End this quickly!
The longer this drags on, the more dangerous it becomes.
Dong Yuelan gritted her teeth, her body erupting in a blinding golden light as she lunged forward.
"ROAR!"
A low roar surged from her.
Few people knew that besides its astonishing Defensive Power, the Sharp Gold Fang Armor also concealed a Fierce Soul.
As the golden light pulsed, a beast resembling a lion materialized from thin air, its jaws gaping as it lunged at Lian Junhe.
A Suanni!
Legend has it that the dragon had nine offspring, and the Suanni was one of them.
"Hm?"
Faced with the charging woman and Fierce Soul, Lian Junhe's expression shifted slightly as he hastily retreated.
At the same time, with a flick of his finger, countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky.
The Garrison Wind and Thunder Banner!
Wind and thunder raged across the field, electricity crackling. The barrage of thunderbolts forced Dong Yuelan to a halt.
In terms of Cultivation and strength, she might have been slightly stronger than Lian Junhe, but the gap was definitely not large.
With him focused solely on dodging and stalling for time, ending this quickly was nearly impossible.
'I'll risk it all!'
Dong Yuelan gritted her teeth again, a ruthless glint in her beautiful eyes. Her aura surged violently.
It was almost as if she was on the verge of breaking through to the Mid-Stage Dao Foundation Realm.
The longspear soaring above trembled and transformed into thousands upon thousands of silver, fiery streams that poured down.
A closer look would reveal that each stream of light was in fact a charging weapon. Millions of them converged into a tide, rushing madly toward Lian Junhe as if to completely submerge him.
The Ten Thousand Ridges Technique!
This was the Hundred Flowers Sect's most powerful killing method, a dao-protecting art passed down for a thousand years.
It could transform True Essence into weapons of indomitable power.
When channeled through the Magical Treasure Silver Spear, its might was even greater. And on top of that, Dong Yuelan had activated a Secret Technique to boost her Cultivation.
"Good!"
Lian Junhe, who was still trying to flee, had his expression change. With an angry shout of praise, a Spirit Talisman appeared in his palm.
The Spirit Talisman ignited without flame, and a phantom image immediately materialized around him.
Dragon head, turtle body, snake tail—it was the image of the Black Tortoise, born from the union of the Ancient Divine Beasts, the Soaring Snake and Divine Turtle.
A Tier Three Spirit Talisman—the Black Tortoise Yin Yang Talisman!
Tier Three Spirit Talismans are difficult to create and expensive, especially Protective Spirit Talismans.
And he just so happened to have one.
The Black Tortoise coiled, isolating the inside from the out, creating a world of its own. It stood unwavering under the bombardment of a thousand streams of light.
"You made me waste a Tier Three Spirit Talisman."
Seeing that he was safe, Lian Junhe breathed a sigh of relief, then his face turned vicious.
"I have cultivated for two hundred years. Did you think I wouldn't have a few tricks up my sleeve? Today, I'll let you see what I'm capable of."
Hm?
The moment the words left his mouth, his expression suddenly changed.
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Bend knees, push off, leap high into the air.
And then…
A punch!
It was clearly a stiff, mindless corpse, yet it was executing a sophisticated Fist Technique.
As the Refined Corpse lunged, a tangible Corpse Qi billowed out. The leaves throughout the dense forest turned withered and yellow, their life force visibly draining away. For a moment, light and shadow flickered and danced, figures blurred, and the dreamlike, confusing scene caused an instantaneous loss of direction.
Celestial Corpse Fist!
It seemed like an ordinary Fist Technique, but it pushed the unique qualities of a Refined Corpse to their absolute limit. It wasn't just a perfect combination of power and speed; it also merged the Corpse Qi with the heavens and earth. If cultivated to the extreme, a single Fist Force could manifest a state of Eternal Purgatory, dragging the opponent bodily into it.
'As expected of a Sect with a legacy from ancient times. Their methods are truly impressive. No wonder it could withstand my blow just now.'
Surprise flashed in Zhu Ju's eyes, but his hands didn't stop moving.
With a shrug of his shoulders, the Magical Treasure Wind and Thunder Blade Wings, wrapped in Thunder Power, shot toward the incoming Soul-Devouring Hammer.
At the same time, his body trembled slightly. A series of crisp cracks echoed from his bones and limbs as he clenched his fist and threw a sudden punch.
Nine Mountains Skill!
Little Heavenly Gang Fist Technique!
When it came to close-quarters combat and the utilization of the Physical Body, Human Immortal Martial Arts could be said to be the pinnacle.
This wasn't to say that the Martial Skills of the Main World were inferior.
Quite the opposite.
Because the Main World had long-lived beings like Golden Core Grandmasters and Nascent Soul Daoists, its Martial Skills had far surpassed those of Human Immortal Martial Arts, reaching a level where martial prowess could lead to the Dao.
