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Chapter 215 - 182: The Great Battle (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 215: Chapter 182: The Great Battle (Please Subscribe)

"Could it be... could it be that he killed three Fake Core cultivators with a single sword strike?"

In a void, a dimly lit small flag emitted a light that enveloped True Persons Purple Pheasant and Yuan Wei.

These two Fake Core cultivators looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

The fierceness of the three Fake Core cultivators of the Myriad Beasts Sect was not known to others, but how could True Person Purple Pheasant not know?

Especially that elder, whose strength was also top-notch among the Fake Cores.

Had he really been cut down just like that?

Although there was a sense of relaxation since they were in front of their own sect’s mountain gate, Purple Pheasant could see very clearly that those three veteran Fake Cores had still habitually activated their True Essence Shields!

A Fake Core cultivator’s True Essence Shield was enough to withstand the attacks of Spiritual Artifacts from a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage.

But the result... was that they were cut down as easily as chopping vegetables.

"Doesn’t this mean... that if that Sword Child wants to kill us, it would only take one strike?"

Yuan Wei looked at Purple Pheasant and murmured, "Now I finally understand why True Person Lv Yi acted that way..."

"But... Lian the ghost is different."

Purple Pheasant looked towards the mountain gate of the Myriad Beasts Sect, a hint of fear in his eyes: "This one is a real Jiedan cultivator; the True Core he condensed back then was only one step away from a Top Grade True Core!"

Fake Core, True Core, Golden Core...

Completely different levels.

A Core Formation cultivator could easily kill a Fake Core cultivator!

"And... since that Sword Child has killed three great Fake Cores of the Myriad Beasts Sect, it’s a fight to the death no matter what."

True Person Yuan Wei looked at Fang Xing: "If a real Jiedan cultivator makes a move, the two of us don’t stand much chance of saving anyone."

Hearing this, True Person Purple Pheasant fell silent.

Both of them had planned to arrive as forces capable of tipping the scales of battle, but they had not expected the situation to develop to this extent!

...

"How dare you, to kill a disciple of the Lian Family."

Lian the ghost, who appeared like a rugged man clad in beast skin, turned red in the face as his eyes momentarily turned into the vertical pupils of some animal, and a fine thread of golden light within them swept across.

"Foundation Establishment at the early stage... yet cultivated an Outer Elixir... The art of the Outer Elixir of the Heavenly Sword Sect is famous far and wide; today, this old man has truly witnessed it."

As a Core Formation cultivator, his insight was far beyond that of a Fake Core, and having cultivated the Spirit Eye Technique, he could see at a glance that Fang Xing’s Fake Core power came from an external source.

And moreover, it was from an ’Outer Elixir’!

Fang Xing smiled faintly, not the least surprised.

The many scriptures of the Heavenly Sword Sect all originated from the "Great Freedom Mysterious Gold Sword Scripture," so it was normal for the art of the Outer Elixir to have spread.

"But... with just an Outer Elixir, to think of humiliating my Myriad Beasts Sect like this, it’s not enough! Far from enough!"

Lian the ghost, with a Horned Bright Snake coiling around his arm and a Third Rank Lower Tier Giant Fiery Serpent Demon King sat atop, both raised their heads, unleashing a terrifying demonic aura.

Although his personal cultivation was still at the early stage of Core Formation, adding this Third Rank low-grade spiritual pet, his combat power was comparable to an average mid-grade Jiedan cultivator.

And the art of the Outer Elixir, at most, could elevate a Perfect Foundation Establishment cultivator to barely comparable to the early stages of Core Formation!

Fang Xing was but in the early stages of Foundation Establishment!

Lian the ghost, a veteran Jiedan cultivator, not only struck at his opponent’s morale with his words but didn’t forget the lesson of the three Fake Cores from before as he patted the beast skin pouch on his waist.

Hum!

With a flash of light, an oddly shaped set of white bone armor appeared on his body.

"Mid-grade Magic Treasure—Ten Thousand Beasts Armor!"

