608: Lu Xueqi (85)

In truth, Su Han's sword strike did not truly cut off the stalactite.

The Sword Qi subtly dispersed before touching the base of the rock, only stirring up a fierce gale.

But this was enough.

To the Ice Scale Python, the threat to the spiritual item it guarded was a more direct provocation than any outsider breaking in.

Its simple spiritual intelligence could not distinguish the reality from the illusion in Su Han's Sword Qi, much less understand the complex antagonism between humans.

It only saw that while it was "sleeping," a group of ill-intentioned figures had intruded, and one of them dared to strike at the Spiritual Nectar it treated as its exclusive possession!

Almost simultaneously with Su Han turning, swinging his sword, and shouting loudly, the Ice Scale Python's accumulated fury and Demonic Power erupted violently.

Extremely cold ice fog sprayed out in a fan shape. Wherever it passed, the air condensed into fine ice crystals, and the ground was instantly covered with a thick layer of white frost.

The three Cultivators of the Demonic Path rushing at the front bore the brunt of the attack.

They were sneering, preparing to harvest their "prey," but they never expected that while the "prey" remained still, the "guard snake" coiled nearby would suddenly go berserk, and inexplicably shift its attack target to them.

"Be careful!"

"This beast!"

Cries of alarm and angry curses sounded almost simultaneously.

The three Cultivators of the Demonic Path hastily activated their protective Magic Treasures, and various colored light barriers lit up.

However, how could the power of the Ice Scale Python's furious strike be ordinary?

The ice fog slammed into the light barriers, producing a grating, teeth-aching sound of "crackle, crackle."

The protective light barriers of the two Middle Stage Golden Core Cultivators of the Demonic Path, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, shattered violently after lasting less than a breath.

The bone-chilling cold instantly invaded their bodies. Ice layers visibly condensed on their surfaces, their movements abruptly stiffened, and expressions of horror remained on their faces.

The light barrier of the other Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator of the Demonic Path lasted a little longer but was also covered in cracks. He let out a muffled groan, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he retreated repeatedly.

"Vile beast seeks death!"

Scarhead was both shocked and enraged.

He never expected that the youth, who seemed cowardly and yielding, would dare to pull such a trick, not only provoking the Ice Scale Python but also completely diverting the trouble onto them.

What made his heart seize up even more was the incredibly fast purple Divine Thunder that struck almost simultaneously with the ice fog!

Before the Divine Thunder arrived, the Sword Intent, which was capable of Slaying Evil and Breaking Demons and was incomparably sharp, already caused a stinging sensation on his skin.

"A Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator?!"

A ridiculous thought flashed through his mind, but he instantly dismissed it; the opponent's aura was clearly only at the Golden Core Stage.

But the might of this Divine Thunder was simply terrifying!

Scarhead was, after all, a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator of the Demonic Path who lived a dangerous life, and his combat experience was extremely rich; although startled, he did not panic.

He roared furiously, and a bloody light surged around him. A shield Magic Treasure refined from unknown bones instantly enlarged, blocking his front.

At the same time, he rapidly formed Hand Seals, and a dark red Ghostly Shadow emerged from behind him, letting out a sharp shriek as it lunged toward the Divine Thunder.

"Boom!"

The purple Divine Thunder struck heavily upon the bone shield.

Blinding thunder light exploded. The bone shield let out a groan of distress, and charred cracks appeared on its surface. The Ghostly Shadow was instantly swept away and annihilated by the Utmost Yang and Utmost Firmness power of the Divine Thunder.

Scarhead shook violently, his Qi and blood churning. He retreated several steps, and a look of horror finally appeared in his eyes.

This woman's Thunder Arts possessed power far surpassing her peers!

"Form the Formation! Kill this woman first!"

Scarhead shouted sternly, already regarding Lu Xueqi as the greatest threat.

However, just as his command left his mouth, another anomaly occurred.

Countless Gu Insects, as tiny as dust, had secretly lurked in the soft soil beneath their feet.

These Gu Insects did not possess strong attack power, but they carried a strange Toxin that caused numbness and itching. More terrifyingly, they could quietly erode and interfere with the circulation of Magic Power.

Several Cultivators of the Demonic Path who were preparing to coordinate their attack on Lu Xueqi suddenly felt their footing soften, and a slight stagnation appeared in the circulation of Magic Power within their bodies.

