58: Slaying the Nascent Soul

A booming laugh, filled with both surprise and joy, carried over from a hundred miles away.

The Spiritual Pressure of an Early Stage Nascent Soul poured out without the slightest concealment. To Core Formation and Foundation Establishment Cultivators, it was like the majesty of heaven itself!

Even the substitute talisman, whose Spiritual Pressure was comparable to a Pseudo-Nascent Soul Cultivator, found it difficult to withstand.

In that person's eyes, the Talisman was completely ignored; it seemed his gaze was fixed solely on the Spiritual Vein.

Before long, the man had flown and landed right before Su Yu and the other.

He was a half-bald, scruffy old man with eyes flashing with greed as he stared intently at the Spiritual Vein.

"This old man is claiming this place. You two juniors, if you don't want to die, open your Sea of Consciousness and let me plant a Restriction. Then, I might let you off."

The half-bald old man stared at the Spiritual Vein for a long while before finally turning back to look at the two of them, his eyes wandering lewdly over Fairy Meng Ling.

Seeing this, Su Yu frowned and stepped in front of Fairy Meng Ling to shield her.

Su Yu said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Senior, this place is the mountain gate of our Xuanxiao Sect. Does Senior truly intend to commit the evil act of seizing another's sect?"

His expression was one of grief and indignation, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

Hearing this, the half-bald old man sneered, "What Xuanxiao Sect? I've never even heard of it! You say it's your mountain gate just because you say so? Also, who gave you the guts to speak to this old man like that!"

"A Core Formation Cultivator is nothing but an ant before me. Kneel!"

The Nascent Soul pressure descended like the waters of the Heavenly River, bearing down on the two of them.

Su Yu's face was panicked as he circulated his magic power with all his might, forming a circular shield to tightly protect himself and Meng Ling.

"Strength comparable to a Pseudo-Nascent Soul... No wonder you dare to be so insolent. However, anyone below the Nascent Soul is but an ant!"

The half-bald old man used less than thirty percent of his cultivation, yet the pressure was already more than the substitute talisman Su Yu could bear.

Meanwhile, the real Su Yu, who was in closed-door cultivation within the Spiritual Vein and had immediately used the Black Tortoise Qi Restraining Technique, was observing in secret.

Although he knew that after advancing to the Nascent Soul, he was already far ahead of ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators, his cautious nature still prevented him from acting immediately.

However, Su Yu soon realized that such precautions were unnecessary, as the person before him was simply too weak.

In terms of magic power, the man was at least four or five times weaker than him, and his Divine Thought was far inferior.

While Nascent Soul Cultivators usually relied on external objects for their Divine Abilities, this was the first time Su Yu had seen such a feeble Nascent Soul.

He was even inferior to that Nascent Soul Old Monster from Wangchen Mountain.

Without further hesitation, Su Yu stopped hiding and struck directly.

On the side of the substitute talisman, as the half-bald old man exerted fifty percent of his cultivation, the circular shield protecting the two began to crack.

But just as the half-bald old man was gloating, a cold snort suddenly pierced his Divine Soul like a silver needle.

The soul-searing pain, which even a Nascent Soul Old Monster would find hard to endure, instantly made him howl and shriek.

Then, before he could react, a giant sword a hundred feet long lunged straight at his vitals.

"Not good!" Being an old monster of many years, the half-bald old man quickly regained clarity. He spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which instantly transformed into a blood-colored tortoise shell shield in front of him.

By then, the giant sword had arrived.

The giant sword slammed into the blood-colored tortoise shell, sending the half-bald old man flying. He could only hurriedly cast spells to defend himself.

"Too weak."

Su Yu had only used thirty percent of his strength, yet the old man was already struggling to resist.

He hadn't even used any other methods yet!

"Who is this Fellow Daoist? Why did you sneak attack this old man!"

Seeing a strange Cultivator suddenly appear, the half-bald old man hurriedly called out to inquire.

The burly man before him was too strong, and his Qi-restraining secret technique was so profound that he couldn't even discern the man's cultivation level.

"Could he be a Late Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?!"

