58: Chapter 58 I gave you a chance but you didn't use it, old Deng!

Just as the words left his mouth.

The Nascent Soul Avatar suddenly opened its eyes, and the two clusters of nether ghostly fire expanded tenfold.

"Styx Heaven Burial!"

Su Changhe defied the order.

For the dignity of a Nascent Soul powerhouse, and to seize that non-existent ancient Legacy.

And even more so, to stifle this Prodigy with terrifying potential in the cradle.

He was completely consumed by killing intent.

The Dharma Idol's giant palm fell from the sky.

Within the palm, a black river condensed directly.

The river water was thick and pitch-black, with countless distorted faces and wailing lost souls churning inside.

This was Su Changhe's trump card Nascent Soul-level ultimate move.

It integrated Death Qi and Divine Soul attacks into one.

Even a Cultivator of the same rank would never dare to take it head-on.

The black Styx River descended upon him.

The Myriad Laws Return to Silence Dao Wheel began to rotate.

But this power exceeded its analysis limit.

The Dao Wheel let out a mournful cry, its light dimmed, and it stopped rotating.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Cao Kun's body was completely swallowed by that ink-colored Styx River.

"No!"

Leng Qingyue let out a shrill, miserable cry.

The black river water washed over.

Cao Kun's clothes instantly turned to fly ash.

Next were the skin, flesh, muscles, and bones.

Under the terrifying corrosion of the Styx River's Death Qi, they crumbled and dissipated inch by inch.

In just one breath.

Cao Kun's figure completely disappeared into the Styx River.

Not even a trace of Divine Soul aura remained.

"Senior Brother Cao—!!!" Leng Qingyue's knees buckled, and she collapsed directly to the ground.

Liu Rumeng stood frozen in place.

Her mind went blank.

Dead?

That demon who tortured her just died like that?

Why did her heart feel... so empty.

At the edge of the deep pit.

Yu Linglong forced her heavily injured body to hold on.

She stumbled to the place where Cao Kun had disappeared.

Her peach blossom eyes were filled with despair.

In mid-air.

Su Changhe withdrew his Dharma Idol and looked coldly at the deep pit below.

So what if he was a Genius? A dead Genius is just a handful of yellow earth.

"This is the consequence of provoking a Nascent Soul."

Su Changhe sneered proudly and turned around, preparing to take Yu Linglong away to serve as his excellent Cauldron.

However.

At the moment Su Changhe turned around.

A yellow substitute paper man with scorched edges drifted down from the position where Cao Kun had dissipated.

It turned into fly ash in mid-air.

Immediately after, a speck of gray light lit up in the void.

One. Two. Ten. A hundred.

Countless gray specks of light, like stars flowing backward, quickly gathered behind Su Changhe.

*Crack. Crack.*

Bones reshaped. Meridians reconnected. Flesh and blood regenerated.

Everything happened too fast.

In less than three breaths.

An intact body reassembled out of thin air behind Su Changhe.

Cao Kun suddenly opened his eyes.

The green robe on his body was as new as ever.

His Early Golden Core Stage aura was steady and long-lasting; his condition was at its peak.

The substitute paper man could perfectly block one fatal blow.

"Old geezer, I gave you a chance, but you're useless, aren't you?"

Hearing this incredibly familiar and arrogant voice from behind,

The muscles on Su Changhe's face completely lost control: "How is it possible..."

"You were clearly dead!"

In the ruins, Leng Qingyue, who had already been reduced to tears.

When she saw that familiar tall figure standing intact in mid-air, her tears burst forth again.

She cried and laughed, muttering neurotically: "I knew it... I knew he wouldn't leave me..."

Liu Rumeng covered her chest, which was beating violently.

"Scourges live for a thousand years... You bastard, you really have a long life..."

Liu Rumeng murmured to herself, but the corners of her mouth rose slightly, uncontrollably.

"What's the big fuss?" Cao Kun dusted off his shoulder, "Elder Su, your strength isn't enough."

Su Changhe's worldview suffered a massive impact.

The Nascent Soul Avatar emerged from his body once again.

"Playing tricks! I can kill you once, and I can kill you ten or a hundred times!"

He pushed out both palms.

"Styx Heaven Burial!"