Although this stagnation was extremely slight and passed in an instant, at a critical moment of life-and-death combat, even a delay of one-tenth of a breath was enough to be fatal.

"What is that?!"

"Watch your feet!"

The Cultivators of the Demonic Path fell into a brief commotion, and their offensive involuntarily slowed down.

It was this momentary pause!

The attack from Shi Yue and the other three arrived.

"Suppressing Peak Like a Mountain!"

Shi Yue, as the person controlling the Formation, drove its power to the extreme.

A solid Mountain Peak Phantom appeared out of thin air, carrying the heavy Power of the Earth Element, and slammed violently into the flank of the Cultivators of the Demonic Path.

Zhao Tie, Wang Pan, and Fang Lin unleashed their Magic Treasures simultaneously. Sword light, hammer shadows, and Silk Ribbons followed closely behind the Mountain Peak Phantom.

Their targets were precisely the two Middle Stage Golden Core Cultivators of the Demonic Path who had been temporarily frozen by the ice fog and whose movements were stiff.

"Puff! Puff!"

The two Cultivators of the Demonic Path were already eroded by the cold Qi, and their protective Magic Power was dispersed. How could they withstand this combined, long-prepared strike?

The Mountain Peak Phantom slammed into them, breaking their tendons and fracturing their bones, and the subsequent bursts of Magic Treasure light ruthlessly pierced through their bodies.

Two short, miserable cries sounded, and the two Cultivators of the Demonic Path died on the spot!

"Fifth Brother! Seventh Brother!"

Scarhead's eyes were about to split open with rage.

These were all brothers who had followed him for many years. Although they lived a life of danger, they shared a deep bond.

In a single exchange, two men were lost, and they were killed by this group of Righteous Path Disciples whom he had regarded as "Fat Sheep"!

"Kill them all! Leave none alive!"

Scarhead was utterly enraged. Holding nothing back, bloody light shot toward the heavens around him. He summoned a Ghost Head Saber that exuded a thick, bloody stench and lunged fiercely toward Shi Yue, determined to tear the four of them into ten thousand pieces.

But just as his body moved, a sharp, stabbing pain suddenly struck his mind!

It was as if an invisible awl had fiercely stabbed into his Sea of Consciousness!

Scarhead screamed miserably, his forward rush abruptly halted, and he clutched his head, his face contorted in pain.

Divine Sense attack!

He abruptly looked toward the edge of the battle circle, at the youth in green robes who seemed to be looking for an opportunity and hadn't made many moves.

Su Han was expressionless, his fingertips moving almost imperceptibly.

The power of Divine Sense cultivated by the Spirit Nourishing Art was condensed like a needle, specializing in attacking the Divine Soul, making it impossible to guard against.

Although his current Divine Sense strength was not yet sufficient to severely wound the Primordial Spirit of a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator, it was enough to interfere with their spellcasting and cause them to lose focus momentarily.

Shi Yue had escaped death. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. Without time to think, he seized the opportunity to rapidly retreat with his Junior Brother and Junior Sisters, creating distance and stabilizing their Formation once more.

After forcing Scarhead back with one strike, Lu Xueqi did not pursue. The tianya sword light shifted, and like a Wandering Dragon, she plunged into the group of Cultivators of the Demonic Path.

Her Swordsmanship was swift and sharp, and it contained the mighty power of Divine Thunder, naturally restraining Demonic Path Cultivation Techniques.

Every sword swing left the Cultivators of the Demonic Path flustered, forcing them to divert most of their attention to defending.

Bi Yao, like a Butterfly Flitting Through Flowers, moved erratically. The heartbreak flower in her hand sometimes dispersed and sometimes gathered, emitting a hazy halo and a soul-bewitching floral fragrance. Combined with the elusive Gu Insects, she continuously harassed and delayed the actions of the Cultivators of the Demonic Path.

Her attack power might not be as formidable as Lu Xueqi's, but when it came to creating chaos and disrupting the battle, she was a top-tier expert.

Su Han, meanwhile, always moved along the periphery of the battle circle.

He rarely engaged the Cultivators of the Demonic Path in direct confrontation, but every time he struck, it was extremely cunning and vicious. (End of Chapter)