The Heaven-Shaking Sword Immortal

Wu Ren smashed through the hook-nosed cultivator, his speed undiminished as he continued hurtling toward the Corpse Demon Sect.

"Wu Ren, you miserable rat who knows nothing but flight! How dare you slaughter my sect's disciples? Today, I shall grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes!"

A cold, crisp female voice echoed from behind.

A stunningly beautiful female cultivator was pursuing him, sword in hand.

Her silken skirt fluttered, and her fiery red robes billowed in the wind. Her eyes shone with brilliant spirit, her bearing heroic and martial. Her robes were as red as blazing fire, her long sword as white as pure snow.

A single person, a single sword, standing proud between heaven and earth!

"Smoke Condensation Sword! Slash!"

A blinding sword light erupted, shooting straight into the heavens with the unstoppable momentum of a soaring dragon!

The snow-white long sword sliced through the night sky, its cold gleam radiating brilliantly.

Facing this sky-rending strike from the red-robed woman, Wu Ren did not even turn his head.

A massive surge of pitch-black Corpse Malice Qi erupted from his body.

The Corpse Malice Qi transformed into a black flood dragon, twisting and roaring across the night, turning the dark sky a shade darker.

The malicious aura surged into the clouds, clashing head-on with the Smoke Condensation Sword.

The flood dragon of malice was instantly torn apart and dispersed by the soaring sword light, but the sword's momentum also weakened rapidly, leaving it without the strength to continue pursuing Wu Ren.

Yet before Wu Ren could catch his breath!

Dark clouds suddenly clustered thick in the sky, and a majestic heavenly pressure condensed across the nine heavens. Fine streaks of silver lightning slithered and pooled within the dark clouds.

A terrifying silver serpent, shaped like a colossal greatsword, pierced the night sky and crashed straight toward Wu Ren below!

The fleeing Wu Ren paled instantly, his eyes filled with absolute horror.

The Jade Pivot Heavenly Thunder!

Just as the silver serpent was about to strike him down, Wu Ren's body abruptly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The silver serpent pierced through the blood mist and slammed violently into the ground.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled as shattered stone and dust flew into the air. Trees within a hundred paces were enveloped in silver light and instantly reduced to ash.

A white-haired old man with the face of a child appeared beside the blood mist that had been scattered by the heavenly thunder. He gnashed his teeth, muttering fiercely under his breath.

"The Blood Escape Technique! Damn it! We actually failed to keep the scoundrel here."

The red-robed woman flew down, landing beside the old man.

"Senior Brother Lei Jun, has Wu Ren escaped?"

Lei Jun nodded, a look of deep regret on his face.

"He triggered the Blood Escape Technique. With the vast essence blood of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, he must have fled at least a hundred li away. Finding him now will be an arduous task."

"However, he will not have it easy either. He failed to completely evade the Jade Pivot Heavenly Thunder; his injuries must be severe."

The red-robed woman raised her gaze to scan the area. The dense forest was shrouded beneath the pitch-black night sky, casting vague, shifting shadows.

Across a hundred li, there were no clues to follow. Trying to locate someone who was intentionally hiding was no simple matter, even for a Golden Core cultivator.

After a moment, Lei Jun turned his gaze toward the Corpse Demon Sect and spoke.

"Junior Sister Yan Yuyan, I intend to head to the Corpse Demon Sect to aid our fellow disciples. Will you accompany me?"

The red-robed woman named Yan Yuyan shook her head.

"I shall search for tracks of Wu Ren first. If I do not slay this demon, my Dao Heart will know no peace."

Lei Jun nodded and cautioned her.

"Be careful, Junior Sister. Though Wu Ren is heavily injured, demonic cultivators are devious and full of wicked tricks. Do not let your guard down."

After breaking away from the hook-nosed cultivator, Song Wen had executed the Blood Escape Technique, fleeing continuously toward the east.

As he ran, he suddenly witnessed a soaring sword light erupt behind him, followed by a world-shaking bolt of heavenly thunder that crashed from the firmament. Even though he was dozens of li away, the sight left him thoroughly shaken with terror.

"Is this the power of a Golden Core cultivator who has formed Magic Power?"

Once a cultivator attained the Golden Core Realm, the spiritual energy within their body transformed into true Magic Power, its destructive force increasing more than tenfold.

"When a Golden Core is swallowed into the belly, one finally learns that destiny is not dictated by heaven!"

A Golden Core cultivator could enjoy a lifespan of five hundred years!

