160: Chapter 160 Constant Trouble

Almost there.

Wu Li withdrew the Colorless Profound Light, reached out with his right hand, and the great flame dragon halberd flew back from the ground into his palm.

He closed the distance, flipped the halberd blade, and thrust it out.

"Puchi!"

The crimson-gold halberd blade pierced through the old man's chest, exited from his back, and nailed him to the ground.

Fresh blood gushed from the wound, splattered onto the halberd blade, and was evaporated by the flame runes, making a sizzling sound.

The old man's body shuddered violently, his mouth agape, but he could not make a sound, only wheezing "he he" noises from his throat.

Wu Li crouched down, reached his right claw into the wound in the old man's chest, spread his fingers, and grabbed fiercely.

The Blood Eye Pagoda Sutra operated crazily within his body, a powerful suction force emanated from his palm, and the residual blood in the old man's body seemed to be drawn by something, gushing frantically from the wound and flowing along Wu Li's right claw into his body.

The pure Golden Core essence blood was as hot as magma.

Wu Li did not withdraw his right claw, continuing to grope inside the old man's body. A moment later, his claw tip touched something round and warm: a Golden Core.

Wu Li yanked hard.

A fist-sized Golden Core was dug out from the old man's body.

The Golden Core was grayish-black, its surface covered in fine cracks, with dim Spiritual Qi faintly circulating inside, emitting a rich spiritual power fluctuation.

The essence of a Golden Core Cultivator's cultivation was all condensed into this one core.

The old man's body stopped moving completely.

His eyes were still open, pupils unfocused, mouth agape, like a specimen gutted of its internal organs.

Wu Li stood up, stored the Golden Core and essence blood into his Stomach Storage, then looked around.

Behind the doors and windows of the shops on both sides of the street, countless gazes were fixed on this side.

There were both humans and demons.

Some even had greed flashing in their eyes after seeing this scene.

Seeing this.

Wu Li's blood-red pupils constricted violently, and a tyrannical ferocity exploded from his body, spreading outwards like a tide.

The aura of a Third-Stage Great Demon was released without reservation, pressing down until the rubble on the street trembled slightly. The air was filled with a thick scent of blood, mixed into that ferocity, like an invisible blade held against the throat of every onlooker.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort.

The gazes behind the doors and windows instantly vanished for the most part.

Wu Li withdrew his ferocity, put away the great flame dragon halberd, and flew toward the outskirts of Feiliu Workshop.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~"

The night wind brushed past his ears. Wu Li flew quickly away from the Feiliu Workshop area and stopped after reaching a desolate mountain.

"You've followed for so long, come out."

Wu Li sneered, waved his right hand, and the great flame dragon halberd appeared from his palm. The flame runes on the halberd blade lit up, and scorching heat waves spread outwards.

"Not coming out? Then I'm leaving."

As soon as the words fell.

Three figures darted out from the darkness, surrounding Wu Li in a triangular formation.

On the left was a Hunchbacked Elder, wearing a tattered gray Daoist robe, leaning on a pitch-black cane, his face covered in wrinkles, eye sockets deeply sunken, and a pair of eyes cloudy and yellow.

On the right was a gaunt old woman, with sparse gray hair, sallow skin, purple lips, and nails that were black and long, like ten tiny iron hooks.

Directly opposite was a Bald Elder, with a burly figure, but his shoulders were slumped and his back slightly bent.

He wore a fur vest, revealing two withered arms, the muscles long since atrophied, leaving only loose skin hanging on the bones.

Three people, three directions.

Wu Li scanned them and immediately saw the state of the three.

None of them were in their prime.

Their Qi and blood were depleted, their spiritual power was unstable, and the Death Qi on them was heavier than their living Qi.

They were all Golden Core Cultivators, but they were all dying Golden Core Cultivators.

Exactly the same as the old man Wu Li had just refined to death—old things whose Lifespan was running out, hiding in Feiliu Workshop, struggling for breath.

Wu Li's blood-red pupils swept over the three, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Three dying old dogs, you dare to come and intercept me?"

The Hunchbacked Elder coughed, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper grinding on stone: "Little friend, that old thing's Golden Core isn't of much use to you even if you take it."

"How about lending it to this old man?"

No sooner had the Hunchbacked Elder finished speaking than he slammed his cane onto the ground.

"Boom!"

The ground exploded into a crack, and grayish-black spiritual power gushed out from the crack, turning into a pitch-black python, opening its blood-red maw to bite at Wu Li.

The python was not an illusion; its scales, fangs, and snake tongue were all as solid as if real, wrapped in decaying Death Qi, causing weeds to wither and soil to turn black wherever it passed.

Wu Li pushed off with his feet, his figure retreated violently, while the great flame dragon halberd swept across.

Crimson-gold flames exploded on the halberd blade, turning into a wall of fire, blocking the pouncing black python.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

Flames and Death Qi collided, making a harsh sound.

The gaunt old woman seized the opportunity to close in.

She pulled a slender bone needle from her sleeve, the tip gleaming with a ghostly green cold light, stabbing straight at Wu Li's heart.

The bone needle was as thin as a hair, as fast as lightning, with no sound of breaking the air, no spiritual light fluctuation, like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness.

Wu Li didn't even turn his head, waved his left hand backward, and the Colorless Profound Light condensed into a pitch-black shield in his palm.

"Ding!"

The bone needle stabbed the shield and was bounced right back.

The old woman's expression sank, the bone needle turned in the air, and stabbed again from the side at Wu Li's temple.

The Bald Elder also moved.

He pulled a rusted iron hammer from under his fur vest, the hammer head covered in notches, but the body of the hammer was covered in dense runes.

He gripped the hammer with both hands and slammed it hard into the ground.

"Thud!"

A dull thud, the ground shook violently.

Countless stone spikes shot out from underground, stabbing at Wu Li from all directions.

Those stone spikes were not ordinary stones; their surfaces were covered with a layer of grayish-white spiritual light, sharp as knives.

Wu Li flapped his wings, his body rose from the ground, avoiding the stone spikes stabbing from beneath his feet, but the black python and the bone needle were already in front of him.

He turned the great flame dragon halberd in his hand, flames condensed on the halberd blade into a crimson-gold light blade, and he slashed out fiercely.

"Break!"

The light blade slashed onto the python's head, the black python let out a shrill hiss, its head was cut in two, and the grayish-black spiritual power splattered in all directions.

The Hunchbacked Elder groaned, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his cane cracked open.

Wu Li did not stop, waving the great flame dragon halberd repeatedly, flames exploded around him, forcing back the bone needle and stone spikes simultaneously.

The old woman and the Bald Elder were also forced back several steps.

Three Golden Core Cultivators, in a single encounter, were forced back by a Third-Stage Early Stage crow.

The Hunchbacked Elder leaned on his cane, his chest heaving, his face even paler. The old woman's bone needle had developed several cracks, and her fingers were trembling slightly.

The three looked at each other, and all saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

"This crow is not easy to chew."

Wu Li hovered in mid-air, his blood-red pupils overlooking the three, the flame runes on the great flame dragon halberd in his hand brightening and dimming, tracing crimson-gold arcs in the darkness.

"Is that all you've got?"