It was just that with access to powerful Magic and indomitable Flying Swords, very few people bothered to delve into Martial Arts anymore.
Power!
Power!
Power!
There were no flashy moves or techniques. Terrifying power simply accumulated within his body and then erupted.
Body Refining Fourth Realm!
Zhu Ju had taken a shortcut, so his foundation wasn't as solid as a Martial Saint of the Human Immortal Martial Arts path, but his Realm of Body Refining Fourth Realm was real.
His Physical Body was comparable to a Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact that had been tempered a thousand times. To a certain extent, he could even withstand a Magical Treasure.
He didn't need exquisite moves. Just unleashing his own power was astonishing enough.
"PENG!"
The two fists collided.
A visible shockwave of air erupted from the point of contact.
The surrounding trees exploded, Fierce Flames erupted from the ground, and the concentrated Qi Force spread out like a hurricane.
"KRAK!"
"PENG!"
With the sound of an arm bone snapping, a figure was sent flying by the Giant Power, soaring a hundred meters backward and smashing through several massive trees before tumbling to the ground.
It was the Refined Corpse!
In terms of raw power, Zhu Ju of the Body Refining Fourth Realm was clearly superior.
"SWISH!"
After sending the Refined Corpse flying with a single punch, Zhu Ju flickered and charged toward the Celestial Corpse Sect Cultivator, his speed like a flash of lightning.
"Body Refining Fourth Realm!"
The Celestial Corpse Sect Cultivator finally realized what was happening. The expression under his black cloth twisted hideously, and fear appeared in his eyes.
'Dammit!'
'He's clearly only at Mid-Stage Dao Foundation Cultivation, so how could he possibly have the Physical Body of a Body Refining Fourth Realm cultivator?'
'Even those self-mutilating lunatics from the Netherworld Sect can't do that.'
As the thought raced through his mind, he suddenly threw up his hands, and a sheet of pale white light descended, covering everything.
Corpse Demon Cold Light Demon!
The Corpse Demon Profound Light, refined for over a hundred years, had the ability to corrode the Physical Body. It was the bane of Body Refining Cultivators.
But,
the disparity in power was too great, so its effect was limited.
Like a phantom, Zhu Ju rushed out of the Profound Light's range of illumination and, without a change in expression, threw another punch.
"SWISH!"
A jet-black coffin appeared in front of him.
Every cultivator of the Celestial Corpse Sect had a coffin.
This coffin wasn't just for Corpse Nurturing; it was also a Lifebound Spiritual Artifact or Magical Treasure with numerous wonderful uses.
Naturally, it could also be used for protection.
"BOOM…"
The fist landed on the black coffin. Even though it was refined from ten-thousand-year-old yin-sunken wood, cracks began to appear.
However, it was, after all, an item refined with the Celestial Corpse Sect Cultivator's own lifeblood. Completely destroying it wouldn't be so simple.
"CREAK…"
The coffin lid opened.
Countless black chains swarmed out like an unfurling spiderweb, wrapping around Zhu Ju.
Yin Soul Chains!
This was a Magical Artifact condensed from Yin Sha Qi. The longer it was nurtured, the greater its power.
As they surged out, even Zhu Ju's movements were momentarily halted.
'An opportunity!'
"Go!"
Joy flashed in the Celestial Corpse Sect Cultivator's eyes. With a flick of a Spell, the black coffin, the Refined Corpse, and the Corpse Demon Cold Light Demon all rushed forward.
He didn't need to kill Zhu Ju, just trap him for a while.
'All I have to do is wait, and other Demonic Cultivators will come when they hear the commotion. Then we can easily suppress him.'
"SWISH!"
A cold glint flashed before his eyes.
His movements suddenly froze. A look of confusion appeared in his eyes, and then his body split in half down the middle.
"THUD!"
The two halves of the corpse fell to the ground. A three-foot-long Longsword with a reserved, cold gleam hovered silently in midair.
The Ten Directions Cross Sword!
Just as he had used all his techniques and thought he had Zhu Ju under control, this sword had abruptly shot out from underground.
With the sharpness of a Middle Grade Magical Treasure, a single light slash was enough to cleave the Physical Body of a Mid-Stage Dao Foundation Cultivator in two.
His Magical Robe and Protective Spirit Talisman had been completely useless.
"SHIIING…"
The Wind and Thunder Blade Wings trembled violently, scattering into more than three hundred Curved Sabers that rushed toward Lian Junhe in the distance.
At the same time.
The Ten Directions Cross Sword transformed into ten streaks of Sword Light that crisscrossed in the air, blanketing an area of several acres.
Ten Directions Killing Dao!
A Stern Slaughter Intent filled the entire area.
"How can this be?"
Terror filled Lian Junhe's eyes.
