Chapter 401: Chapter 395 Human Tribulation, Jade Dragon King’s Killing Intent_2
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Like the sound of forging iron, both sides were fiercely clashing, tearing apart everything and annihilating all.
The one making the move was an elder of the Dragon Race, standing there, a terrifying storm in the void, with an annihilating will that obliterated everything, his strikes were overpowering.
The elder’s hands were empty, without any Magical Treasures or Secret Techniques, just a pair of Iron Fists causing him to retreat step by step.
The Long Saber swung to kill but was unable to counter the enemy.
As the Dragon Race elder fought, he coldly said, "Young one, hand over the Nascent Souls of those two. You won’t leave today. If you are willing to become my apprentice, I swear to protect you. Life and death hang on the choice you make!"
...
At this moment, around the perimeter, Nascent Soul Cultivators discussed and watched the battle.
Like watching a monkey show.
"This era truly produces countless prodigies. Such combat power from a mere youngster is simply terrifying and awful... We’ve grown old!"
"What of geniuses? Haven’t enough geniuses died over the years? Not few at all."
Another seasoned Nascent Soul spoke disdainfully, "During my youth, most cultivators with better talent than me fell; only I survived. Let’s see if he can survive and then talk about anything else!"
This True Monarch wore a jade robe, a jade crown on his head, elegant and noble, poised and majestic.
Another Nascent Soul appeared, sneering, "Kid, you can’t escape!"
The other Nascent Souls remained silent, yet a terrifying aura locked him, ready to unleash a killing blow at any moment.
...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Long Saber roared, Lu Xuanji’s magical power was consumed fiercely.
After Tribulation Crossing, he was already injured, but continuous battles exacerbated his wounds.
Now, more than ten Nascent Souls were watching him from the perimeter, blocking his escape routes, forming a heavenly net, severing all his chances of survival.
This is the circle.
During the Purple Mansion Realm, the cultivators around him were Foundation Establishment Cultivators and Purple Mansion Cultivators, seeing a Golden Core Cultivator was rarer than a meteor shower;
But after becoming a Golden Core, Golden Core Cultivators were around him like cabbages, everywhere.
Similarly, in the Golden Core Realm, it was very difficult to meet Nascent Soul Cultivators;
But just after stepping into the Nascent Soul Realm, scarce Nascent Soul Cultivators appeared, seemingly everywhere.
Circle determines framework, determines social circle.
Swoosh!
Next moment, Lu Xuanji activated Secret Techniques to escape, shadows changed in the void, difficult to discern, fleeing in different directions.
Kill!
At this moment, the surrounding Nascent Soul Cultivators attacked together, shattering the shadows, crushing the clones.
"Young one, face death!!"
At this time, a Nascent Soul Cultivator struck with a palm.
Lu Xuanji took a step forward, sending out a punch.
He was about to activate the Ant Emperor Divine Form, but his magical power was mostly depleted, unable to display.
"Heaven-Clashing Axe, kill for me!"
In Lu Xuanji’s hand, a giant axe appeared, cleaving down.
The Nascent Soul True Monarch swung to withstand it.
Boom! Boom!
Like forging iron, the True Monarch’s palm was unscathed, but Lu Xuanji’s body trembled, re-entering the surrounding net.
"Enough! All in!"
At this moment, Lu Xuanji coughed, feeling a sense of powerlessness, man’s strength is sometimes exhausted.
Activated the Pure Yang Order, and a terrifying aura revived.
At this moment, a phantom appeared behind Lu Xuanji, a towering figure standing straight, emanating a terrifying aura. Merely a shadow, but at its appearance, time froze, space froze, everything froze.
In an instant, this shadow became the center of eternity.
The shadow’s face was unclear, but a trace of annihilation was within.
"Descendant, I don’t know who you are, yet let me lend you a bit of magical power to suppress the heroes!"
The shadow spoke.
Next moment, the shadow collapsed, transforming into Pure Yang Magical Power infusing into his body, originally wounded by Celestial Tribulation, compounded by successive battles.
