Star Sky Professional
Chapter 216 - 183 Concealed (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 216: Chapter 183 Concealed (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

"This..."

Seeing Fang Xing actually overpowering Old Ghost Luo in a fight, Teacher Wanwan simply couldn’t believe it.

Her master was an old-brand Core Formation real person!

Since when had he been on equal footing with a Sword Child?

Could it be that all inheritors from Nascent Soul Sects are so formidable?

"Die!"

On the battlefield, Fang Xing wielded the Rotten Iron Sword, splitting the pitch-black claw-shaped Magic Treasure into two.

Then, like a meteor, the Rotten Iron Sword pierced directly towards Old Ghost Luo.

The momentum was so overwhelming that even Old Ghost Luo, clad in Ten Thousand Beasts Armor, considered momentarily avoiding its edge.

’This time... I must at least kill Old Ghost Luo to consider this trip a success.’

’Old Ghost Luo is most likely colluding with the Demon Path, and at life’s brink, something should be forced out...’

’If my guess is wrong and the Demon Path cultivators sit idly by as Old Ghost Luo dies... then I might as well make the most of the mistake... and let the Sect directly absorb the Myriad Beasts Sect.’

Fang Xing’s fingers changed rapidly as he executed his Sword technique.

The Sword Qi howled, and the Sword Gang shimmered, continuously entangling with the Ten Thousand Beasts Armor.

Suddenly!

Old Ghost Luo snorted coldly, and the Third Rank giant serpent under him lashed out with its tail!

Whack!

Tremendous force landed on the Rotten Iron Sword, astonishingly sending the Flying Sword flying off.

After that, a purplish-black toxic mist sprayed out of the giant serpent’s mouth, seeming to corrode even the air it passed through, enveloping the Rotten Iron Sword.

Fang Xing’s expression changed, calling back the Flying Sword.

The Rotten Iron Sword appeared as good as new, without even a scratch on it.

"Third Rank deadly poison, capable of contaminating Divine Sense..."

Unfortunately, Fang Xing’s Divine Sense was his weak point, and faced with the serpent’s Third Rank poison, he felt under pressure.

Old Ghost Luo’s expression became much more solemn, tinged with a hint of regret.

Apparently, the previous rage had been all an act.

Such a Core Formation old ghost, having lived for hundreds of years, with unfathomable scheming: "It’s a pity... I had wanted to use you to bait out the hidden individuals from the Heavenly Sword Sect, but it seems you, as a Sword Child True Inheritor, aren’t that important after all... Well then, might as well kill you first."

"Just right... let you witness the secret technique I have agonized over and finally comprehended after days of secluded cultivation!"

While speaking, Old Ghost Luo pinched out a technique with both hands, and a strange blood-colored flame emerged around him.

"Hiss hiss!"

The Horned Bright Snake, coiled around his arm, lacking feet but with two horns on its head and rich Flood Dragon Bloodline, suddenly hissed, was seized by Old Ghost Luo in one grab, transformed into a red blood orb, and pressed onto the giant serpent’s head below.

"Roar roar!"

The Third Rank giant serpent, bolstered thus, suddenly let out a roar, rolled over on the spot, its snake skin ripping apart to reveal a blue-colored... Flood Dragon?!

The Flood Dragon was thirty feet long, with four claws on its belly and a horn on its head.

A terrifying Demon King aura, far surpassing the giant serpent before, overflowed from it!

As soon as the Green Flood Dragon appeared, the sky turned dark with dense clouds as if it naturally possessed the Innate Divine Ability to call the wind and summon the rain.

It swung its head and tail, ascending to the Sky Dome, then suddenly a green thunderbolt fell, striking the Void.

Two Fake Core cultivators, who had been using the small flag to conceal their forms, silently cursed their bad luck as the green lightning shook them loose from the Void, each spitting out a mouthful of Essence Blood.

"What is this... secret technique?"

Real Person Ziyuan watched the Flood Dragon, whose aura was now faintly approaching a Mid-grade Third Rank Demon Beast, with a look of despair on his face.

The gap between Third Rank Demon Kings could be as vast as heaven and earth.

Among Demon Beasts of the same Grade, the bloodline’s quality primarily determined strength.

