Outside the mountain peak, everything remained unchanged, the mountain and water scenery serene, as if nothing had happened.
However, if a cultivator were to observe carefully, they would discover a hint of eerie tranquility within the mountain peak.
...
"Lin Changâan!"
Within the array, the angry roar of a Core Formation cultivator suddenly resounded. Forcibly using a secret technique, he restored his strength to the Core Formation Middle Stage.
Yet Lin Changâan showed no fear, relying on the power of the array, three fearless Fire-Devouring Demon Spirits launched continuous attacks.
Amidst the crisscrossing of sword shadows, Lin Changâan felt the pressure of battling a sword cultivator for the first time.
"As expected of the Divine Sword Sect, they indeed have prowess in the Sword Dao."
The defense barrier of the Water Pearl in front of Lin Changâan had already begun to show cracks, attesting to the terrifying nature of the opponentâs Sword Aura.
Likewise, the opponent was also startled, as Lin Changâan showed no inferiority to the Divine Sword Sect in terms of the Sword Dao.
The battle between sword cultivators involved not ornate displays of spells, but purely breathtaking clashes of Sword Aura.
Divine Technique: Giant Sword Technique
This technique had not been used for a long time, but Lin Changâan once again performed it this time.
The Blood Evil Sword, enhanced by this divine technique, exuded evil energy, while Lin Changâanâs eyes flickered with a sharp, cold light.
"Haha, Lin Changâan, I admit your talent in the Sword Dao might not be inferior to that of the Blood Evil Master of the past, but you underestimate me too much.
Today, I will let you know that the foundation of a Sectâs Core Formation cultivator is far beyond that of you loose cultivators!"
As time passed, this middle-aged Core Formation cultivator spat out a mouthful of essence blood, his face instantly turning pale like gold paper.
Yet this essence blood, along with a large amount of mana, was infused into a golden net-like magical treasure.
The golden netâs light screen surged, directly rushing towards the giant sword and Fire-Devouring Demon Spirit in the sky.
In an instant, the giant sword and Fire-Devouring Demon Spirit were entangled, unable to break free for the moment.
"Sword cultivator, what do you have left once youâve lost your sword!"
Taking advantage of the gap, the middle-aged cultivator from the Divine Sword Sect burst into crazed laughter as he frenziedly charged at Lin Changâan.
As the terrifying escape light struck, Lin Changâanâs face showed fear, yet there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
No sooner had the middle-aged cultivator from the Divine Sword Sect prepared to defend himself, a Phoenix Cry flashed.
At such close range, the mana shield in front of him shattered, and his magical treasure was caught by the beak of the Phoenix Cry Bird.
"No!"
Just as he tried to withdraw, Lin Changâanâs voice was already before him, and in his incredulous gaze, a fist shimmering with spiritual light appeared directly in his pupils.
Bam!
The protective spiritual light, already filled with cracks, shattered instantly.
With another bam, another punch was thrown!
His chest caved in, and as an ear-piercing sound of bones cracking reverberated, the middle-aged cultivator from the Divine Sword Sectâs eyes bulged in shock from the heavy blow.
"Foundation Establishment Body Cultivator! You..."
Then he was met with another heavy punch from Lin Changâan, blood splattering, accompanied by shattered liver and flesh raining down.
The middle-aged Core Formation cultivator seemed to realize something, glaring venomously at the opponent.
The opponent had done this on purpose!
But why? How could it be that a mere loose cultivator, lucky to achieve Core Formation as it was, possessed such terrifying body cultivation prowess?
While Core Formation cultivators were strong, once they lost their magical treasures and the protective spiritual light on their bodies was shattered, they were left facing Lin Changâan, a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage body refiner.
Relentless violent strikes shattered his chest, and his Golden Core in the Dantian was seized, leaving him with no means of self-detonation.
The brutal scene left a middle-aged female cultivator in the distance, entangled with the Fire-Devouring Demon Spirit, roaring with eyes wide open, "No!"
Talisman Treasure: Blood Evil Sword
Yet at the moment of her distraction, a Sword Aura pierced through her Six Yang Criterion, powerful forces shattering her skull.
In the distance, the sword servant within the array barrier was panting heavily, with a talisman treasure glowing golden before him.