Yet with this infusion of Pure Yang Magical Power, the injuries healed in the blink of an eye.
As the injuries healed, Lu Xuanji’s aura ascended to the Blood River, first Nascent Soul, second Nascent Soul, third Nascent Soul... rising, reaching the Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul cultivation.
"Is this the Peak of Nascent Soul?"
With vast improvement in cultivation, Lu Xuanji’s spirit inflated, seemingly able to smash a star with one punch.
But he knew this was mere illusion, mere Peak of Nascent Soul couldn’t smash stars, not even Divinity Transformation could.
This power came from the Pure Yang Order, not self-derived, it could sustain at most a stick of incense’s time, before vanishing.
Meanwhile, a message from the Pure Yang Order entered his mind, belonging to Pure Yang lineage’s Great Art of Slaughter — Pure Yang Wuji Fist.
This Fist Technique comprised only three moves, each fatal.
"Pure Yang Extinction!"
Lu Xuanji stepped forward, body twisting, charging ahead to unleash the Annihilation Killing Fist, like a Pure Yang Great Sun rising, colliding with a Great World, intending to annihilate instantly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Nascent Soul True Monarch blocking in front was obliterated, his Nascent Soul incinerated, turned to nothing on the spot.
The Nascent Soul’s immortal attribute, before Pure Yang Extinction, was like paper.
Kill!
Killing intent surged in Lu Xuanji’s eyes, another punch shot out, destroying everything, breaking all techniques.
Two more Nascent Soul Cultivators were killed on the spot.
The battlefield reversed in an instant.
Just as Lu Xuanji intended to strike and kill the remaining Nascent Souls present, a destructive aura arrived from the void, a palm descended as if like Mount Five Fingers.
Immediately, Lu Xuanji felt an eerie sensation, as if encountering a natural enemy, an unmatched opponent.
Operated magical power to counterattack, but the magical power melted away like snow.
The gap was too vast!
At this moment, the Pure Yang Order activated, a great figure rose behind him, appearing above the sea, bearing sun, moon, and stars, aloof and cold.
It was Pure Yang Daoist Monarch.
Pure Yang Daoist Monarch pointed a finger at the descending palm.
The unblockable palm was instantly pierced.
Drip!
Drip!
Trickles of blood flowed.
Swoosh!
Next moment, the power of Void Shift enveloped his body, then Lu Xuanji vanished.
...
As the void flickered, within just three breaths, a Dragon Race man appeared in the void.
He was dressed in a golden robe, a crown on his head, his aura profound as the sea, unnerving.
"Greetings, Jade Dragon King!!"
The Nascent Soul Cultivators present paid respects one after another.
For in front was a great cultivator of the Dragon Race Divinity Transformation.
"Disperse!"
Jade Dragon King spoke, coldly, seemingly unwilling to say more than a word.
The many Nascent Souls wanted to inquire yet refrained, turning and vanishing.
"Interesting!"
At this moment, a drop of blood appeared in Jade Dragon King’s hand, left by Lu Xuanji during the fierce battle.
In battle, injuries are inevitable, injuries shed blood.
Through this drop of blood, he deduced much information.
"Belonging to Pure Yang lineage, descendant of Pure Yang Daoist Monarch. Legend says Pure Yang Daoist Monarch had deep ties with our East Sea lineage, but over several hundred thousand years, ties vanish. Besides, this Pure Yang descendant slaughtered my East Sea Demon Cultivators, deserving death!" Jade Dragon King said, eyes flashing with greed.
This youngster obtained Pure Yang lineage’s inheritance, has many treasures, akin to a living treasure trove.
Robbery and arson yield riches; one doesn’t prosper without a windfall, nor does a horse grow fat without illicit gains.
Want to achieve, following rules won’t cut it, being decent is hopeless, robbery and arson, plundering treasures, that’s the way.
If he can capture him, wealth will flow.
Activated Secret Techniques, deducing Lu Xuanji’s direction, spirit flickered, pursued swiftly.