heavy armor slowly emerged.
They made no sound.
A group of ghosts from hell.
But these ghosts wield blood-dripping knives.
"That is..."
An elite disciple of the Blood River Cult stared wide-eyed.
He recognized the patterns on that armor.
That's the symbol of the Demon Clan's regular army!
"Damn it! How did the demons get in?!"
Fear exploded in the crowd in an instant.
But this disciple was clearly short-tempered.
Or rather, they were blinded by the killing.
"Playing tricks!"
"This is also my destiny!"
He roared.
His crimson scimitar swelled dramatically, and he transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, hurtling straight at the leading demon leader.
"Die, you son of a bitch!"
This strike represented the pinnacle of his life's skills.
Enough to split a small hill in two.
however.
The ancient shaman standing at the very front didn't even lift his eyelids.
He simply extended one finger.
A finger covered in fine black scales, with sharp, hook-like nails.
The movements are slow.
"bite."
A crisp sound.
The low-grade magic weapon scimitar, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, shattered inch by inch the moment it touched the fingertips.
The pupils of the Blood River Cult disciples contracted violently.
He didn't even have time to exclaim.
The finger then pierced through the rain of fragments with unstoppable force.
"puff."
Just a gentle touch.
It was applied to his forehead.
There were no earth-shattering explosions.
There was only a small, finger-sized hole, and it was bright from both sides.
Gu Sha withdrew his finger.
They even wiped non-existent bloodstains off the disciple's clothes.
"It's noisy."
He said softly.
Then he casually waved his hand.
The still-convulsing corpse was flung away.
It landed right at Zhao Wuhen and Lin Xiao's feet.
"Gurgle."
The corpse's eyes were wide open, its death unresolved.
The entire room fell silent.
What just happened was more than just murder.
That was crushing.
It's a dimensional reduction attack.
Lin Xiao's hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.
He is in the mid-stage of Core Formation.
The Blood River Sect disciple who just died was also at the peak of the early Core Formation stage.
The difference between the two is not significant.
But he knew for sure that he could never kill someone with a single finger.
"The Demon Commander... in the later stages?!"
Zhao Wuhen's voice became extremely dry.
It even included a vibrato.
The demon race has a strict hierarchy.
A leader of this caliber would be a powerful overlord even in the demon realm.
How did I end up here?!
"The insectoid humans."
The ancient temple slowly removed its face armor.
It revealed that inhuman face with a mocking smile.
His gaze swept across the entire room.
Finally, the focus shifted to Lin Xiao and Zhao Wuhen.
"These two look a little more robust."
"The others..."
Gu Sha snapped his fingers.
"Chop it all up."
"Make them into meatballs."
The instant the command was issued.
The twenty elite soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner standing behind him moved.
That wasn't a charge.
That's teleportation.
A black shadowy figure weaved through the crowd.
The screams erupted instantly and then died down just as quickly.
Just as a martial monk from Wanfo Temple erected the Arhat's golden body, he was torn in two by two demons working together.
His internal organs spilled all over the ground.
Before a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect could even cast her charm spell, her head was already flying into the air.
This is not a fight at all.
This is a slaughterhouse.
"escape!"
"Run!"
The crowd completely broke down.
However, the outer perimeter has been sealed off.
This place has become a giant meat grinder.
"Zhao Wuhen!"
Lin Xiao roared.
"Stop hiding it!"
"Join forces!"
"Otherwise, we'll all die here!"
A life-or-death situation.
This righteous prodigy finally put down all his airs.
Zhao Wuhen gritted his teeth.
"good!"
"Demons in Chaos!"
He no longer held back, and the demonic core within his body began to operate wildly.
Countless dark, demonic shadows emerged from his body, rushing towards the ancient temple with mournful howls.
at the same time.
Lin Xiao also moved.
He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the flying sword.
"Righteous Spirit, Sword Sweeping Across the Eight Desolations!"
The flying sword instantly transformed into a golden dragon ten feet long.
With overwhelming divine might, it crashed into the ancient temple along with those demonic shadows.
This was a full-force attack from the top geniuses of both the righteous and demonic paths.
Even human cultivators in the late Core Formation stage wouldn't dare to take it head-on.
however.
Gu Sha simply smiled.
His smile was full of contempt.
"Fancy and overly complicated."
He did not draw his sword.
They didn't even try to dodge.
Suddenly, a dark red halo appeared on his dark blue armor.
"Demon God's Overlord Body".
"boom--!!!"
A terrifying explosion rocked the location of the ancient temple.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere.
The ground was blasted into a crater several meters deep.
"It's...it's done?"
Lin Xiao was panting heavily.
His face was deathly pale.
That attack just now drained eighty percent of his spiritual power.
Zhao Wuhen also looked grim.
He stared intently at the center of the smoke and dust.
The wind blew by.
The smoke and dust cleared.
The ancient temple remained standing in the same spot.
Not a single white mark was left on his armor.
He patted the dust off his shoulders.
His tone was so flat it was despair-inducing.
"Is this what humans call... prodigies?"
"The force is too weak."
"It's not even enough to tickle me."
despair.
Utter despair.
This is not even in the same league.
Gu Sha took a step forward.
this step.
It covered a distance of several tens of feet.
He appeared in front of Lin Xiao in an instant.
"You smell terrible."
Gu Sha wrinkled his nose in disgust.
That was the demon race's instinctive rejection of righteousness.