Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation Chapter 55

At this moment, since they had just separated not long ago, it was inconvenient to make a move. It was a good chance to lead these few people around this palace complex. While searching for a place of opportunity, he could also get a clear picture of the underground palace’s situation.

Perhaps there might even be a formation or restriction he could borrow strength from.

Of course, even if there was none, it did not matter. He was confident he could eliminate these four people. Although his cultivation had not yet reached the realm of invincibility, within the Qi Refining realm there were indeed few who could match him.

His various perfected techniques and secret arts were all part of his combat power.

Especially the strength he possessed after reattaching his severed limb, which had completely surpassed an entire tier. If not to fight now, then when.

Three sticks of incense later.

As he passed around the corner of a palace, in that instant, from within the shadows, Wang Yu fully activated the Night Concealment Mantra. His aura instantly vanished, and his entire being seemed to merge into the darkness, achieving the effect of visual invisibility.

Pressing tightly against the palace wall, even his breathing ceased. In just moments, Su Qingshan and the other three rushed past, their expressions ugly.

"Cunning brat, how can he run so fast."

"Did we lose him."

Su Qingshan’s face was gloomy. Just as he turned his head to speak, his pupils shrank. Famous in the outer sect for his skill in spell combat, he at this moment felt his skin tighten, and an extremely dangerous feeling came from his neck.

He immediately retreated in a flash, and at the same time summoned an ice-blue longsword-shaped high-grade magic tool, setting it vertically in front of himself as a defense.

In the next instant, his pupils constricted even further.

A giant ice sword nearly ten meters long swept across, aimed directly at their heads. At the edge of his vision, his eyes caught the hilt.

It was Wang Yu holding the sword in his left hand, swinging it with great force.

This was another variation of the perfected Ice Sword Technique, the combination form after scattering. Its power far exceeded that of ordinary high-grade spells.

One person reacted in time, falling backward to dodge, but his chest was still covered in layers of frost.

Another tapped the ground with his toes, executing exquisite footwork to similarly avoid the sudden strike.

However, there was still a Qi Refining seventh-layer cultivator who, in panic, chose to follow Su Qingshan’s example, summoning a mid-grade magic blade to block.

Then everyone witnessed a scene that made their blood run cold.

The giant ice sword was unstoppable. It shattered the treasured blade into fragments, and that cultivator was instantly blown apart into a mist of blood, scattering large chunks of flesh and organs. The sheer force was utterly terrifying.

"Kh… kh…"

Su Qingshan, who had blocked with his weapon, dropped to one knee, coughing up several mouthfuls of blood. He stared at Wang Yu with deep apprehension.

He could roughly guess how Xu Jiaojiao had died.

It was nothing more than a contest of strength in which she had lost by a single move. Along with his fear, greed arose in his heart for Wang Yu’s left hand. That unnatural swelling and the dense corpse aura were very much like a special kind of magic tool.

"This brat, once he goes all out, his composure will falter.

"Attack."

The one with exquisite movement techniques left behind afterimages, sweeping his leg horizontally like autumn wind scattering fallen leaves, kicking out a visible nine-foot Step Sigil.

This was a unique body-refinement technique of Barbarian Ghost Peak.

Wind-Cleaving Step Sigil.

The Blood Reversal Sect was not entirely a lineage of dark arts. It also possessed orthodox techniques.

As the attack arrived, Wang Yu’s body swayed, splitting into three and rapidly dispersing.

The perfected Illusory Form Step was lifelike. One figure charged head-on to take the brunt of the Wind-Cleaving force, while the other illusory bodies flitted like butterflies toward the opponent.

In an instant, Wang Yu’s left hand grabbed the leg that had kicked out. With a shake of brute force, several cracks sounded as bones and tendons were dislocated. Then he smashed it down toward the ground.

"Pak…"

It was directly smashed into three pieces, and the upper body was reduced to minced flesh. Such ferocity could not help but make people draw in a breath of cold air.

