Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

Fan Jingmei looked in the direction of Lu Jianghe, a strange look in her eyes.

She quietly moved closer to Zhuo Ruting beside her and asked in a low voice.

"Is that person standing over there in the distance the cultivator you invited to help you?"

Zhuo Ruting was taken aback by Fan Jingmei's words. She looked in the direction Fan Jingmei pointed and immediately asked in a low voice, "I thought you invited him. This person didn't make a move at all. He just stood there without moving, like he was watching a show?"

Fan Jingmei's gaze lingered on Lu Jianghe for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly before relaxing, showing a hint of indifference.

"Let him be. As long as he's not one of Zhao Zheng's gang, we don't need to pay him any attention."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Ruting nodded slightly in agreement.

At this moment, Zi Ling made a promise to the several cultivators who had been invited to help, stating that after the matter was accomplished, not only would the previously promised reward be paid in full, but an additional generous gift would also be given.

With the assurances in hand, the group felt somewhat reassured and then, along with Zi Ling and Han Li, pursued Zhao Zheng in the direction he had fled.

Lu Jianghe suddenly turned his gaze in a certain direction, his face expressionless.

Almost at the same instant.

After hiding for a long time, Wu Chou finally appeared, entered the battlefield, and managed to rescue Zhao Zheng from the pursuit of Sect Leader Sun.

The latter clutched his chest, his face as pale as paper, his breath extremely weak, clearly having suffered a severe injury.

"Young Island Master, their scheme today is entirely aimed at your Extreme Yin Island!"

Wu Chou glanced at his miserable state and said in an extremely cold voice, "You dog from Jiyin Island, how dare you talk about 'you' and 'our'?"

As he spoke, a large group of people approached from behind. Although there were quite a few of them, only two were at the Core Formation stage, and the rest were Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Led by Zi Ling, the members of Miao Yin Sect quickly gathered behind Sect Master Sun, forming a standoff with Wu Chou's group.

Zi Ling's eyes quickly swept over the area, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the Yin Demon did not come, and there were only three Core Formation cultivators with him.

Until this point.

Lu Jianghe slowly lowered his arms from his embrace.

The reason they haven't made a move is because they're afraid of disturbing the Yin energy, so they've remained hidden.

His figure floated up, his feet firmly planted in the void.

This is not comparable to Core Formation or Foundation Establishment cultivators relying on wind manipulation techniques to levitate their bodies with spiritual power; it is a fundamental difference.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zheng's face instantly turned extremely pale. In the end, he didn't dare to say anything more; all he wanted was to live.

The two sides exchanged words, and the atmosphere became tense and tense.

Wu Chou made an even more astonishing statement, proposing that Zi Ling marry him as his principal wife.

These blatant insults immediately provoked Fan Jingmei and Zhuo Ruting to angrily refute them.

Zi Ling's words, "Let him kill the Extreme Yin Old Demon first, and then eliminate all his subordinates who caused trouble on Kui Xing Island that day, and I will agree to your request," were like a resounding slap across Wu Chou's face, leaving him speechless for a moment.

The smile vanished instantly, leaving only a ferocious expression.

"You're asking for it!"

Wu Chou squeezed out a few words through his teeth, his voice chilling and piercing.

"Even if I capture you, I'll still be a groom every day."

Almost at the same time that Wu Chou's killing intent erupted, a fierce light flashed in the eyes of Sect Master Sun. He had been preparing to strike, and his figure was the first to leap up, transforming into a red shadow as he rushed forward.

He made that movement.

Within the churning blood-red clouds in the sky, Chi Huo also made a fierce move.

A series of lightning bolts carrying an aura of destruction crashed down like falling meteors, striking the people of Jiyin Island in quick succession!

With the two late-stage Core Formation cultivators making their move, Zi Ling, Han Li, and the others below no longer hesitated and unleashed their magic weapons, charging forward to attack.

However, Han Li was meticulous and had secretly urged Qu Hun to move closer to him before taking action.

He sensed a vague unease in his heart.

No matter how arrogant Wu Chou was, he was still just a Core Formation cultivator. How dare he so blatantly provoke the two late-stage Core Formation cultivators who joined forces?

This is completely illogical.

Even though he has two other Core Formation cultivators on his side, they probably won't be of much use.

As Han Li had predicted, things unfolded exactly as he had.

Sect Master Sun, along with his four Core Formation clones beside him, exuding murderous aura, worked in perfect harmony, launching a fierce attack.

In just a few exchanges, Wu Chou was pinned to a protruding rock by the menacing trident in the hands of Sect Leader Sun.

Upon seeing this, everyone's faces lit up with excitement.

Zi Ling's eyes blazed with hatred as she murmured, "Father, Mother... did you see that? This villain... is about to be executed..."

However, a sudden change occurred.

A thick, eerie, emerald-green cloud of smoke surged forth from Wu Chou's seven orifices, instantly engulfing his entire body.

Amidst the billowing smoke, his facial features began to distort and stretch violently, emitting a sickeningly loud sound of bones dislocating.

Upon seeing this, Sect Master Sun's pupils constricted slightly. Without hesitation, he withdrew his magic weapon and retreated rapidly!

This bizarre scene sent a chill down the spines of all the cultivators engaged in combat, causing them to halt their movements and stare in astonishment at the billowing emerald smoke.

Han Li felt a sudden alarm bell ringing in his mind, and his magical power surged to its peak.

A terrifying aura emanating from Wu Chou was rapidly rising!

Mid-stage Core Formation... Mid-stage Perfection... Late-stage Core Formation... Late-stage Perfection...

It even faintly exuded a pressure belonging to the Nascent Soul stage!

Once the eerie emerald green smoke completely dissipated.

