Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Battle with the Demon Cultivator (Part 2)

The skulls that the black-robed cultivator had just shattered were special spirit tools refined with his own vital blood.

They were also known as blood tools.

Within these blood tools was sealed a deadly blood light, which possessed an incredibly strong offensive ability, capable of cutting through the protective spells or tools of Purple Palace cultivators.

If one were struck by the deadly blood light, it would ignite their blood and burn their body to ashes!

This was the black-robed cultivator’s most powerful ace in the hole; if he hadn’t been on the verge of collapse from Wang Chen’s Vajra Fist, he wouldn’t have resorted to using this trump card.

After all, it was a one-time spirit tool.

But the black-robed cultivator never expected that his ace would fail against Wang Chen.

“Heavenly Dragon Vajra True Method!”

The black-robed cultivator squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, his eyes filled with a palpable resentment.

His extensive experience allowed him to immediately see that Wang Chen had trained in the Heavenly Dragon Vajra True Method from the Tianlong Temple in the Western Region and had cultivated this body-refining technique to a very high level.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand his deadly blood light!

A mere junior…

The black-robed cultivator also realized that Wang Chen’s true cultivation level was only at the initial stage of the Purple Palace; in his prime, he could easily deal with a cultivator of this level without exerting much effort.

But now he found himself at a loss!

Seeing the situation rapidly deteriorate, the black-robed cultivator gritted his teeth and raised his right palm to strike down heavily.

However, at that moment, a bright sword light suddenly caught his attention.

Flying sword!

The black-robed cultivator let out a startled cry as his magic power surged within him.

The robe he wore suddenly billowed up, and thick blood tendrils, as thick as a child’s arm, emerged from his back, intertwining as they met Wang Chen’s recently unleashed Wind and Thunder Sword!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The sword energy sliced through the blood tendrils, causing drops of foul blood to spatter like rain.

Although the Wind and Thunder Sword was sharp, the blood tendrils summoned by the black-robed cultivator seemed endless; for every one that was cut, two more would sprout, creating an almost impenetrable defense.

Wang Chen felt a surge of alarm.

He could now be a hundred percent certain that this black-robed cultivator was a demon cultivator.

Demon cultivators were like rats in the world of cultivation, universally hated and more despised than evil cultivators.

They enjoyed using the blood, flesh, and souls of other cultivators to enhance their spells or to refine tools and elixirs.

Moreover, demon cultivators were not as easily identifiable as evil cultivators; they too had desires and emotions.

As long as they concealed or disguised their magical aura, they could easily blend into immortal cities or even sects.

When demon cultivators stirred up trouble, it often resulted in widespread carnage, with entire cities being wiped out—a common occurrence!

Due to the immense threat they posed, when encountering a demon cultivator, even Nascent Soul true immortals wouldn’t hesitate to strike at Qi Training juniors.

They would never care about damaging their own reputation.

So very few demon cultivators would expose themselves and reveal their true forms; their sects remained hidden from the world, and their movements were extremely mysterious.

Wang Chen didn’t know why this demon cultivator chose to hide in a mine or what connection he had with the Gray Wolf Bandits, but he clearly understood that continuing to hold back would be disadvantageous for him.

After all, this opponent was undoubtedly the strongest adversary he had faced so far!

With a flash of thought, Wang Chen suddenly swung his hands, unleashing over a dozen Falling Fire talismans in one breath!

These talismans exploded after flying a few steps, transforming into fiery fireballs that charged towards the black-robed cultivator on the altar.

However, Wang Chen had no expectation that mere first-tier talismans could harm such a deeply skilled demon cultivator. At the moment he unleashed the Falling Fire talismans, he darted towards the altar like an arrow.

With two consecutive uses of Shortening the Earth, Wang Chen appeared right in front of the black-robed cultivator.

At that moment, the black-robed cultivator had just deflected several Falling Fire balls; caught off guard by Wang Chen’s sudden appearance, he remained unflustered and immediately reached out to grab Wang Chen’s vital points with great force.

His right hand transformed instantly into a blood claw, sharp and hooked like an eagle’s talons!

The black-robed cultivator’s attack was incredibly fast, but Wang Chen’s Vajra Fist was even quicker.

In the blink of an eye, their claw and fist collided.

Boom!

The black-robed cultivator’s blood claw shattered instantly, his right arm snapped with a crack, and his protective blood shield shook violently, on the verge of disappearing.

“Ha!”

He immediately opened his mouth and spewed out a dark red mist of blood toward Wang Chen.

This blood mist was extremely toxic and highly corrosive to spirit tools, and just a touch would lead to decay and corruption, almost impossible to resolve.

If a cultivator inhaled it into the body, within three breaths, they would be reduced to a puddle of pus!

With this outpouring of corrosive blood energy, the black-robed cultivator’s cultivation level dropped by thirty percent, and his expression became significantly weaker.

If he weren’t pushed to the brink, he wouldn’t have emitted this life-depleting blood energy.

At that moment, when the black-robed cultivator exhaled the blood mist, Wang Chen felt a chilling sensation.

Every hair on his body stood on end, and his instincts screamed in alarm!

But at this point, Wang Chen had nowhere to retreat.

He didn’t want to retreat either; he immediately exhaled and shouted, “Drink!”

A streak of flowing light abruptly shot out, instantly piercing through the dark red blood mist and striking the black-robed cultivator in the center of his brows.

It was the Sword Pellet that Wang Chen had sealed within his body.

The sword blade of the Sword Pellet suffered significant corrosion during its passage through the blood mist but still pierced through the black-robed cultivator’s head, destroying his Sea of Consciousness.

As Wang Chen ejected the Sword Pellet, his body suddenly flew backward.

He narrowly avoided the oncoming blood mist.

The dark red blood mist, now uncontrolled by the black-robed cultivator, continued to float a dozen steps before turning into drops of foul blood that fell onto the altar, corroding deep holes in its surface.

Bang!

The black-robed cultivator fell backward, his arms and legs twitching a few times before falling silent.

Hmm?

Wang Chen assumed his opponent was dead, but he did not receive any notification of gaining Heavenly Merit.

He immediately summoned the Wind and Thunder Sword hovering in the air, preparing to sever the demon cultivator’s head.

Even if the opponent had extremely strong life force, he could not survive being separated from his body.

However, just as the flying sword was about to strike the black-robed cultivator’s neck, Wang Chen halted his movement.

After some thought, he took out a dark golden rope from his storage bag and threw it.

The rope acted like a spirit snake, swiftly wrapping around the fallen black-robed cultivator and binding him tightly.

But this was clearly not enough; Wang Chen then sealed the opponent’s energy field and great heavenly opening.

Throughout this process, the black-robed cultivator remained unresponsive, entering a state of apparent death!

Then, Wang Chen took out a silver shuttle from his storage bag.

As he infused it with magical power, the silver shuttle immediately began to hum before flying from his hand.

In an instant, it transformed into a streak of light, piercing through the thick rock and disappearing from view.

Wang Chen calmly sat down, guarding the unconscious black-robed cultivator, channeling his energy while silently waiting.

He was waiting for someone to arrive!