The one whose chest had frozen felt a strong urge to retreat. When Wang Yu swept over him with his dark green-glinting eyes, his legs trembled and his heart wavered.

"Die."

At that moment, Su Qingshan charged forward with an ice-blue longsword, cleaving down with great force. With spiritual power infused, the magic tool emitted a shimmering ripple, bearing a remarkable resemblance to the Ice Sword Technique.

A massive ice sword cleaved down from behind. Wang Yu’s old strength was exhausted, and his new strength had yet to arise. Driven by his divine sense, he summoned the bronze bell magic tool he had refined from spoils of war.

Dong.

The ice sword collided with the bronze bell, producing a clash of metal. Both were high-grade magic tools, but with Wang Yu’s weaker cultivation, he was suppressed by Su Qingshan in the head-on clash and forced to his knees.

Su Qingshan rejoiced and shouted, "Brother Zhicai, strike now."

Xi Zhicai, who had originally intended to withdraw, saw how difficult it was for Wang Yu to resist and felt greed stir in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly acted.

He was an inner disciple of Evil God Peak. As he circulated his power, sinister black lines spread across his forehead, as though a vertical pupil opened, releasing a beam of pitch-black light straight ahead.

Wang Yu’s pupils contracted. Although he had not been in the Blood Reversal Sect for long and did not know much about the Nine Peaks inheritance, he had lived in Evil God Market for many years and was familiar with Evil God Peak. Its inheritance was focused on divine sense, nurturing yin spirits to transform into ghost gods, known as the Evil God, capable of using its power through the human body, specializing in attacking a cultivator’s divine sense.

Divine sense was difficult to cultivate. Normally, only Foundation Establishment cultivators would deliberately begin strengthening it. Evil God Peak’s inheritance was profound, cultivating divine sense from the Qi Refining stage, but its entry difficulty was extremely high.

Without talent in this path, it was nearly impossible to cultivate it to an advanced level. This was one reason why there was no Nascent Soul cultivator overseeing the peak.

Apart from some growth in divine sense during alchemy, Wang Yu had little development in this area. This man had struck precisely at his weakness.

Seeing the black beam incoming, Wang Yu gritted his teeth.

In the instant his palm struck the ground, his whole body slid sideways, narrowly avoiding the black beam. However, the bronze bell was struck by Su Qingshan’s sword, producing countless ice crystals that instantly froze it solid.

The opportunity for battle vanished in a flash. Su Qingshan immediately chased after him and slashed again, sword light and cold glints surging, blade aura over a zhang in length.

Wang Yu blocked with his left arm. The mountain-ridge iron armor of the corpse arm screeched under the scrape, once again proving the usefulness of a second-rank armored corpse’s arm.

Seeing that he could not break through for a long time, Su Qingshan grew anxious.

Back in the day, when he was at Qi Refining sixth layer, fighting someone at Qi Refining eighth layer had not been so difficult. Now, at Qi Refining eighth layer, he still could not defeat someone at Qi Refining fifth layer.

He shouted, "Brother Zhicai, what on earth are you doing?"

Boom.

After a fierce exchange, the two retreated to a distance.

Su Qingshan’s pupils shrank as he looked behind Wang Yu in disbelief. Xi Zhicai had been trapped and killed within an ice coffin, three thick ice spikes piercing through it and stringing him in a bloody display.

"When did this…"

"Naturally, during the defensive clash. Senior Brother Qingshan would not truly believe that Wang was completely suppressed just now."

He covered his mouth with his sleeve and swallowed a supreme-grade Spirit Recovery Pill.

The spiritual power consumed by multiple uses of high-grade techniques was quickly restored. Wang Yu once again split into multiple phantoms, standing in all directions. With his right hand forming a seal, hundreds of hiltless ice swords shot forth.

Su Qingshan swept his sword across, shattering all the ice swords, his expression cold. "Do not be arrogant. This Su is well known in the outer sect. How could you, a mere Qi Refining fifth layer, be my match?"

"Mysterious Yin Hand."