True Person Purple Pheasant’s eyes showed a wary look: "This treasure is crafted by grinding various spiritual beast bones. It is said to include the spirit bones of no less than three Third Rank Demon Kings... Its defensive power is astonishing."

After securing his defenses tightly, Lian the ghost took out two Beast Skin Talismans, infusing them with mana.

Both of these talismans exuded the aura of Demon Kings, obviously made from the skins of Third Rank beasts, a rare find indeed, Third Rank high-quality talismans!

If the Myriad Beasts Sect wasn’t adept at nurturing beasts, they might not have such assets.

Lian the ghost muttered under his breath, then flicked his fingers.

The two talismans instantly ignited, releasing terrifying mana fluctuations.

One was crimson red and the other azure green.

Chirp chirp!

Then, accompanied by a bird’s cry, a somewhat ethereal crimson Fiery Sun Bird flew out from the red light.

From the green flames, a Mountain Wolf jumped out.

Although its form was ethereal, it swiftly expanded, becoming as large as a small hill.

"Fiery Sun Birds, Mountain Wolves!"

"These were the Demon Kings that were once enshrined in our sect!"

Many disciples from the Myriad Beasts Sect, recalling their sect’s scriptures, showed a proud expression on their faces.

"And here I thought you had some sort of technique. It’s just a Soul-binding Talisman, sealing the spirits of two Third Rank Demon Kings into it... This move seems somewhat cunning. It seems the Talisman Master who made these two Third Rank talismans for you has actual skills that are probably only Quasi Third Rank, or even just Second Rank Top Grade at most..."

Fang Xing commented nonchalantly as he flicked the Rotten Iron Sword, not taking it seriously.

Lian the ghost’s face darkened.

Indeed, that was the case. Zheng Country was a small country, and Third Rank Talisman Masters were extremely rare.

The Talisman Masters cultivated by the Myriad Beasts Sect could only reach Second Rank Top Grade or Quasi Third Rank at most, then struggle to improve further.

Fortunately, with Third Rank beast skins to make the talisman papers and the spirits of Third Rank Demon Kings, even Second Rank Top Grade Talisman Masters could barely suffice for sealing them.

Nevertheless, it wasted much of the sect’s stored talisman papers and Demon King spirits to barely create these few Soul-binding Talismans, considered treasures to be kept for dire crises.

Even his disciple Wanwan was only given one as a life-saving trump card.

Lian the old ghost spoke lightly, but in fact, he regarded Fang Xing with the utmost importance, going all-out as soon as he made a move.

At this moment, after unleashing two mighty beast souls to restrain Fang Xing, he slapped his dantian, and above his Heavenly Spirit, a flash of pitch-black light revealed a pitch-black claw.

It seemed this claw was crafted from the paw of some Demon Beast, entwined with fine chains, and at the edges of the paw, there were tiny runes engraved.

"Go!"

Along with a point from Lian the old ghost, his Core Formation power surged into it, and the pitch-black claw was instantly enveloped in a layer of eerie black runes. Emitting a tearing sound through the air, it surprisingly reached Fang Xing before his own attack!

Swoosh!

With a flick of his finger, Fang Xing produced a sword Gang of white gold mixed with specks of starlight. Wrapping around the Rotten Iron Sword, it suddenly split into three, confronting both mighty beast souls and this pitch-black claw.

Swoosh, swoosh!

Two sword threads slashed through the beast souls, then landed on Lian the old ghost’s Ten Thousand Beasts Armor.

His True Yuan Shield instantly shattered, and the sword threads left a shallow imprint on the surface of the Ten Thousand Beasts Armor.

"Hehe!"

Lian the old ghost, seeing the might of Fang Xing’s sword threads, first had his pupils constrict, then relaxed as he pinched a spell and said, "Condense!"

The spirits of the Fiery Sun Bird and the Mountain Wolf, slashed by the sword threads, instantly solidified. Aside from a slight decrease in their power fluctuations, they remained unharmed.

Clang!

And at that moment, the third Sword Shadow also collided with the pitch-black claw.

The Sword Shadow and black claw clashed fiercely in mid-air, becoming locked in a deadlock.

Chirp, chirp!

