novelapdf Chapter 114 Instant Kill
Chapter 114 Instant Kill
Chapter 115 Instant Kill
Three hundred li to the west of Longevity Hill.
In a hidden underground cave.
"boom!"
A loud bang shattered the silence underground.
The rock wall was forcibly shattered by external force, and amidst the flying debris, three disheveled figures stumbled and rolled into the hidden cave.
Two men and one woman, all covered in blood and barely breathing.
Immediately following, two cold, sinister divine senses probed into the cave. Accompanied by two arrogant, cold laughs, two rogue cultivators dressed in purple robes hovered at the cave entrance, stepping on magical artifacts.
"Run? Why aren't you running anymore?" The purple-robed cultivator in the lead had a scar on his face and was playing with a blood-dripping ghost-head knife in his hand. He released his spiritual pressure, which was at the late stage of the Spirit Refinement stage, without reservation, and locked onto the three people on the ground.
"Brother, don't waste your breath on them. Kill the man, take the woman, and that thing must be on them." Another tall, thin cultivator licked his lips, his eyes filled with greed.
The three rogue cultivators being chased looked desperate. They had been extremely careful in this operation, waiting until the end of the earth spirit tide, when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was at its calmest and most ferocious beasts were in hiding, before daring to leave Qingmu Market together to seek a glimmer of opportunity.
By a stroke of luck, they actually managed to obtain a century-old spiritual fruit by chance. However, the news leaked out, and they were targeted by the infamous Black Fiend Alliance members, who chased them all the way here, leaving them exhausted.
"Um?"
Just as the scarred monk was about to make his move, his gaze suddenly swept across the depths of the cave, and his brows furrowed slightly.
In the deepest shadows of the cave, a person sat cross-legged.
This person wore a withered green robe and looked like rotten wood. There was no trace of life force emanating from his body. If one did not see him with the naked eye, one would only think of him as a stubborn rock when one scanned him with divine sense.
"The true meaning of flourishing and decay —"
In the shadows, Fan Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
After months of seclusion, he had been trying to comprehend the true meaning of life and death, the cycle of life and death. At this moment, he completely suppressed his vitality, presenting a withered state. To outsiders, the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him were negligible, at most at the level of the mid-stage of Qi Refining.
"Who's playing tricks there!" the tall, thin cultivator shouted coldly, his divine sense sweeping over Fan Yuan.
Upon detecting the faint fluctuations of Qi Refining stage energy, the tall, thin cultivator's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and he let out a sneer: "So it's just a Qi Refining stage ant hiding here in seclusion."
The scarred monk also withdrew his gaze, a cruel glint in his eyes: "Consider yourself unlucky to have stumbled upon our grandpas' good time. Second brother, kill him while you're at it, cut the weeds and eliminate the roots."
"Okay."
The tall, thin cultivator grinned maliciously, pointed his finger, and a jet-black, shuttle-shaped magic weapon transformed into a streak of black light, heading straight for Fan Yuan's face. It was so fast that ordinary Qi Refining cultivators didn't even have a chance to react.
The female cultivator being chased closed her eyes in despair, her voice trembling as she said, "Fellow Daoist, we've dragged you into this—"
However, the expected sound of the skull shattering did not occur.
"Ding!"
A dull, unusual sound rang out.
The dark light stopped three feet in front of Fan Yuan.
A black water sphere appeared out of thin air, rapidly expanding and enveloping Fan Yuan's entire body.
This water sphere appears thin and light, but it actually hides a secret. The moment the black, shuttle-shaped magic weapon pierced the water sphere, it encountered an extremely strange deflecting force, which is a characteristic of weak water.
Moreover, the interior of the water sphere was filled with fine, illusory sand, containing the weight and pressure of sediment. Every inch the artifact penetrated, it became as heavy as a thousand pounds.
At the same time, an invisible airflow was rapidly rotating on the surface of the water sphere, dissipating the impact force of the magical artifact layer by layer.
The deflection of weak water, the suppression of sediment, and the agile unloading of wind.
The three elements blend perfectly, forming this flawless water shield.
The powerful mid-grade magic weapon, the Black Poison Shuttle, was now like a flying insect stuck in a swamp. Not only could it not move forward, but the spiritual light on its surface was also emitting a hissing sound and quickly dimming under the corrosive effect of the weak water.
"What the hell is that?!"
The tall, thin cultivator was horrified and frantically tried to summon back his magical artifact by forming hand seals, only to find that the spiritual connection between him and the artifact was being rapidly severed.
Fan Yuan remained seated cross-legged, not even lifting a finger.
He simply stared at the tall, thin cultivator, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a long-cold corpse.
"Qi Refining Period?"
A faint smile appeared on Fan Yuan's lips.
A thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Feng Shui Blade".
The black water sphere enveloping its entire body instantly deformed. The originally round shield was suddenly stretched by an invisible force, and the water flow and wind pressure rubbed violently together, transforming into a huge, semi-transparent black blade.
"go."
Fan Yuan uttered a single word.
"Whoosh!"
The black blade instantly covered a distance of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), moving so fast that even its afterimage could not be caught.
"Not good! Second brother, retreat quickly! This kid has been hiding his cultivation!" The scarred cultivator finally reacted, his eyes wide with rage. He slashed out a blood-red blade of light several meters long with his ghost-head saber, attempting to intercept the black blade.
However, it was too late.
The extreme speed of the wind, coupled with the heaviness of the weak water.
The black blade sliced through the crimson light without hindrance, passing right through the tall, thin cultivator's body.
A thin black line appeared on his waist. Then, the wound suddenly erupted with scorching heat from being cut by the wind blade at high speed, and charred black from being corroded by the weak water.
"Clatter".
The tall, thin monk's upper body slid off, the cut surface charred, but not a drop of blood flowed out.
One strike, instantly killing an early-stage Spirit Refinement cultivator!
The cave was deathly silent.
The three rogue cultivators being chased stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
They never imagined that this seemingly lifeless Qi Refining youth was actually a hidden master!
"Who—who are you?!"
The scarred monk's hand holding the sword trembled violently. He could see clearly that the opponent's attack just now did not use any magical artifacts; it was purely the ultimate application of magic.
This level of control over the five elements' spiritual power is definitely the mark of a powerhouse above the Refining Spirit stage!
escape!
With only this one thought in his mind, the scarred monk bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence onto the ghost-headed blade. He then transformed into a streak of bloody light and was about to flee out of the cave.
"Since we're already here, why rush to leave?"
Fan Yuan's voice rang in his ears.
"The Art of Riding the Wind and Flowing Clouds"!
Fan Yuan's figure had somehow merged into the airflow within the cave, transforming into an elusive breeze that arrived first despite being behind, directly cutting off the scarred cultivator's retreat.
"This is outrageous! I'll fight you to the death!"
With nowhere to dodge, the scarred cultivator let out a desperate roar, his entire body burning with magical power. He gripped the ghost-headed saber tightly with both hands and, with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, fiercely slashed down at the afterimage in front of him.
Faced with this desperate struggle, Fan Yuan did not use any more magic.
He slowly raised his right hand, clenching his five fingers into a fist.
A pure and extreme physical strength and restrained spiritual power converged at the fist.
"Crushing Mountain Force", the third level.
"break."
He threw a punch.
The fist and the blade of the demon head sword collided without any fancy moves.
"Snap!"
The high-quality, top-grade magic weapon, the Ghost Head Saber, shattered into pieces like a fragile block of ice the moment it came into contact with the fist.