Chapter 433 - 433 391 Tushan City Walls Require Skulls as Decorations

433: Chapter 391 Tushan City Walls Require Skulls as Decorations 433: Chapter 391 Tushan City Walls Require Skulls as Decorations A corner of the sky.

Two Golden Pill Monks silently watched as a young man in green clothes unleashed Sword Qi with a flick of his fingers, killing many Foundation-building Demon Cultivators below, and they were deeply moved.

“This kid might be even stronger than the Qiyu Sect’s Saint Heir when he was at the Foundation-building stage.”

A long-bearded elder nearly pulled out his own beard.

“Can it be?”

The muscular Yellow Leopard was also shocked, but found it hard to believe, “The Six Dao Saint became a Golden Core Pill Monk in less than a century, a prodigy blessed by heaven.

Although this junior is strong, how can he compare to such a figure?”

“In terms of potential, naturally, he cannot compare.”

“That one is destined to become a Nascent Soul Monk.”

The long-bearded elder subdued the trace of aura that had revealed itself due to his emotional agitation and explained, “But in terms of combat power at the same stage, this one should surpass or at least equal the Six Dao Saint at the Latter Stage of Foundation Building.”

“I have…

seen him make a move.”

“That’s quite remarkable indeed.”

Yellow Leopard had great respect for this person and his eyes twinkled with excitement, “This person is extremely important to that Tushan Sword Cultivator.

He must be his disciple.

Capturing him might not make the Sword Cultivator surrender, as that’s impossible, but manipulating the situation to get half of Tushan Monster Country is very likely.”

“With half the Demon Country in our hands, you and I, brothers, will have a place to settle down.

If the war in the Northern Plains does not cease, it would not be a bad idea to establish a family here to support and help each other.”

“Huang, this is a death feud.”

The long-bearded elder cautioned.

“I understand.”

Yellow Leopard laughed lightly, “In the Three Kingdoms, Patriarch Hua Xue of Hua Xue Palace claims to be the strongest, and Qiyu Sect has deep roots and a multitude of followers.

Only Tushan’s forces are somewhat weaker.”

“If not here, do we have to venture into the vast Spiritless Gobi again, where we would risk our lives to start anew?”

“Moreover, Patriarch Hua Xue, Mu Tiansnow, has hinted that as long as we can establish ourselves, she will make a move…

Let’s settle down first.

In the future, we will have ways to deal with this Tushan Sword Cultivator.”

“That would be best.”

The long-bearded elder gently stroked his beard and smiled, “Let’s make a move now.

This junior is frighteningly perceptive; I barely let out a whiff of my emotions and he already sensed it.”

“He surely has a trick left by that Tushan Sword Cultivator on him.

So, Huang, I ask for your assistance.”

It was just a junior they were dealing with, but he still asked for help without any hint of the pride and demeanor typical of an ordinary Golden Pill Monk.

“I’m aware.”

Yellow Leopard spread his Divine Sense, locking onto the surrounding area.

Then, the long-bearded elder swept his sleeve, which expanded to dozens of yards in size and enveloped the green-clad youth who seemed to notice something.

Immense pulling force came forth, and everyone, along with the wind-blown sand and layers of soil, got swallowed up like a whale consumes its feed, without any resistance.

“Bro Liu’s Heavenly Luo Art is truly remarkable.”

Yellow Leopard exclaimed in admiration.

Though it looked like just a sweep of a sleeve, his brother had actually refined his Life Treasure into his clothing, instantly unleashing the Luo-tian Net with a single move.

Any ordinary early-stage Golden Pill Monk who was caught off guard would get pulled into the big sleeve, their bodies turned into a dense nourishing essence and die.

“Golden Pill magic…”

Jiang Ding only felt a blur before his eyes and before he knew it, an overwhelming pulling force came, lifting him off the ground with the flying sand at a rapid speed toward the dark abyss of the sleeve, unable to resist.

“Quick!”

His eyes flashed with silvery-white light as he touched his fingers, summoning twelve silvery-white Sword Lotuses one by one in front of him, forming a Formation and spinning rapidly.

A dense Sword Qi spread in all directions, barely holding off the sucking force and slowing down its pull.

“Go!”

