18: A fight to the death, a fight to the last man!

"Reporting to Junior Martial Uncle, Qian Zheng and Lu Can were indeed killed by this Disciple."

With the dark bone thorn present, Su Ling could not be bothered to argue.

Moreover, in the current situation, arguing was meaningless. "However, the death of Senior Brother Chen Ping is truly unrelated to this Disciple. I merely found his Magical Artifact Flying Sword on Qian Zheng."

Having said that, Su Ling took the nine fiend soul flying daggers out of his Storage Pouch and respectfully held them out to Li Huan.

"It really is the fiend soul flying dagger!"

Li Huan's eyes lit up, and he strode over.

Seeing that the object of his desire was about to fall into his hands, Li Huan could not help but feel a bit excited.

He had gone to such great lengths; besides having some connection with Chen Ping, wasn't it all for this set of high-quality mid-grade magical artifacts!

No Cultivator would complain about having too many fine Magical Artifacts.

"Besides this, please accept this mid-grade magical artifact, the dark bone thorn, Junior Martial Uncle."

Su Ling's heart stirred. He placed the dark bone thorn, which had been hovering beside him, into his hand, his face displaying helplessness and sycophancy. "Cultivation is not easy; I only ask that Junior Martial Uncle spare this Disciple's life."

"You are quite sensible."

A playful smile tugged at the corner of Li Huan's mouth. As his magic power surged, the two Magical Artifacts rose into the air and flew toward his palm. "However, today, you are destined to die..."

Before the words had even faded, a sudden change occurred.

The dark bone thorn and the fiend soul flying daggers suddenly flared with spiritual light, violently erupting and shooting toward Li Huan.

Su Ling conjured four phantom images again, but this time, instead of choosing to flee, he lunged madly toward his opponent.

He knew very well that after two years, Li Huan had appeared before him so abruptly.

He must have mastered some kind of tracking Spell.

Flee? Facing a Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage who was also skilled in tracking, it was impossible for him to escape.

Only by fighting to the death would there be a glimmer of hope.

The mysterious armor shield, diamond arm guard, and rock shield all appeared simultaneously.

The explosive flame talisman, Freezing Talisman, and giant wood Talisman were cast out.

Over the past two years, Su Ling had spent the most time studying Talismans.

Relying on his understanding of Talismans, his speed in activating them was top-tier among Cultivators of the same rank.

In an instant, more than a dozen Talismans erupted all at once.

"How dare you?!"

Encountering a surprise attack, Li Huan roared in anger. His magic power surged, rapidly forming a magic power shield.

At the same time, a mysterious armor shield of the same model appeared before him.

Regarding Su Ling's resistance, he felt more anger than panic.

After all, Su Ling was merely a Cultivator at the Qi Refinement Stage.

What kind of threat could he pose to a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator?

However, for a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator to actually dare to attack him...

This made Li Huan feel a hint of humiliation.

"Boom!"

The chaotic Talismans and the attacks from the two major Magical Artifacts triggered a roar.

But Su Ling did not use this opportunity to retreat; instead, he exerted force with his feet and shot toward Li Huan, who was several yards away.

Are you kidding? The opponent's Flying Sword was not just for show.

Increasing the distance would only lead to a faster death!

Holding up his mysterious armor shield, Su Ling charged forward regardless of the consequences.

At the same time, an arrow emitting a ghostly light condensed rapidly in his hand.

Wisps of Power of Lost Souls continuously gathered toward the arrow shaft.

Regardless, the mysterious armor shield was a mid-grade defensive Magical Artifact.

Even an attack from a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator could be blocked for a while.

As long as he could delay for a few breaths, a chance for a comeback might appear.

"Ridiculous!"

Amidst the sky full of thunder and flames, Li Huan stood motionless, shielded by his magic power shield.

No matter how the dark bone thorn and fiend soul flying daggers attacked, they could not break through the defense of the mysterious armor shield.

From Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, the Dantian transforms into a Qi Sea, and spiritual power evolves into magic power.

