Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 1025 - 438: Rivals of Divinity Transformation; Peerless Sword Dao_2

He alone, with a sword array, forcefully carved a bloody path through the chaotic battlefield.

Meanwhile, Xu Ping’s true form, surrounded by the roar of his blood, instantly summoned ten Fourth Rank Middle-grade Puppets. The power of their blood energy interconnected, swiftly forming a colossal puppet array.

A giant metallic hand, formed from the power of ten puppets and overwhelming in its size, descended towards a Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the Star Palace with crushing power.

The Late-Stage cultivator’s face turned pale with terror, desperately summoning a defensive spiritual treasure, yet under the giant puppet hand, it was as fragile as paper!

"Bang!"

The light barrier of the spiritual treasure shattered instantly, with the Late-Stage cultivator spewing blood wildly, flying back like a kite with a broken string, his aura dwindling rapidly, severely injured with a single strike.

Xu Ping, controlling the puppet array, moved like a mobile fortress across the battlefield, unstoppable in his advance.

The Star Palace and ancient demonic forces had to immediately adjust their strategy.

An elder of the Star Palace, whose aura reached Nascent Soul Perfection, along with several Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators, forcibly extricated themselves from their original positions, moving to besiege Xu Ping.

The ancient demonic forces also took similar action.

Yet, even at Nascent Soul Perfection, facing the full force of Xu Ping’s true body and Wood Spirit Avatar was incredibly challenging.

The sword array slaughtered, the puppets crushed.

The terrifying strength Xu Ping showcased far exceeded their understanding of Nascent Soul cultivators; they simply could not withstand it.

For a moment, because of the ferocity with which Xu Ping and the Nine Nether Elder acted, a previously one-sided battle ground to a standstill.

On the Divinity Transformation battlefield, Ao Guang single-handedly fought the Dual Saints, showing no sign of weakness, while the old lust demon was tightly entangled by the Nine Nether Elder and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

On the main Nascent Soul battlefield, due to Xu Ping—this being beyond all expectations—joining the fray, the assaults of the Star Palace and the ancient demons were forcibly halted.

"It’s you again!"

The old lust demon, tightly entangled and unable to achieve anything, was almost driven mad with anger.

His scarlet vertical pupils locked onto Xu Ping, filled with endless malice and killing intent almost tangible.

Conquering the outer seas, using it as a springboard to consume this realm, was a long-conceived grand strategy of his clan.

Once successful, when the Dual Saints of Star Palace ascend to the Upper Realm, the ancient demons could subtly transform the place into demonic soil.

By then, as the primary contributor, he would undoubtedly receive a reward from his clan, making the Transformation stage promising.

But all of this seemed to be on the brink of being ruined by this young man who had repeatedly foiled his plans.

"Courting death!"

The old lust demon let out a hysterical roar, signs of madness flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly pounded his chest, vomiting a mouthful of dark purple demon blood, containing his essence.

The demon blood quickly burned in the air, transforming into myriad twisted, blasphemous ancient demon scripts.

A more terrifying aura, seemingly originating from primeval wilderness, descended abruptly, violent, chaotic, and depraved several times over!

Blood-burning demon summoning!

He actually sacrificed his own Primordial Qi and the very foundation of demonic cultivation to forcibly use a forbidden technique of the ancient demon clan.

"Boom!"

The demonic power shook the heavens.

The old lust demon’s body swelled again, the black demonic flames turning purple, as if transformed into an apocalyptic demon god from the Endless Demon Realm.

He struck with both claws, a purple demonic light ripping through the heavens, shattering the Nine Nether Elder’s Underworld River Ghost Claw, and sent the spirit wailing and flying back, dimming its soul.

The Nine Nether Elder and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner were unexpectedly outmatched.

The old lust demon’s fierce gaze locked onto Xu Ping’s true form, causing carnage on the battlefield.

"Die for this lord!"

A massive demonic claw grabbed in the air, a soul-eroding demon finger condensed to the extreme, like crossing space, shot straight at Xu Ping’s forehead with a shrill screech.

Wherever the demon finger passed, whether lowly ancient demons or Star Palace cultivators, any caught by its edges instantly withered, their divine souls dissolved into ash.

It made no distinction between friend or foe, aiming only for one sure-kill strike.

"Not good!"

While controlling the puppet array, having just struck a Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator with his palm, Xu Ping’s heart screamed with foreboding.

A frigid, deathly chill permeated Xu Ping’s entire being, causing his hair to stand on end.

The furious attack of a Divinity Transformation cultivator contained an overwhelming might.

In a mere instant, Xu Ping could no longer afford to withhold his ultimate trump card.

"Zheng!"

A distinct sound, akin to a dragon's roar yet brimming with boundless life force and tenacity, echoed throughout the combat zone.

A beam of cyan-golden light erupted from Xu Ping's forehead, initially faint, but swiftly intensifying to illuminate the entire world.

This radiant light belonged to the Canghua Divine Wood Sword.

The spiritual pressure and Dao resonance emanating from it were on par with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, signifying it as a treasure of equal caliber.

"What? Another supreme treasure?!"

"He actually possesses two supreme treasures?"

Yan Feng, Yun Weifeng, and the others, still reeling from the shock of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, were assaulted by renewed astonishment, their minds going utterly blank.

To possess one supreme treasure was already an unfathomable stroke of luck; for a single individual to wield two was simply beyond their capacity to comprehend.

The Dual Saints of Star Palace, their visages obscured by the ethereal glow of stars and moon, experienced another dramatic shift in their expressions.

However, an even more astonishing spectacle was soon to unfold, rendering all rational thought inoperable for every observer.

Confronting the soul-devouring demonic finger, a strike capable of effortlessly annihilating a Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator, Xu Ping remained composed, his demeanor as tranquil as a still lake.

Gripping the sword with both hands, his Nascent Soul throbbed with activity, and mana, as boundless as an ocean, poured unreservedly into the Canghua Divine Wood Sword.

"Sword Rain, Fall!"

He uttered the command softly, and the Divine Wood Sword in his grasp seemed to execute a simple, casual slash forward.

In that instant, the very colors of the sky underwent a transformation.

Not a solitary beam, but countless thousands of cyan-gold sword lights materialized, resembling a tempest, conjured from the void itself.