The Fiery Sun Bird spread its wings, forming scorching fireballs that swept toward Fang Xing.

The Mountain Wolf also opened its maw, and cyan Wind Blades, like gathering tornados, sealed off Fang Xing’s retreat.

"Not good!"

Seeing this scene, True Person Zi Yuan’s face changed color, "A true Jiedan is indeed incomparable to a Fake Core. Facing such a formation, even you or I would likely have no choice but to flee in defeat..."

"And all the more so... that Sword Child is a Sword Cultivator."

Yuan Wei shook his head.

Sword Cultivators are renowned for their fierce killing prowess, known as the deadliest among all cultivators, but they also have severe weaknesses.

First is that their Flying Swords are extremely sharp, but also overly reliant on them.

Once a single sword strike fails to achieve its aim, they often fall into disadvantage.

And the second is... the Sword Cultivator’s body is too fragile!

Now, Fang Xing’s sword threads were unable to cut through the Ten Thousand Beasts Armor, and the Flying Sword itself was entangled, putting him in a definite losing position!

"Supreme Elder is mighty!"

"Please, Supreme Elder, slay this scoundrel and avenge our three honored ancestors!"

The disciples of the Myriad Beasts Sect were passionately agitated. However, upon seeing this, Shi Wanwan’s face revealed a hint of worry.

Regardless of today’s battle outcome, the Myriad Beasts Sect was destined to become enemies with the Heavenly Sword Sect.

And that is a Nascent Soul Sect!

Boom!

Countless fireballs and Wind Blades converged, the wind fanning the flames, transforming into a mingled green-red tornado embedding Fang Xing within.

Lian the old ghost, upon seeing this scene, had just revealed a trace of a smile on his face, but it quickly disappeared.

Because the sound of the sword chant did not dissipate in the air.

When the tornado dissipated, an additional figure appeared in the arena!

A figure wearing a green robe with an emotionless expression, a humanoid Puppet, stood in front of Fang Xing. Spreading its hands open, it emitted a protective cover that could rival a Jiedan Cultivator’s.

Indeed, it was this Puppet that had blocked the fiery wind tornado’s attack.

"A Third Rank Low Grade Puppet?!"

Lian the old ghost was taken aback, "The Heavenly Sword Sect is truly wealthy, but you, a Sword Cultivator... You also practice Puppetry Techniques? And you’re a True Inheritor Sword Child!"

"My Sword Dao realm has reached the state where ’all things can become a sword’, how could you possibly understand?"

Fang Xing cast a sideways glance at Lian the old ghost, his hand forming a spell sigil.

Swoosh!

The Rotten Iron Sword emitted a clear sword chant, suddenly bursting with infinite sharpness, pushing back the pitch-black claw.

"Quick!"

Seeing this, Lian the old ghost formed spells with his hands, unleashing the black fine chains wrapped around the pitch-black claw Magic Treasure, unfurling like a sky-covering earth-net, aiming at the Rotten Iron Sword.

This Magic Treasure was a secret transmission of the Myriad Beasts Sect, specially refined by him with unique prohibitions, specifically to capture Flying Swords!

"Hehe!"

Seeing this, Fang Xing scoffed, his mana surging once more, vaguely surpassing the bounds of the Fake Core realm.

Swoosh!

The Rotten Iron Sword transformed into a streak of light, effortlessly cutting through each chain, breaking through the net with ease, and even leaving a profound sword mark on the pitch-black claw Magic Treasure.

Simultaneously, the Third Rank Puppet descended, its right arm opening to reveal wooden Talisman Papers radiating with cold light, madly drawing Spiritual Energy from the Puppet Core, forming into a Spell that froze heaven and earth.

Whoosh!

Fierce cold winds, countless snowflakes converged in an instant, entrapping the Fiery Sun Bird.

At the same time, the Puppet figure bent and appeared above the Mountain Wolf, slamming down with a fist!

As a Third Rank Low Grade Puppet, its Physique could be compared with average Third Rank Body Cultivators.

Under the horrifying might of the punch, the Mountain Wolf could do nothing but escape in a sorry state.

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