If he couldn't even detect the Realm, it was likely a Late Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

Only a Great Cultivator could hide from his detection.

The half-bald old man speculated inwardly.

"Bullying the weak, and you dare call this a sneak attack? You Nascent Soul Old Monster, have your years of cultivation gone to waste?"

With a wave of Su Yu's hand, eight more giant swords flew out. The sky-propping swords radiated a power capable of severing the heavens, making the half-bald old man's soul almost leap out of his body in terror.

One giant sword was already hard to handle; with eight more, he feared he would be torn to pieces.

He bit the tip of his tongue again and spat out several more mouthfuls of essence blood. As soon as the blood was sprayed, it turned into blood-colored tortoise shells, blocking his front once more.

Consuming essence blood repeatedly caused the half-bald old man's face to turn pale.

However, with the blood-colored tortoise shells as a buffer, the half-bald old man could finally use other means.

Freeing his hands, he hurriedly performed hand seals. A black gas emanated from his body, and in just a few moments, it turned into a hundred-foot-wide black mist.

Within the black mist, a black-gold banner appeared, and within the banner, a Ghost King manifested.

"Since Fellow Daoist is shameless enough to sneak attack me, then taste the power of the Ghost King Banner!"

The Ghost King within the banner roared. The black gas around the half-bald old man suddenly expanded and exploded, covering a ten-mile radius in an instant.

The black gas even possessed corrosive power, pitting and eroding the spiritual light of the giant swords.

"Interesting!"

Su Yu controlled the eight giant swords to slash out, each strike shearing away large patches of black mist.

In particular, the purple lightning radiating from the giant swords had a restraining effect on the black mist.

This prevented the sheared black mist from reforming and condensing again.

The half-bald old man was shocked!

Although he couldn't sense the person's Realm, judging from the methods used, the man should be at the peak of the Early Stage Nascent Soul.

But the use of lightning power naturally countered him. He realized then that he could never defeat this person and felt the urge to retreat.

Naturally, Su Yu would not let him leave.

Sensing his intent to flee, Su Yu no longer hid his cultivation, letting out power comparable to a Late Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

The nine giant swords merged into one, becoming a thousand feet tall!

Like a mountain peak, it slashed down toward the half-bald old man's head.

"A Late Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!"

Although Su Yu was only at the Mid-stage Nascent Soul, the sheer momentum of his attack could easily be mistaken for that of a Great Cultivator.

Seeing Su Yu's terrifying strength, how could the old man dare to continue fighting?

He pulled the Ghost King Banner into his Dantian, took out a Talisman from the Storage Pouch at his waist, and ripped it open. Silver light poured out, enveloping the half-bald old man.

In the next instant, Su Yu's giant sword slashed down.

However, the silver light was faster. Just as the giant sword grazed the half-bald old man's skull, he vanished.

He had even escaped the range of Su Yu's Divine Thought.

"A great teleportation talisman? That old ghost ran fast, but with half his skull severed by me, he won't recover for decades!"

Meanwhile, the half-bald old man had used the great teleportation talisman to flee ten thousand miles away.

As the silver light reappeared, his head was split in two, with only the neck still connecting the two halves.

His head eroded by the energy of the lightning sword, the half-bald old man suddenly tumbled out of the Void Realm.

It was so close. Fortunately, it was just a hair's breadth away, otherwise he thought he would have died.

"That cursed Great Cultivator, hiding his cultivation... he's really done me in!"

The half-bald old man had a face full of misery, wishing he could slap himself a few times.

He shook his head, the two halves wobbling, then he took out a cyan-blue Medicinal Pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

As the pill was consumed, his head gradually began to heal, but the lightning sword energy within his skull would not be so easily removed.

It would take at least several decades of work to slowly refine it away with his magic power.

"Forget it, I'll return to my Immortal Cave first. I won't come out for another hundred years. My great teleportation talisman, my Undying Vitality Pill!"

The half-bald old man wailed and shrieked, turning into a streak of black light and disappearing into the horizon.

But what he failed to notice was a bolt of lightning tearing through the air, following closely behind him!