Chapter 219: Chapter 212: You... You Still Dare to Say You’re Not an Evil Cultivator?
Above the Martial Arena, the sky seemed to have lost its color.
Ye Longtao’s figure vanished.
The spot where he had stood was now consumed by countless arcs of electricity.
These arcs linked and converged, forming a small Thunder Domain that pressed down on the woman in red!
Wherever the lightning passed, the air rippled as if being compressed.
A wave of power radiated from the lightning. Even from below the stage, the undercover Qi Refining disciples felt a stinging pain.
Even the simple act of breathing became difficult, their lungs struggling with each contraction.
’As expected...’
The same thought rose in the minds of all the undercover disciples at once.
’A battle between Foundation Establishment Cultivators... is simply not something we at the Qi Refining level can interfere in!’
Any move from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator would be a one-sided slaughter for those at the Qi Refining stage!
The Thunder Domain bore down on her.
In that instant, a wisp of grayish-black flame ignited at Su Ling’er’s fingertip.
The flame gave off no heat, only a sinister chill.
Like a vine, the flame crept upward, quickly engulfing her entire body.
At the same time, a ghost mist reeking of decay and death billowed out from beneath her feet, shrouding her within it...
The ghost mist grew thicker, and countless distorted ghostly figures flickered within, letting out silent wails.
Ever since absorbing a massive amount of cursed resentment at the Yin Spirit Institute, Su Ling’er had found her control over these malevolent auras growing more and more effortless, as if they had become a part of her own body.
What shocked the crowd below even more was that the Wooden Sword in Su Ling’er’s hand began to slowly melt, flowing up her arm until it completely merged with her body!
She had taken another step on the path of the "Sword."
This bizarre and unparalleled scene left the undercover disciples below even more stunned.
’Miss Su... she really has fallen and become an Evil Cultivator of the demonic path!’
Wang Xiedi remained silent, merely watching.
Li Chunfeng was also silent, continuously drawing and sheathing his sword.
On the platform, Ye Longtao, who had transformed into a streak of golden lightning, came to a sudden halt before the dense ghost mist.
Using the blinding glare of his lightning, he saw the figure within the ghost mist clearly.
Su Ling’er’s eyes had turned completely crimson.
Fine black cracks appeared all over her skin. An eerie gray light seeped out from within them, as if endless resentment and deathly energy were coiled inside.
That was no longer the appearance of a living person, but of a demonic asura that had crawled out of Nine Netherworld Hell!
This visage was even more sinister than the one he had seen when he looked up at the sky upon entering the sect.
A chill instantly shot up his spine.
He, an inner-sect prodigy who was just a hair’s breadth away from reaching Late-stage Foundation Establishment, actually felt a trace of... fear when facing this junior sister he had once dismissed as trash!
He sent a furious transmission via his Divine Sense. "You... you still dare say you’re not an Evil Cultivator?! Compared to my magnificent righteous techniques, what part of you *doesn’t* look like an Evil Cultivator?!"
"If you have even a shred of conscience left for the righteous path, surrender now! I can even give you a small portion of the opportunities in this secret realm!"
Her reply came via Divine Sense. "Further talk is useless."
Four words, transmitted through her Divine Sense, completely shattered Ye Longtao’s last fantasy.
Ye Longtao’s face was like frost. Words were useless. Only by crushing this "Holy Daughter" before him with absolute power could he wash away his inner humiliation and reclaim the opportunity that was his!
Holding nothing back, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which fused completely with the verdant "Cyan Frost" sword before him!
"VMMMM—!"
The sword let out a mournful cry as the originally golden lightning was instantly stained a demonic, blood-red hue!
Ye Longtao’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, but the aura around him skyrocketed at a terrifying speed!
He was actually burning his own essence blood to forcibly activate a Secret Technique!
At the edge of the black clouds above the Martial Arena, flashes of gold and crimson lightning flickered, streaking across the sky and filling the air with a murderous intent!
The heavens above the platform churned!
The once-clear sky was swiftly covered by roiling dark clouds, and thunder rumbled.
At that moment, his entire aura faintly touched the threshold of the Late-stage Foundation Establishment!
This kind of sudden, mid-battle power-up was happening to a mere side character!
The undercover disciples below had long since been forced back by this immense pressure, their faces filled with horror.
"B-Burning essence blood?! Mr. Ye... he’s actually been pushed this far!"
"This power... It’s terrifying!"
With a thunderous roar, he poured all his strength into unleashing the strongest sword strike of his current realm!
A golden arc of lightning, threaded with crimson filaments, tore through the air, sliced open the ghost mist, and slashed straight toward Su Ling’er!
Wherever the arc of lightning passed, the ghostly figures surrounding Su Ling’er were instantly vaporized!
However, facing this attack, Su Ling’er, at the center of the ghost mist, didn’t even lift an eyelid.
"BOOM—!!!"
The berserk, blood-red arc of lightning struck her squarely!
However, the expected scene of blood and gore did not occur.
The lightning, powerful enough to shatter metal and stone, produced the clang of colliding metal the moment it touched Su Ling’er’s body, yet it didn’t harm her in the slightest!
Countless blood-gold arcs of electricity writhed wildly across her black-cracked skin, making a ZAP-ZAP-ZAP sound. They were causing her harm, but at the same time... they were also tempering her physical body?!
She was converting the berserk lightning energy into a "hammer" and "fire" to forge her own body!
"This... This is impossible!!!"
Ye Longtao’s eyes went wide in disbelief as he stared at the scene before him.
’My ultimate attack, for which I risked my essence blood and gambled my very foundation, was... was merely tickling her?!’
In the instant his composure broke, the pair of crimson eyes within the ghost mist turned to him!
Su Ling’er’s figure transformed into an uncatchable streak of gray-black lightning, instantly breaking through the lightning blockade and appearing right in front of him!
Ye Longtao’s vision blurred, and an immense force seized his throat!
He didn’t even have time to react before a hand wreathed in ghostly flame gripped him tightly, flipped him upside down, and slammed him headfirst into the basalt platform below!
"BOOM—!!!!!"
The entire Martial Arena trembled violently!
The supposedly indestructible platform cracked inch by inch, with Ye Longtao at the epicenter!
"*COUGH*—!"
Ye Longtao violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The feeling of having just touched the threshold of Late-stage Foundation Establishment instantly vanished. His aura weakened to an extreme low, and he nearly fainted on the spot.
Su Ling’er stood before him and slowly lowered her head. Her crimson eyes looked down on the former inner-sect prodigy as she said softly:
"Now, who’s the trash?"
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