The same move, the same ink-colored Styx River, once again tore through the night sky and poured down toward Cao Kun.

This time, Cao Kun didn't stand there and take the hit.

He raised his right hand, and above his palm, a translucent gray short sword phantom appeared out of thin air.

chaos sword embryo.

The short sword was only about an inch long.

But the moment it appeared, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a hundred-zhang radius was forcibly sucked dry.

Cao Kun grasped the sword embryo.

Facing the ink-colored Styx River pressing down from above, he took a step forward.

The Styx water crashed against his face, slamming heavily into Cao Kun.

This time.

The Dao Wheel didn't rotate.

Because it had already completely adapted.

"Your performance is over, old geezer."

"It's my turn!"

Cao Kun flipped his wrist, holding the chaos sword embryo, and charged upstream against the impact of the Styx River.

*Swoosh—!*

The Sword Qi, carrying the supreme will to annihilate all Law, easily sliced through the pitch-black Styx River.

It pierced through the dozens-of-zhang-tall Nascent Soul Avatar.

The massive Dharma Idol was split straight in two, from the forehead to the abdomen.

The Sword Qi's momentum did not diminish, sinking directly into Su Changhe's forehead.

Su Changhe maintained his forward-pushing posture with both hands, frozen in mid-air.

He lowered his head with difficulty and looked at his chest.

A thin gray line was slowly spreading.

"This is... impossible..."

Su Changhe wanted to mobilize the Nascent Soul in his body to abandon his Physical Body and flee for his life.

But he was horrified to find that the Nascent Soul inside him, without him even noticing,

had already been ground into countless fragments by that seemingly weak gray Sword Qi.

Along with his Divine Soul.

Even more terrifyingly, that Sword Qi was still devouring his Divine Soul and remaining cultivation!

Su Changhe's Physical Body began to turn into ashes inch by inch, starting from his limbs, and dissipated in the wind.

An Early Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse.

A powerful Inner Sect Elder of the Hehuan Sect.

In front of a Disciple who had been at the Core Formation stage for less than a day.

Both body and soul were completely annihilated, with not even dregs left.

The chaos sword embryo, having drunk its fill of the Nascent Soul's essence, let out a satisfied sword chime and bored back into Cao Kun's body.

The ink-colored clouds above Lianxiang Peak quickly dissipated.

The cold moonlight once again poured onto the dilapidated Lianxiang Peak.

Illuminating the handsome young man in the center of the White Jade Square, standing with his hands behind his back and a calm expression.

At the edge of the ruins, Ye Mei lay paralyzed in a pool of blood.

Her eyes had completely lost focus.

Her mouth was wide open, and her throat kept making strange gurgling sounds.

A pungent stench spread from beneath her.

A yellow and white turbid liquid flowed down her legs and all over the ground.

Beside her, Ye Ting was so scared that his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight into a dead faint.

Dozens of powerful Divine Senses hidden in the night sky retracted like they'd been electrocuted.

Not a single Divine Sense dared to peek out again, for fear of angering this god of slaughter.

The Inner Sect Disciples on the periphery of the square knelt down in large numbers.

It was unclear whether it was because of the terrifying pressure remaining in the air or out of pure fear.

Yu Linglong leaned against the edge of the deep pit.

In those seductive peach blossom eyes, there was no fear of a Nascent Soul powerhouse's fall.

Only a frenzy so intense it almost overflowed.

She looked at the figure under the moonlight, her red lips trembling slightly, silently uttering two words.

"Master."

Leng Qingyue scrambled up from the ground regardless of everything, lifted her skirt, and ran toward Cao Kun.

Liu Rumeng bit her lip, her pretty face burning red.

She wanted to maintain the pride of a Baihua Peak Personal Disciple, but her legs were extremely honest.

Stretching her long legs, she followed at a trot.

Just as the two were about to throw themselves into Cao Kun's arms.

A burst of refreshing and strange floral fragrance drifted into the square along with the night breeze.

Accompanied by pink petals falling all over the sky.

A lazy, charming, and gentle female voice sounded in everyone's ears, making them feel numb.

"Hehe... Lianxiang Peak is really lively tonight."

"Oh my... but it seems I've arrived a bit late."

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