txolops Chapter 183 Instantly Kills a Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator! A Shock to Mulan!
Chapter 183 Instantly Kills a Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator! A Shock to Mulan!
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"I'll do it."
The bald, burly man was quite confident in himself.
He was tall and strong. With a flick of his arms, spiritual light surged around him as he strode forward to confront the tall, thin sorcerer.
Without exchanging many words, the two unleashed their magical weapons and began to fight in the air.
The bald, burly man brandished a massive mountain-splitting axe, its entire body jet black, its blade gleaming coldly, each strike carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.
The tall, thin mage wielded a short, jet-black staff, its tip emitting a faint black light. The staff moved with the agility of a snake, dodging left and right, maneuvering against the giant axe.
For a moment, the air was filled with axe shadows and flashing black light, the battle raging fiercely and evenly matched.
But it was clear to anyone with eyes that neither side was going all out.
This was merely a probing exchange, with each side unleashing their magical weapons to test the other's strengths and weaknesses.
About an incense stick's time later, the two tacitly stopped and retreated.
"A draw."
The tall, thin mage said something expressionlessly, then turned and flew back to the mage army.
He flew to the man in black robes and whispered a few words to him.
The man in black robes nodded slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over the six Nascent Soul cultivators opposite him.
The next moment, the man in black robes floated down lightly and landed on the spot where the battle had just taken place, stopping there.
"Your opponent this time is me. Let me make this clear: this is a fight to the death. Don't expect anyone to suddenly stop the battle."
The man in black robes spoke in a hoarse, indistinct voice, a fleeting look of contempt in his eyes.
Black energy surged around him, and faint ghostly wails could be heard emanating from him, sending chills down one's spine.
Upon hearing this, the bald-browed man, the old man surnamed Ma, and others flew into a rage.
"What an arrogant fiend!" the bald, burly man roared, and was about to rush forward.
The elderly man surnamed Ma also gripped the scroll tightly, his face ashen.
But since they've already fought once, it would be somewhat unreasonable for them to make another move now.
Lin Chuan, being in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, naturally couldn't casually attack someone in the early-stage Nascent Soul realm—bullying the weak would sound bad if word got out.
Bu Yunhe was injured and very weak, clearly no match for him.
As a result, of the five people on the other side, only Han Li and Gu Shuangpu have not yet made a move.
Gu Shuangpu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly spoke up: "This person is probably a demonic cultivator. My methods might be countered by him. Perhaps... Fellow Daoist Han, you should go?"
He spoke politely, but everyone could tell he didn't want to take any risks.
Han Li glanced at him, his expression calm, and said indifferently, "I'll do it."
He moved swiftly and rushed out, facing the man in black robes from afar.
……
The man in black robes glanced at Han Li, his eyes darting up and down. His pupils gradually turned from black to green, his gaze filled with contempt.
"I have no time to waste. Hand over your life now."
The man in black robes chuckled sinisterly from within the black mist, and with a quick hand gesture, his size increased by more than two times—the ordinary-looking man who had appeared to be of average build suddenly transformed into a giant standing two zhang tall!
Although it was not very clear due to the obstruction of the yin energy, the black-robed man whose clothes were torn could be vaguely seen with two horns growing from his head, fangs sticking out from his mouth, and a ferocious and terrifying face.
No wonder many cultivators believe that these unfamiliar sorcerers are all transformed from otherworldly beings.
The bald, burly man and the others looked grave upon seeing this. This demonic cultivator's aura was far stronger than that of the two from before.
Only Lin Chuan remained calm.
Both he and Han Li cultivated the "Azure Origin Sword Technique," and both used seventy-two natal flying swords refined with Golden Thunder Bamboo, each imbued with Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder—specifically designed to counter evil spirits and malevolent forces.
This demonic cultivator has really bitten off more than he can chew when he met Han Li.
……
In his line of sight, Han Li didn't say much, simply raising his hand and waving it—
A golden arc of electricity shot out from his palm!
The electric arc was as thin as a hair, yet it contained astonishing power, crackling as it shot straight at the man in black!
"Golden electric arcs?"
The man in black robes didn't pay any attention at first, but as the golden arc of electricity approached, he suddenly remembered something, and his pupils shrank!
That golden arc of electricity... he felt like he'd heard of it somewhere before!