Having set everything in motion, he opened his mouth and a brilliant silvery-white Sword Qi shot out from his throat, carrying the Sword Intent of Destruction towards the long-bearded elder in the sky.

“Good lad!”

“You can probably exchange a few blows with a Golden Pill Monk at the Latter Stage of Foundation Building.”

The long-bearded elder was moved once again, pointing his finger, a green jade low-grade Treasure knife appeared in front of him and vanished with a whoosh, ripping through clouds and sand along its path, its sharp qi stirring the elements.

Ding!

The splendid silver-white Sword Qi and the jade-green dagger collided, holding a standoff for a moment before the Sword Qi shattered into countless liquid metal filaments that sprayed in all directions and vanished without a trace.

The jade-green dagger’s spiritual light dimmed slightly as it sped toward the young man in green, who was surrounded by twelve silver-white Sword Lotuses.

Bang, bang…

The twelve silver-white Sword Lotuses shattered in succession, dissipating into nothingness.

“Haha!”

“Young friend, come over for a chat.”

The long-bearded elder laughed heartily as the suction from his Luo-tian-sleeve greatly increased.

He drew the powerless young man in green into his sleeve, where he disappeared from view.

Peace returned to the area.

“Bro Liu, what a skillful move!”

Yellow Leopard was not surprised at all.

Two Golden Pill Monks had plotted an ambush with all their might; an escape for a mere Foundation-building cultivator was nothing short of a fool’s dream.

“Next, we just wait for his master to show up.

There should be some compromise.

I’m even envious of such a disciple.”

“After all, this junior is only in the latter stage of Foundation Building and yet possesses such strength.

It truly disquiets my heart.

If he were to ascend to Golden Pill, my peace of mind would be gone.

It’s best to find one or two secret techniques…”

“Huang, something’s not right!”

The long-bearded elder interrupted him, his expression turning ugly as he shook his sleeve.

Among a pile of bones that had not yet dissolved, a heap of clothes, and fragments of a mostly destroyed Magic Tool, the body of the young man in green gradually dissipated into silver-white streaks of light and faded away without a sound.

“Escaped?!!”

“What kind of Escape Technique is this?”

Yellow Leopard couldn’t believe it and said, “My Divine Sense has been watching him from beginning to end, how could he have escaped?

Liu, did you do something?”

The situation was too mystical.

A Foundation-building cultivator who had been alive and well just disappeared in an instant.

He couldn’t help but cast a suspicious glance at his companion.

Only within the other’s Luo-tian-sleeve was there a possibility of tampering.

“Do you think that’s possible?”

The long-bearded elder’s face grew even more unsightly.

His Luo-tian-sleeve expanded again, swallowing the sand and wind for miles around into its folds, to no avail.

“It’s not possible.”

Yellow Leopard carefully recalled the events but found no suspicious traces.

He took a deep breath, “This time, failing to grasp the handle on Tushan’s Sword Cultivator and having completely infuriated them, it’s better for us to leave first and plan for the long term another day.”

“The world of cultivation is vast and boundless, I’m not afraid of just one cultivator of the same level.”

…

Over ten kilometers away,

In a cloud of nano-state metal, a few faint sparks of electricity flashed and then went quiet.

Underneath a stretch of the Spiritless Gobi, within a teleportation Formation, sat a young man in green, cross-legged.

“What are the chances that a Nascent Soul Monk set up the trap?”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

“Extremely small, extremely small.”

“Even if that Nascent Soul Monk really was cautious, he would simply have sneaked into Tushan Demon Palace and captured me on the spot rather than plotting and spending so much time just to ambush a Golden Pill Monk.

It’s too mystical.”

“Nascent Soul Monks are also busy.”

“Just as I would not spend so much time for a mere Qi Practitioner, without deep-seated hatred, a Nascent Soul Monk would not expend so much effort on a Golden Pill Monk.”

“Otherwise, he wouldn’t need to do anything else in his life but lie in wait for Golden Pill Monks all the time.

Such occurrences would be endless.”

“Exclude it,”

“Then, the heads of these two will serve as perfect decorations for the walls of Tushan Immortal City.”

An invisible Escape Light appeared outside the Formation, easily locked onto the target, activated the Electromagnetic Stealth Robe, and with a speed far exceeding that of a late Golden Pill stage, it flew across the ground toward the distance with murderous intent.