Whether it is the power of Spells or Magical Artifacts, there is a qualitative change.

How could a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator wielding a Magical Artifact of the same rank possibly threaten him?

At this moment, Li Huan felt a thrill, like a cat playing with a mouse.

It would be one thing if a Cultivator of the same rank couldn't beat him, but a mere Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator? Could he really turn the world upside down!

The Flying Sword whistled through the air, carving a magnificent arc, and fiercely pierced toward the oncoming Su Ling.

"Clang!"

But this time, the Flying Sword attack did not blast Su Ling backward as it had before.

It merely caused his figure to pause for a moment.

Then he continued to charge forward regardless.

Su Ling's sharp, murderous eyes left Li Huan astonished, while a strange sense of dissonance arose in his heart.

Killing intent? He wants to kill me? How is that possible! I am a dignified Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator!

The next moment, Su Ling, holding up the mysterious armor shield, slammed fiercely into Li Huan.

It sent him flying backward directly.

"Woooo..."

The nine fiend soul flying daggers merged into one, and with a ghostly wail, they shot fiercely toward the retreating Li Huan.

The sound, like a vengeful spirit claiming a life, caused Li Huan's Divine Sense to falter for an instant.

The mysterious armor shield that had been protecting his side was immediately blasted away by this strike.

The dark bone thorn followed closely behind, whistling through the air.

In the blink of an eye, Li Huan finally lived up to his Foundation Establishment reputation.

His magic power surged wildly, and the magic power shield contracted and expanded, repelling the two major Magical Artifacts.

A deep blue radiance bloomed from his hand, instantly freezing everything within several yards, including Su Ling.

"You brat, you are courting death!"

Almost having his defense broken by a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator, Li Huan felt both lingering fear and anger.

While steadying his body, he formed a sword seal with his hand and pointed fiercely at Su Ling.

He was not good at combat, having spent most of his time as a deacon in the Artifact Refining Hall.

But this did not mean that he couldn't even handle a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator!

This strike was infused with most of his magic power, determined to kill Su Ling on the spot.

But reality once again left Li Huan stunned on the spot.

Amidst the shattering frost, the Flying Sword, which should have pierced through his chest, was once again deflected high into the air.

Su Ling spat out blood and flew backward rapidly.

This time, he was not acting; he was truly blasted away by the Flying Sword.

But a cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Explode!"

Violent spiritual power emerged from the dark bone thorn and the fiend soul flying daggers.

In Li Huan's horrified eyes, the two mid-grade magical artifacts self-destructed brazenly.

"Boom!"

Amidst the violent explosion, Li Huan's figure was sent flying backward.

The mysterious armor shield emitted a wail and shattered with a bang.

The magic power shield also flickered and vanished.

Both of them fell heavily to the ground almost simultaneously.

Li Huan struggled to get up, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Su Ling in disbelief.

How could he dare! How could he be willing!

However, before Li Huan could voice his question.

A glimmer of ghostly light occupied his vision and instantly sank into the center of his brow.

As a supplementary Spell of the Nine Nether Secret Record, the Ghost Soul Arrow did not have to be fired via a bowstring.

Since the start of the battle, Su Ling had been accumulating Soul Power for the Ghost Soul Arrow.

At the final moment, he even spared no effort to pour all his Divine Soul power into it.

His goal was a one-hit kill!

If Li Huan still didn't die after this, it would mean he was truly doomed.

The violent Soul Power erupted in his Sea of Consciousness, rapidly devouring Li Huan's Divine Soul.

"You..."

Death descended. Li Huan's eyes widened in anger, and he looked at Su Ling in disbelief.

In the end, he only had time to issue one last Divine Sense command before his entire body stiffened in place.

"Swish!"

But the black iron flying sword, which had been hovering in the air, turned into a streak of light and, with a sharp whistle, pierced into Su Ling's chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the unwillingness and resentment in Li Huan's eyes gradually faded away.