When he received the demonic arts, the elder who transmitted the arts repeatedly warned him that among the things that the Heavenly Demonic Arts most forbid, there was this golden electric arc!
That's a divine thunder specifically designed to counter evil and demonic arts!
The man in black robes turned purple, his heart pounding with fear. Ever since he began practicing this demonic art, he had rarely encountered an opponent of his own level, and had even forgotten about this matter for a moment!
He tried to escape, but it was too late.
With a thought, Han Li caused the golden arc of electricity to explode, transforming into a huge golden net that tightly enveloped the man in black robes!
"ah--!"
A loud "sizzle" sound rang out.
Under the golden arc's fierce strike, the black aura surrounding the black-robed man melted away instantly, like ice and snow meeting fire! Countless plumes of black smoke rose from the net, accompanied by screams and wails of agony, extremely mournful!
The man in black struggled desperately, but the golden lightning net tightened like a net from heaven and earth. The demonic energy within him was utterly powerless against the exorcising divine lightning, and along with his nascent soul, it was gradually eroded by the golden lightning and fire!
Within moments, the black-robed man's screams abruptly ceased.
The golden lightning net dissipated, leaving only a wisp of green smoke in the air, drifting away with the wind.
……
Shocked!
Everyone except Lin Chuan was shocked.
On the other side of the Muran monks, everyone was terrified.
This demonic cultivator was a master they invited from the Yinluo Sect of the Great Jin Dynasty.
He was invincible against cultivators of the same level before, so how come he was killed in a single move today?
The tall, thin monk was deathly pale, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word.
Ku Yao's face was also ashen as he stared intently at Han Li, his eyes filled with apprehension.
The bald, burly man and his companions were so astonished they couldn't close their mouths.
They never expected that this seemingly ordinary Fellow Daoist Han would be so powerful—he killed a cultivator of the same level in a single move!
Even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to do such a thing, right?
"Our momentum has been dampened today, let's retreat for now. We'll come back tomorrow. By then, this formation might already be... hehe! As for the matter of Tiankui dying, that might be a bit troublesome, but I'll explain it to the divine masters myself."
Both Ku Yao and the tall, thin man received a telepathic message in their ears at the same time.
It was unclear whether the voice was male or female, but there was a hint of command in its tone.
The two men exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and immediately ordered a retreat.
The massive army of Muran mages retreated slowly, like the receding tide, and soon disappeared into the distant horizon.
……
Lin Chuan's gaze sharpened.
His powerful divine sense had just detected a very faint transmission fluctuation—someone was transmitting a message to both Ku Yao and the tall, thin man from behind the Mulan army.
That person's cultivation level was at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
Moreover, he also sensed another voice transmission—right beside him.
Lin Chuan's gaze swept over Gu Shuangpu imperceptibly.
When this person was communicating with the Mulan people, he thought he was being discreet, but little did he know that his spiritual sense far surpassed that of his peers, and he had already seen everything.
"Looks like we'll have to find the traitor tonight."
Lin Chuan sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm as he returned to the mountain with the others.
……
That night.
On Huanglong Mountain, the lights were bright, but most of the cultivators had already rested.
Inside the main hall, only the bald, burly man sat in the main seat, flipping through a scroll of bamboo slips.
Suddenly, a figure appeared furtively at the entrance of the main hall.
It was Gu Shuangpu.
He peered into the hall cautiously, and after confirming that only the bald, burly man was there, a smug smile appeared on his lips, and he stepped inside.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, are you still up so late?" Gu Shuangpu asked with a smile.
The bald, burly man raised his head, glanced at him, and put down the bamboo slip.
"Fellow Daoist Gu, you haven't rested either? Why are you looking for me so late? Is there something you need?"
Gu Shuangpu looked around and lowered his voice, saying, "Fellow Daoist Lu, I suspect that Han Li is a spy for the Mulan people!"
"How is that possible?" The bald, burly man frowned. "Today, Fellow Daoist Han even killed one of their Nascent Soul cultivators. How could he be a spy?"
"Fellow Daoist Lu is unaware of this."
Gu Shuangpu took another step closer, lowering his voice even further, "That black-robed demonic cultivator might just be a pawn thrown out by the Mulan people, with the aim of gaining Han Li's trust."