Without a doubt, a Third Rank giant serpent would certainly not be as formidable as a Third Rank Flood Dragon!

This Third Rank Mid-grade left and right Flood Dragon could have a true strength that may even be comparable to a Human Clan’s Core Formation Late Stage cultivator!

"Good secret technique... It seems that using the Horned Bright Snake’s Flood Dragon bloodline, the serpent’s shortcomings were made up... Just that, such a secret technique probably has a limited duration, it can’t always be like this, right? Furthermore... for the Horned Bright Snake, the Flood Dragon bloodline will definitely suffer severe damage."

Fang Xing didn’t care about the appearance of Real Person Ziyuan and just watched Old Ghost Luo with a light laugh.

"This ’Bloodline Fusion’ secret technique, even if it lasts for only a limited time, is enough to kill all of you."

Old Ghost Luo’s face instantly twisted hideously, and the Green Flood Dragon immediately let out a dragon’s cry, thunderbolts raining down with a rumble!

"Come!"

Fang Xing gestured with a beckoning motion, and the Third Rank Puppet immediately took position in front of him, raising a semi-dome-shaped blue Protective Cover.

Real Person Ziyuan and Real Person Yuan Wei fared much worse, after two lightning strikes, they fell to ash on the spot, leaving behind only two nascent Magic Treasures.

A Mid-grade Third Rank Flood Dragon could easily slaughter Fake Core cultivators!

Even an Early Stage Core Formation cultivator might likely perish under the dragon’s claws, like that unlucky fellow from the Qingxuan Sect.

"Humph, ignorant Loose Cultivator! Daring to get involved in such a major affair..."

Old Ghost Luo hovered in midair, standing with his hands behind his back.

With the protection of the Ten Thousand Beasts Armor and the attack power of the Third Rank Green Flood Dragon, he felt confident that even against a Core Formation Middle Stage cultivator, he could fight and win.

Naturally, he didn’t take a Sword Child True Inheritor seriously.

"Now... it’s your turn!"

Old Ghost Luo looked towards Fang Xing, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

"Indeed, were we both intent on using each other as bait to secure an advantage for the ones behind us?"

Fang Xing’s eyes glinted.

Without further hesitation, he went all out, turning the Rotten Iron Sword into an elegant arc through the air.

Whoosh!

An astonishing sword light flashed up, severing the green lightning and, guided by fate’s invisible hand, struck the Green Flood Dragon’s neck right on a reverse scale.

Roar! Roar!

The Flood Dragon wept blood and fell from the sky.

"What? A single sword strike grievously wounded the Green Flood Dragon? This... this is... Sword Intent Heavenly Heart?!"

Lian Laogui, upon witnessing this, let out an odd shout and quickly backed away, attempting to retreat into the domain of the Myriad Beasts Sect.

Before.

He, along with three other Fake Core cultivators, had confidently stepped out of the array to engage Fang Xing in magical combat.

Now faced with a life-and-death crisis, he immediately wanted to return to the safety of the sect, protected by its array.

Qingxuan Sect itself boasted a Third Rank Mountain Protection Array.

The array of the Myriad Beasts Sect was bound to be even more sophisticated, and it was rated as Top Grade Third Rank.

Even if Fang Xing had mastered Sword Intent and ranked among the top fighters within the Core Formation Cultivators, he would definitely struggle to breach it in a short time!

"Thinking of escaping now, aren’t you a bit late?"

Fang Xing, merging with his sword, shot through the air like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

His Great Freedom Mysterious Gold Sword Qi, having the fastest sword flight technique among Sword Cultivators, was naturally exceptional.

Fang Xing overtook Lian Laogui, who set out later but arrived first, and delivered a sword strike.

After condensing his Sword Heart, he could not only employ Sword Intent but also pinpoint an enemy’s weaknesses, follow specific sword paths, and strike at the most vulnerable parts of his foes with his sharpest resolve—this technique of defeating the strong with the weak was also known as "Sword Intent Heavenly Heart"!

The Third Rank Green Flood Dragon had just been sliced on its reverse scale and had nearly perished from a single hit.

Obviously, this was because Fang Xing had not yet condensed his Sword Pill, and his Sword Heart was not yet Perfect.

