Chapter 373: Chapter 243: Cultivation World 33_2
Huimeng’s giant tail swept across, collapsing the mountains! Si Lingle transformed into a sword rainbow across the sky, a thousand sword lights fell like a rain of stars, but they merely sparked against Huimeng’s spine scales, its scales withstood the Sword Gang without damage.
Huimeng’s vertical pupils suddenly opened, spitting out a mystic light of annihilation.
Si Lingle’s eyes were steady, without the slightest hint of fear, channeling Spiritual Power within her body, Thunder Intent instantly flowed on the sword blade. Tiny lightning danced upon the sword edge, crackling, as if accumulating destructive power.
Si Lingle swung her long sword, a Thunder Sword Intent shot towards Huimeng like a dragon emerging from the sea.
Wherever the Thunder Sword Intent passed, the air was ionized, sizzling.
Huimeng sensed danger, twisting its massive body trying to evade, but the Thunder Sword Intent struck it accurately. Huimeng’s fur was scorched by lightning, emitting a pungent odor, it roared in pain, the wounds on its body constantly flashing with electricity.
Huimeng’s shattered pupils were furious, its thick front paw swung fiercely at Si Lingle, stirring a whirlwind. Si Lingle flickered like a ghost, dodging the blow.
Aggrieved and enraged, Huimeng was driven to madness, lunging more recklessly at Si Lingle. Its enormous body crushed the ground into depressions, each step causing the earth to quake.
Si Lingle remained calm and composed, weaving nimbly amidst Huimeng’s attacks, continuously swinging her long sword, sending waves of Thunder Sword Intent towards Huimeng. For a time, lightning flickered around Huimeng, its body continuously sustaining new wounds, blood dyeing its fur red.
Si Lingle gathered all her Spiritual Power onto her long sword. Instantly, the sword’s thunderous glow intensified, forming a massive Thunder Sword Shadow.
Si Lingle shouted and slashed the Thunder Sword Shadow towards Huimeng.
The Thunder Sword Shadow cut through the night sky like lightning, imbued with the power to destroy all.
Huimeng tried to dodge, but it was too late, the Thunder Sword Shadow accurately sliced into its body.
With a thunderous crash, Huimeng’s massive body fell heavily, raising a cloud of dust.
Just as Huimeng fell, before Si Lingle could claim the body, three dark green streaks tore through the clouds, diving down like venomous pythons.
The leader stepped on a Mountain Splitting Hammer, bearded and enraged, the mid-stage Nascent Soul pressure crushing stones beneath; on the left, a female cultivator’s ten fingers wound with Poisoned Silver Threads, a scar slanting from the corner of her eye to her temple; on the right, a youth held three Blood Talismans between his fingers, a Skull Bell jingling at his waist.
As their robes fluttered, they revealed the unique bone emblem of the Purple Nether Blood Sect.
"Hand over Huimeng’s corpse!" The Bearded Cultivator’s voice was like thunder, his heavy hammer engulfed in black wind smashed toward Huimeng’s carcass.
"Zheng——!"
A purple sword aura intercepted the hammer head-on.
Si Lingle stood before the carcass, clad in fluttering blue robes, the Qingchu Sword vibrated with a hum, its spine reflecting cold brows and eyes: "You dare covet what belongs to Chaos Star Palace?"
The venomous silk female cultivator laughed sinisterly: "A mere Early-stage Nascent Soul, what do I fear?"
Tens of thousands of Silver Threads shot out explosively, forming a purple-black poison net in the air, withering all vegetation it passed.
Si Lingle spun, slashing out a circular sword curtain, Sword Qi clashed with the poison net, exploding with a sharp, ear-piercing sound, the splattering poison corroding the ground, emitting green smoke.
The youth talisman cultivator suddenly bit his fingertip, painting an array mid-air with Blood Curse: "Lock!"
Three Blood Talismans transformed into crimson chains binding Si Lingle’s feet, skeletal spikes jutted from the ground. Si Lingle narrowly evaded with a light tap of her toes, but the sword’s edge was momentarily delayed. The Bearded Cultivator seized the opportunity, swinging his hammer towards Huimeng’s head, the hammer wind making Si Lingle’s hair dance wildly.
"Break Illusion!"
A sword mark suddenly brightened at Si Lingle’s brow, the Qingchu Sword splitting into nine phantom figures, three severed the blood chains, five shredded the poison net, the final thrust aimed straight at the talisman youth’s throat! The youth retreated hastily, shattering the Skull Bell, a ghostly claw reached from the black mist grabbing at the sword shadow, the sound of metal clashing echoed in all directions.
At the moment the Bearded Cultivator’s hammer fell, Si Lingle suddenly abandoned defense for attack. The Qingchu Sword became a stream of light piercing the heavy hammer’s Spiritual Power node, the hammer’s body spread with crack-like patterns. The female cultivator’s silver threads seized the moment to bind Si Lingle’s left arm, toxic erosion seeped through the Daoist robe producing bloody marks, yet Si Lingle borrowed the force to soar, the sword tip drew Nine Heavens Thunder Qi—
"Boom!"
A purple thunder followed the silver threads striking the poison cultivator, scorching odor spread, as Si Lingle, stained in blood, slashed down, splitting a ten-zhang sword trench before Huimeng’s carcass.
The three were slain by Si Lingle!
They never expected that Si Lingle’s cultivation was not Early-stage Nascent Soul, but Mid-stage Soul Emergence.
Moreover, Si Lingle did not use other techniques, relying solely on Sword Intent to defeat them.
