244: Killed in succession

"Get lost!" Kunwu's face flushed red as he let out an angry roar. A majestic surge of Demonic Force erupted from him, creating a shockwave that repelled everything around him.

Lu Ming was struck by this force, and carried by the swirling wind, he quickly retreated.

Easily stabilizing himself and falling back over ten meters, Lu Ming calmly watched the panting Kunwu, showing no immediate intention of continuing his attack.

Kunwu looked down at his abdomen. Under the scorching of blood and fire, a penetrating hole the size of an adult's fist had appeared in his midsection. If he hadn't possessed a demonic body and the enhancement of his Bloodline, that single blade strike would have been enough to kill him.

And this wasn't his only injury. Just now, the opponent had forcefully stripped his Soul with Nether Force. Although he had desperately stopped it and returned his Soul to his body, he now clearly felt his control over his body had become much stiffer.

Lu Ming hovered in mid-air, his dark robe swaying in the wind. On the robe, several large bloodstains were clearly visible.

Fighting two Late Stage Dao Realm Demons consecutively, yet still not falling behind, even managing to suppress them—this was his current strength.

"You destroyed this water-suppressing formation, causing this flood to engulf countless villages. You deserve to die!" Lu Ming declared as if delivering a final judgment, his extremely cold voice echoing across the sky.

A chilling killing intent emerged in his deep pupils, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved, making his face appear exceedingly stern and resolute.

The next moment, a white Blade Aura transformed into an arc of white light and shot out. At the moment of its eruption, wisps of Death Qi entwined around it, and as it streaked through the air, it quickly turned pitch black.

Kunwu, already gravely wounded from his last desperate attack, had no time to dodge. He could only brace himself to block.

He once again summoned his square shield Spirit Treasure, but before the Spirit Treasure could fully expand, the pitch-black Blade Aura descended. The concentrated Death Qi within it directly pierced through the Spirit Treasure and seeped into his body through the wound.

He felt his flesh and blood gradually decay like withered leaves, his life force rapidly draining. For a moment, he even struggled to firmly grip the greatsword in his hand.

Lu Ming showed no intention of giving his opponent a moment to breathe. The instant that Blade Aura was unleashed, his figure abruptly vanished from his original spot, and a leg sweep lashed out, fiercely kicking Kunwu.

His body plummeted, about to crash into the surging flood. With a whoosh, Lu Ming once again grabbed the opponent's hair, roughly lifting Kunwu's limp body.

"You can't kill me! Do you know who I am? My father is..." Kunwu felt the chilling killing intent, and at this moment, he was overwhelmed by immense fear.

In the thousand-plus years since he began to Cultivate, this was the first time death had come so close to him.

However, before he could finish speaking, Lu Ming once again channeled Nether Force, his arm piercing through Kunwu's body.

"I don't want to know, because you are certainly going to die today," Lu Ming responded indifferently.

The next second, feeling his Soul being extracted, Kunwu's eyes widened in fury, filled with unwillingness and despair.

The crimson light mass was directly pulled from his body. Lu Ming opened his mouth and swallowed it, then in his Dantian, Nether Force formed heavy chains, imprisoning the struggling Demon Soul.

After forcefully suppressing the crimson Soul, Lu Ming skillfully drew his blade to extract the Demonic Core and collected the spiritual ring Kunwu wore, along with the two Spirit Treasures.

[Congratulations on killing a Late Stage Dao Realm Blood Demon]

[Blood Demon lifespan 4218 years, gained lifespan 1406 years]

[Consumable Demon lifespan: 1534 years]

Glancing at the text prompt on the panel, Lu Ming looked at the lifeless corpse in his hand, its arms hanging limply. He loosened his grip, allowing it to fall directly into the swirling vortex of water.

Just then, the desperate Elephant Demon also forcefully broke free from the golden light bell's confinement. The moment it emerged, it happened to witness this scene. The Elephant Demon's eyes immediately bulged, feeling as if its entire world had collapsed, its massive body as if its spine had been removed. It could not accept what was before its eyes.

"You actually killed Young Lord! Do you know his father is the Master of the Fifty-Second Cave of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, a Dan Realm Demon Lord? You are dead!" the Elephant Demon roared hysterically.

However, Lu Ming was unconcerned. Not only had he never heard of any Ten Thousand Demon Cave, but even if it existed, the Demon was already killed. Could he bring him back to life? Moreover, Lu Ming had no regrets.

"Instead of worrying about that, you should think about how to save yourself," Lu Ming said, his eyes filled with Evil Qi. He held his blade, his gaze unfriendly as he looked at the Elephant Demon.

Stared at by that utterly cold gaze, a sense of fear, as if uncontrollable, rapidly spread throughout the Elephant Demon's body.

It saw extreme greed in those deep eyes. Only now did it realize how foolish it had been to lure the opponent to Greenwater Lake. They had initially considered themselves hunters, but ultimately became the prey.

An incredibly dense Evil Qi emanated unreservedly from Lu Ming, an Evil Qi mixed with the aura of many Demon Kings, making it feel suffocated.

"How many Dao Realm Demons has this guy actually killed?" The Elephant Demon shivered, this thought involuntarily surfacing in its mind.

And at this moment, a sonic boom echoed in its ears, and the rapidly approaching, stern figure was reflected in its pupils.

After the time it takes to steep a cup of hot tea, Lu Ming performed the Soul stripping and core extraction in one fluid motion, and by the way, threw the Elephant Demon's corpse into the flood below.

The bloody and mangled Elephant Demon's corpse fell, its ten-foot-tall sturdy body splashing countless water flowers in the flood, but then the carcass was completely swallowed, never to be found again.

Lu Ming circulated the Two Forms Mixed Origin True Art to heal his injuries, and under the swirling white Qi, the wounds rapidly healed at a visible speed, leaving no scars whatsoever.

This also made Lu Ming subconsciously think of Jiang Mingyue.

She traveled throughout Yunzhou, engaging in fierce, deadly battles with Demons. It was unlikely she always emerged victorious, and injuries were common. Yet, no scars were visible on her body; in fact, her fair skin was several times better maintained than that of ordinary women. It was likely that the Two Forms Mixed Origin True Art played a significant role in this.

After fighting two Dao Realm Demons, a hint of fatigue appeared in Lu Ming's eyes. Although the panel had granted him immense power, allowing him to catch up to those Demons who had Cultivated for thousands of years in a short time, the mental exhaustion was difficult to erase.

However, at this moment, he also knew it was not time to rest, as the true objective of his visit had not yet been accomplished.

Looking with considerable solemnity at the turbulent flood below, Lu Ming took out the Water-Suppressing Spirit Talisman from his purple-gold cloth bag.