A thin, withered old man dressed in a blue-green scale armor robe appeared before everyone's eyes.

His eyes were deep-set and his gaze was sinister. When he slightly raised his eyes to sweep over the crowd, a faint, sinister smile appeared on his lips. He raised his hand and lightly flicked his sleeve, treating them as if they were nothing.

"Possession magic? Old man, it really was you!"

Before Sect Leader Sun could finish speaking, the withered old man's sinister gaze swept over him like a venomous snake.

With a casual lift of his withered hand, a large ball of emerald green flame rose up, twisting and tumbling, instantly transforming into a hideous skull. With a gentle toss, it flashed a few times before suddenly turning into a slender green rainbow.

Sect Leader Sun's expression changed drastically, and his reaction was incredibly fast; he pushed with both hands.

Four or five solid and thick spiritual energy barriers instantly rose up in front of him, but they crumbled one by one as soon as they were erected.

He dared not hesitate for a moment. His body suddenly surged with blood-red light, and he transformed into a blinding streak of blood-red light, flying away into the distance at an extreme speed that left an afterimage!

Behind Sect Leader Sun, a ball of emerald green skull flames followed closely, like a maggot clinging to a bone.

No matter how quickly he turned or changed direction, he remained firmly locked onto the target, and the distance between them kept getting closer and closer.

Just then, the azure flames, radiating an aura of bone-corroding and soul-burning intensity, were about to scorch his protective spiritual light.

A ruthless and resolute glint flashed in Sect Leader Sun's eyes.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

He turned and rushed towards seven or eight Foundation Establishment cultivators who were panicked by the sudden change before their eyes.

The monks didn't even have time to exclaim or react.

Sect Leader Sun had already swept past them.

The instant he passed through.

The relentlessly pursuing emerald-green ghost fire skeleton crashed into the crowd without any hindrance.

These seven or eight Foundation Establishment cultivators, along with their hastily conjured defensive artifacts, were completely devoured by the emerald green ghost fire before everyone's very eyes, leaving not even a trace of ashes behind, turning directly into nothingness.

"hiss!"

Han Li gasped.

Everyone who witnessed this sudden and intense event was deeply shaken.

Zi Ling's face paled slightly, and her voice trembled as she spoke.

"The Extremely Yin Demon?!"

The will-o'-the-wisp dissipated after hitting its target.

"Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire? You actually mastered this demonic art!"

Sect Leader Sun flew over from the sky, his voice filled with barely suppressed horror.

Ji Yin let out a sinister laugh: "Hehe, it's even better if you can guess it. My good disciple, if you surrender now and hand over the fragment of the Void Heaven Map, I might be in a good mood and turn you into an avatar later!"

Sect Master Sun's face and eyes became increasingly ferocious, to the point that his ferocity erupted. After all, he was a true late-stage Core Formation cultivator. Even if he was terrified, how could he just sit idly by and wait to die?

"Don't be fooled by this old demon! He's only possessing a body now, and his strength is at most only two or three tenths of the original's. If we unite and fight to the death, we might still have a chance!"

The Yin Ancestor sneered, and with that same withered hand, seven or eight emerald fireballs instantly rose from his palm with a "sizzle".

At the same time, the space around him blurred and distorted, and two monstrous corpses silently "crawled" out. They exuded a sinister aura, both radiating the energy of the mid-stage Core Formation realm.

Seeing this, most of the cultivators in the arena exchanged glances, their eyes filled with boundless fear.

Without even having time to think, they instantly retracted the magical treasures and artifacts they had summoned, and like startled birds, scattered and fled without looking back.

They're not stupid.

Faced with this situation, should we just tough it out?

They will definitely die a gruesome death!

Staying here would likely mean certain death, as the old demon would extract my soul and refine it, turning me into an external avatar.

The infamous reputation of Extreme Yin Island is known throughout the Chaotic Star Sea.

If we don't escape now, when will we?

Now that everyone has scattered and fled, let each of us accept our fate!

As for what Sect Master Sun said about only having two or three tenths of his original strength...

What a ridiculous joke!

That's a Nascent Soul level old monster.

Even if it is a possessed body, its supernatural abilities are far beyond the comprehension of ordinary cultivators like them.

These people can help Miaoyin Sect for personal gain or out of favor.

But faced with such a hopeless situation, only a fool would stay and be buried with the enemy.

In any case, the Extreme Yin Demon's target is definitely Sect Master Sun and the Wonderful Sound Sect, and he may not necessarily care about them.

Zi Ling and Han Li, no longer caring about transmitting messages, almost simultaneously blurted out in low voices.

"We cannot linger here!"

"Retreat immediately!"

Lu Jianghe finally moved.

Take a step forward.

In an instant, ignoring the distance of hundreds of feet, his figure suddenly appeared in the sky above Scorpion Island.

Is it worth drawing my sword against an Extreme Yin who can't even unleash the full power of a Nascent Soul cultivator?

Of course it's not worth it.

But how do we kill the enemy?

Then let's borrow a wisp of breeze from heaven and earth.

Lu Jianghe put one hand behind his back, and with the other hand, he joined two fingers together, gently twisted them, and a wisp of breeze swirled around them. Then, with a slight flick of his wrist, he slowly uttered a single word.

"cut."

Lu Jianghe put one hand behind his back, and with the other hand, he joined two fingers together, gently twisted them, and a wisp of breeze swirled around them. Then, with a slight flick of his wrist, he slowly uttered a single word.

"cut."

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Lu Jianghe put one hand behind his back, and with the other hand, he joined two fingers together, gently twisted them, and a wisp of breeze swirled around them. Then, with a slight flick of his wrist, he slowly uttered a single word.

"cut."