While sprinting blindly forward, Song Wen suddenly saw a cloud of blood mist manifest without warning a short distance ahead. A figure tumbled out from within the mist.

This bizarre scene caused Song Wen, who had just been awed by the sheer power of the Golden Core Realm, to shudder violently.

Without the slightest hesitation, he veered sharply to the left, sprinting away at an angle.

He had barely covered two li when a powerful Divine Sense swept over him. Simultaneously, a voice boomed beside his ear.

"Junior, come here!"

Song Wen instantly froze, not daring to move an inch. The pressure descending from that Divine Sense was far too terrifying; it was absolutely not something he could withstand.

However, that individual was clearly wounded. Song Wen did not dare recklessly approach a powerful, injured demonic cultivator. Who knew if the man practiced some secret art to consume blood for healing?

As if seeing through Song Wen's hesitation, the voice spoke again.

"Junior, there is no need to fear. I am Wu Ren, a Golden Core cultivator of the Corpse Demon Sect. I have sustained heavy injuries and require your assistance to return to the sect."

"I see that you are enveloped in dense Corpse Qi and surrounded by malice, and the movement technique you used is the first layer of the Blood Escape Technique. You must be a disciple of our sect."

"Yet I am familiar with most of the two hundred-plus Foundation Establishment cultivators within the Corpse Demon Sect. Why have I never seen your face?"

Hearing those words, Song Wen became even more terrified to return.

The person behind him was actually Wu Ren!

Back at the exit of the Withered Blood Secret Realm, Wu Ren had seen his true countenance, and currently, he was not wearing any disguise.

The thought turned Song Wen into a startled bird, trembling with acute dread.

And yet, the very thing he feared most seemed destined to occur.

A moment later, Wu Ren's voice rang out once more, dripping with sudden realization.

"I recognize your face! Several months ago, you entered the Withered Blood Secret Realm. Back then, you were merely at the sixth layer of Qi Refining. To think that in just a few months, you have already reached Foundation Establishment... You were concealing your cultivation back then!"

Wu Ren's voice grew increasingly agitated and furious.

"Junior, does the death of Wu Sui have something to do with you?!"

Song Wen suddenly felt a terrifying pressure crash down upon him, heavy as Mount Tai.

In this instant, he felt as insignificantly small as an ant.

Wu Ren's figure abruptly materialized within his line of sight.

"Junior, die!"

Wu Ren slammed a palm down toward Song Wen's skull.

"Bang!"

Song Wen's physical form exploded, rupturing into countless tiny fragments.

Wu Ren prepared to restrain the soul, only to discover that there was no soul to be found anywhere in the vicinity.

Fixing his gaze upon the remains, he realized that the shattered fragments did not belong to a living body at all, but were clearly the components of a puppet crafted from a dead corpse.

"The Puppet Substitution Technique!"

Wu Ren's eyes flashed with brilliant light, his rage now mingled with a strand of greedy fervor.

Sweeping out with his Divine Sense, he discovered that Song Wen was already seven or eight li away.

After using a proxy corpse to absorb Wu Ren's strike, Song Wen relied on the Black-armored Gu's ability to extend his Divine Sense, instantly replacing his position to the furthest distance he could manage.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he felt Wu Ren's Divine Sense sweep over him once more.

Fear and a sense of absolute powerlessness flooded his heart.

A Golden Core cultivator was simply too overwhelming. Even though Wu Ren was severely wounded, he remained so powerful that Song Wen did not even possess the room to fight back.

Yet Song Wen refused to sit and await his demise. He forced himself to calm down, desperately trying to forge a path to survival.

His mind raced at breakneck speed.

Idea after idea flashed through his consciousness.

Suddenly!

Song Wen recalled the soaring sword light and the heavenly thunder that had cascaded down moments earlier.

It was as though he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Channeling his True Essence to its absolute limit, Song Wen inhaled a massive breath into his chest. Utilizing every ounce of his energy and strength, he roared toward the sky.

"Wu Ren is here! Wu Ren is here! Wu Ren is here-"

The moment his fifth shout left his lips, a blast of Corpse Malice Qi coiled toward him like a vicious flood dragon.

Song Wen's body was instantly blasted into minced meat once more.

"Another substitution puppet?"

Wu Ren stared at the obliterated puppet corpse, his eyes burning with intense malice.

Suddenly, a silhouette flashed behind his back.

Song Wen emerged, gripping his three-foot-long, Low-Grade Spirit Weapon flying sword, thrusting it straight toward the center of Wu Ren's back.

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