609: Lu Xueqi (86)

He either timed his interference perfectly to disrupt the opponent's critical Spells, used the sharp Sword Qi nurtured by the Sword Nourishing Art to launch sneak attacks on vital points the enemy had to defend, or used the Spirit Nourishing Art to attack the opponent's Divine Soul and create openings.

He was like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, calmly observing the battlefield, seeking every fleeting opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

In just a short moment, two more demonic cultivators were slain by Lu Xueqi's sword light or struck by Shi Yue and the others' Formations under Su Han's clever "cooperation," falling to the ground heavily wounded.

Meanwhile, that Ice Scale Python had completely gone berserk.

Its intelligence was not high, and it couldn't distinguish how the situation on the field was evolving. It only knew that the intruders were all attacking each other, and that kid (Su Han) who first "attacked" the spirit milk was as slippery as an eel, always staying on the periphery.

In contrast, that group of demonic cultivators with ferocious auras who had been shouting from the start (Scarhead's gang) had been attacking proactively, and their attack range often affected it and the pool.

In its simple logic, this group of guys posed a greater threat!

Thus, the vast majority of the Ice Scale Python's fury was poured onto the demonic cultivators.

Its thick snake tail swept across, smashing deep craters into the ground. Ice mist, ice spikes, and ice blades were constantly spat out as its massive body rolled and crashed by the pool, forcing the demonic cultivators into a pathetic state. They also had to distract themselves to guard against sneak attacks from Su Han and the others, making their situation truly miserable.

"Boss! This long worm has gone crazy! It's targeting us!"

"Those three guys are too slippery! Especially that kid in green!"

The demonic cultivators were both shocked and furious. In a short time, two of their eight had died, one was heavily injured, and the rest were all wounded. Meanwhile, although the opponents' consumption was not small, they had suffered almost no damage thanks to the Ice Scale Python's "help" and their exquisite cooperation.

Scarhead had recovered from the stinging pain in his Divine Sense by now, his face so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

He could see that the youth in green was the most difficult to deal with among the three. Not only was his strength unpredictable, but his mind was also deep and ruthless. His schemes of driving the tiger to swallow the wolf and profiting from Chaos were played to perfection.

If this continued, their group might really end up leaving their lives here.

"We can't go on like this!"

A look of ruthlessness and greed flashed in Scarhead's eyes as he suddenly looked toward the earth vein spirit milk in the center of the pool.

"Third! Fourth! Entangle that ice python and the kid from Town Yue Tower!"

"Second, come with me, take the spirit milk first!"

He shouted sternly and, disregarding everything else, the blood-light on his body surged again. He endured an ice spike from the Ice Scale Python and, spitting blood, charged toward the center of the pool.

The Late Golden Core Stage demonic cultivator called Second immediately broke away from his opponent and followed closely behind.

Their intention was clear—to forcibly seize the earth vein spirit milk amidst the Chaos and then flee far away.

The earth vein spirit milk was worth a fortune. As long as they got it, even if all their subordinates died, it would be worth it!

"Not good! They want to snatch the spirit milk!"

Shi Yue said urgently, wanting to stop them, but he was firmly entangled by two other desperate demonic cultivators.

The Ice Scale Python also sensed their intention and let out a furious hiss. Abandoning its other opponents, its massive head turned, its bloody maw opened, and a blue ice breath, thicker and more solid than before, blasted toward Scarhead and the other like a raging dragon.

This blow of wrath almost drained a portion of the Origin cold power it had accumulated, and its power was staggering!

Scarhead's expression changed. He exchanged a look with Second, and both simultaneously spat out a mouthful of essence blood onto their respective Magic Treasures.

The Ghost-Head Greatsword's blood-light surged, transforming into a several-zhang-long blood-colored blade-astral that slashed fiercely toward the blue ice breath.

The other skull-shaped Magic Treasure spun rapidly, emitting a dense black aura of filth, attempting to corrode and weaken the power of the breath.

Boom!

The blue and blood-black lights collided violently, erupting with a staggering energy shockwave.

Waves several zhang high exploded from the pool, with cold air and blood-fiend energy surging in all directions.

Scarhead and Second were both sent flying back while spitting blood. The Ghost-Head Greatsword's light dimmed, and the skull Magic Treasure even developed cracks.

But that terrifying blue ice breath was also barely blocked and dissipated by their combined efforts.

The Ice Scale Python let out a pained hiss. This strike had also cost it greatly, and its aura withered significantly.

Ignoring his injuries, a fierce light flashed in Scarhead's eyes. Using the momentum of being sent flying, he actually changed direction and lunged straight for the stalactite in the center of the pool!

He was now less than three zhang away from the spirit milk!

"Hahaha! The earth vein spirit milk is mine!"

A look of wild joy appeared on Scarhead's face as he reached out to grab the drop of spirit milk that was about to fall, as well as the thin layer of milky-white liquid in the depression below.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred!

A green figure, like a ghost, appeared without warning behind and to the side of Scarhead, less than a zhang away from him!

It was Su Han!

No one saw clearly how he had avoided the chaotic energy aftershocks or how he had crossed this distance.

It was as if he had been there all along.

Su Han's expression was calm, but deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a vortex of Chaos swirling.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a speck of Chaos color condensed at his fingertip. It seemed slow but was actually fast to the extreme as it pointed towards the center of Scarhead's back.

There was no world-shaking momentum, no dazzling brilliance.

There was only a heart-palpitating sense of annihilation, as if all things were returning to the void, quietly spreading.

Scarhead's expression of wild joy instantly froze. An unprecedented sense of deathly crisis enveloped his entire body, making his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end!

He wanted to turn around, he wanted to defend, he wanted to flee.

But he had already suffered significant internal injuries from the clash with the Ice Scale Python. At this moment, his old strength was spent and new strength had not yet arisen. Su Han's finger strike was timed with absolute perfection, hitting precisely at the moment when his mind was most relaxed and his breath was most obstructed.

"No—"

Scarhead only had time to let out a roar of despair and unwillingness.

That Chaos-colored finger-sword had already lightly tapped against the center of his back.

Pfft!

A soft muffled sound.

Scarhead's body suddenly stiffened.

The protective blood-light on his body dissolved soundlessly, like snow meeting a scorching sun.

The thick Demonic Path magic power within his body dissipated rapidly, like boiling water poured on snow.

Starting from the point where the finger-sword landed, his strong Physical Body—flesh, bones, and Meridians—seemed to instantly lose all vitality, turning into a gray ash that began to silently annihilate and dissipate.

There was no blood spray, no internal organs spilling out.

Only a strange, hair-raising annihilation rapidly spread across his body.

Scarhead's eyes widened, his face filled with unbelievable horror. He struggled to lower his head, looking at the rapidly expanding gray area on his chest. He opened his mouth, but could not make any sound.

In just a breath or two, this notoriously fierce Late Golden Core Stage demonic cultivator, along with the Storage Pouch and Magic Treasures on his person, completely turned into a small pile of ashes. They drifted away with the wind, falling into the murky pool water, leaving no trace behind.

It was as if he had never existed in this world.

Chaos Finger!

Using the Chaos Dao Scripture as his Foundation and combining it with his own insights, Su Han had stimulated his potential in a moment of crisis to unleash his strongest strike. (End of Chapter)