"You should have just recently advanced to Mid-Stage Dao Foundation…"
He remembered clearly. A little over a decade ago, Zhu Ju wasn't even a Mid-Stage Dao Foundation Cultivator yet.
'Even if he was!'
'He shouldn't have been able to finish off that Celestial Corpse Sect Cultivator so cleanly.'
'At the same Realm, the difference in strength is usually not that large. You can defeat or repel someone, but killing them is very difficult.'
'That's right!'
'Back then, Zhu Ju had quickly dealt with the Dao Foundation cultivator from the Blood Demon Sect, forcing me to flee.'
'Isn't today's situation exactly the same as back then?'
'No!'
'Can I even escape today?'
Faced with the charging Dong Yuelan and Zhu Ju, along with several astonishingly powerful Magical Treasures, despair filled Lian Junhe's eyes.
A short while later.
"BOOM!"
As countless streams of light descended from the sky and streaks of Sword Light crisscrossed in the air, Lian Junhe's Physical Body exploded.
"Junior Brother Zhu…"
Dong Yuelan looked over, her expression complicated.
"You really… gave me a huge surprise."
"This is no time to be sentimental," Zhu Ju said, shaking his head. He gathered the things on the ground and gestured.
"Senior Sister Dong, we need to leave. Now."
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「Immortal Alliance headquarters.」
Streaks of sinister and chilling Tunneling Light descended from the sky as countless Demonic Demon People emerged from the surrounding mountain forests.
The former Imperial Palace was already a field of ruins.
The Righteous Dao Immortal Family members who used to come and go were gone, replaced by the flickering of gloomy black light.
In the center of the ruins.
A giant throne made of countless white bones stood silently. Tan Shouli, a Golden Core Grandmaster of the Celestial Corpse Sect, sat upon it.
His features were regular and his appearance dignified, but his eyes were blood-red, making him seem not of the living.
Qii Yao flew down and bowed respectfully. Her gaze paused on the bone throne, and her beautiful eyes immediately narrowed.
The bones were ghastly white!
Looking closer, there was still fresh flesh and blood on them, and the blood flowing beneath gave off a pungent smell.
'These bones…'
'I can faintly sense a few familiar auras among them.'
'Those people from the Lin Family and the Lu Family?'
"Besides the Immortal Alliance Cultivators, there were also one or two thousand Mortals here. I used their flesh and blood to refine a Magical Artifact," Tan Shouli said slowly.
"I did forget, however, that some of the women in the Imperial Palace were quite striking. They would have been very suitable for joining your Joyful Sect to cultivate."
"I had a sudden impulse and didn't leave any for your Joyful Sect. That's not a problem, is it?"
"THUD!"
Qii Yao's face went pale, and her knees gave way as she knelt on the ground.
"It was their good fortune to be used to refine Senior's Magical Artifact."
'No wonder I couldn't sense a single living soul in the entire Imperial Palace. This White-Faced Scholar is just as cruel and ruthless as the rumors say.'
As the thought crossed her mind, Qii Yao's attitude became even more reverent, terrified of angering him.
"That's good," Tan Shouli nodded.
"Go and prepare one hundred thousand people. I want to perform a blood sacrifice."
'One hundred thousand people?'
"…" Qii Yao's heart pounded wildly.
"Yes!"
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"Anyone over forty, anyone with a disability, anyone bedridden—if they meet any of those criteria, drag them out!"
"BOOM!"
A door splintered, and a family of four, huddled together, was thrown out by a Demonic Cultivator.
On the long street.
Screams and wails filled the air.
"Superior-grade aptitude?"
A Celestial Corpse Sect Cultivator pulled up a Child and smiled.
"You're a talented one. Would you be willing to become my disciple and serve me as a Child?"
"I won't!"
The Child roared.
"You killed my grandfather, my father, and my mother! I'm going to learn Magic from a Righteous Dao Immortal Master and avenge them when I grow up!"
"Ambitious," the Celestial Corpse Sect Cultivator said with a smiling nod. With a light wave of his hand, the nearby coffin flew over on its own.
"PENG!"
The coffin lid opened.
He grabbed the Child and threw him inside.
"A pity you won't get the chance."
Not far away.
A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy knelt on the ground, trembling.
"Decent aptitude."
The Celestial Corpse Sect Cultivator spoke, his face expressionless.
"Are you willing to become my disciple?"
"This junior is willing! I'm willing!" The boy's body stiffened, and he kowtowed frantically.
"Senior… Master, can you spare my father and mother? They just turned forty."
"Heh heh…" The Celestial Corpse Sect Cultivator chuckled lowly. With a wave of his sleeve, he threw out two palm-sized coffins.
"In a bit, you'll be in charge of collecting their corpses. I'll teach you how to refine a corpse into a Walking Corpse."
"Ah?"
The boy looked up, his face a mask of despair.
In the distance,
Qii Yao gently shook her head.
The Demon Dao!
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