Otherwise, Sword Intent was nearly an invincible technique among the Third Rank; under such a strike, that Green Flood Dragon would have met certain death!

At the moment, Fang Xing thrust his sword, striking the Myriad Beasts Armor, which made even this Mid-grade Magic Treasure let out a mournful cry, as fissures appeared one after another on its white bone surface.

At the same time, a Sword Intent, ignoring the defensive power of the Myriad Beasts Armor, directly slashed into Lian Laogui’s Sea of Consciousness with the intention of destroying his Divine Soul in one blow!

"Eh? He didn’t die? He actually has a treasure specifically protecting his Divine Soul?"

With one sword strike, Fang Xing saw that Lian Laogui was only dazed and had not fallen dead. He chuckled lightly, "Again!"

"No good, we must quickly rescue the Master!"

Inside the Mountain Gate of the Myriad Beasts Sect, Wanwan, upon seeing this, bit her teeth in frustration and charged out on her Three-tailed Spiritual Fox, holding a Confining Spirit Talisman in her hand!

Alas, she was only a Foundation Establishment Cultivator and could not intervene in such a critical Core Formation level battle.

Fang Xing’s sword was swift, but at the very moment he struck, from the south, there surged a tide of blood so vast it seemed to transform into a long river.

From within that river, an enormous hand stretched out, forming seals, and struck towards him!

"Core Formation Cultivator, and at the Core Formation Middle Stage?"

Fang Xing smiled faintly and, merging with his sword once more, slashed through Lian Laogui, then with a swift motion, turned his Rotten Iron Sword into a brilliant streak of light, cleaving the Blood River’s big handprint in two.

Where the Blood River dissipated, a Core Formation Cultivator appeared.

He looked middle-aged, clothed like a Confucian scholar, and appeared very refined, save for the lingering smell of blood that seemed impossible to clear.

"Core Formation Middle Stage? Is the comer the Second Hall Master of Blood River Palace? Crossing national boundaries so rashly and siding with the Myriad Beasts Sect, it seems you’ve resolutely thrown your lot in with the Wanxiang Demon Sect."

Fang Xing pointed with his hands, and eight sword lights formed a protective barrier around him as he laughed heartily.

At the same time, a Third Rank Puppet, under his control, moved towards where the Third Rank Green Flood Dragon had fallen.

Now, the secret technique allowing Bloodline Fusion had long since failed, and the Green Flood Dragon cried pitifully as it reverted to a giant Third Rank serpent, with the Horned Bright Snake nowhere in sight.

"Backlash from the secret technique... Dead?"

The Third Rank Puppet’s eyes moved to the weakened giant serpent and smashed its head with a punch.

...

"Alas... I did not expect years of planning to be foiled directly by a reckless youngster."

The Second Hall Master of the Blood River Palace sighed, "Such a swift sword... I was ready to risk exposing myself if it meant saving the Supreme Elder of the Myriad Beasts Sect, but it was still too late..."

With his tactic invalidated, he chose not to act any further.

"Ha-ha, this is not recklessness, it’s using wisdom to cut through chaos!"

Accompanied by a clear laugh, a crimson sword light descended to reveal a Golden Core Sword Cultivator clad in blood-colored clothes.

His eyebrows were elegantly arched, and although he grinned with a carefree smile, the sharpness of a sword cultivator couldn’t be erased.

"Meeting Elder Fu!"

Seeing this man, Fang Xing promptly performed a sword salute.

This Elder in crimson, Fu Hongyi, had been a True Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect before condensing a Sword Pill that brought him to the brink of the Golden Core stage, becoming an inner door Elder, and was a mighty Sword Cultivator who had comprehended both Sword Heart and Sword Intent!

"Fu Hongyi... it is actually you in person? It seems the Daoist Soldiers of the Heavenly Sword Sect are already on their way..."

The middle-aged Confucian let out a sigh, his figure gradually fading away.

It seemed he had already made his escape possibly leaving behind but an illusion.

"Since you’ve come, don’t leave!"

Fu Hongyi chuckled lightly, his sword suddenly drawn from its sheath.

Whoosh!

A streak of blood flashed, and it seemed like the wails of the Second Hall Master of Blood River could be heard across the sky.

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