Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 918 - 403: Slaying the Late-Stage Ancient Demon (Part 3)
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The slaughter efficiency proved several times swifter than the Human Race cultivators beneath, who depended on defensive arrays passively.
"Hiss!"
Although rumors of Xu Ping’s formidable sword array had reached their ears long ago,
right now, beholding its devastating power firsthand, the many cultivators holding back low-level ancient demons from a distance all drew sharp gasps involuntarily.
Shan Tianyou and his ally felt profound shock within.
This sword array’s might was utterly horrifying, surpassing even typical late-stage Nascent Soul experts.
True Monarch Wu Ya and Xuanmo True Monarch inevitably shifted some focus toward Xu Ping.
"This child... truly lives up to his reputation!" True Monarch Wu Ya’s eyes narrowed faintly.
Xuanmo True Monarch’s shadowy visage deepened its ghostly grin, pondering some secret thought.
The Corpse Centipede Demon Lord, the sword array’s main victim, bore the full force directly.
Boundless Sword Qi swiftly etched countless tiny cuts across its tough shell, green demon blood oozing nonstop, while its movements ground to a halt, ensnared like in a Sword Qi swamp.
Furious and frantic hisses burst from it, its myriad legs thrashing wildly, venomous fog spraying out, but escape from the Sword Domain’s bindings remained impossible.
Shan Tianyou and True Monarch Wu Ya grasped the chance, ramping up their attacks with savage intensity.
Shan Tianyou’s precious mirror beamed a pillar of light, ruthlessly striking the demon lord’s joints and warping its motions repeatedly.
Master Shuidi conjured massive waves to crash down, smothering and pinning it firmly.
The fight appeared to tilt decisively in their favor.
Yet Xu Ping aimed beyond mere restraint.
For total... destruction!
A icy spark ignited in Xu Ping’s gaze like exploding stars, as Divine Sense deep in his Sea of Consciousness gathered and squeezed with unmatched ferocity.
His forehead even released a subtle, unseen frigid ripple.
Buzz!
Xu Ping suddenly parted his lips. Silent to the eye, two razor-thin, virtually invisible shades—like pure void—hurtled from his mouth without a sound!
Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure—the Soul-Breaking Needle!
Reforged using premium Moon Shadow Stone, the needle achieved a tremendous upgrade.
Its velocity outpaced what standard cultivators’ Divine Sense could track! Its concealment merged seamlessly with emptiness.
Its piercing ability excelled at shredding all barriers, striking straight at the Divine Soul’s heart.
The four late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouses there barely detected a hint... a void distortion and soul quiver slimmer than a myriad spider threads.
They failed to discern its true form!
"Puff! Puff!"
Sounds so faint they bordered on inaudible.
The instant after—
"Awoooo!"
The Corpse Centipede Demon Lord, raging in the sword array against Shan Tianyou and his partner, abruptly stilled its colossal, mountain-sized frame.
Every motion—flailing hundred legs, gushing poison mist, wailing back-face—halted dead in that split second.
Right then, excruciating torment peaked as if its soul ripped apart, unleashing a shrill, hopeless screech from its throat’s core.
That shriek shook the nearby ocean surface faintly.
Soul-Breaking Needle!
Straight to the demon soul’s ruin!
Propelled by Xu Ping’s Divine Sense exceeding regular late-stage levels, this soul-killing Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure unleashed power... too dreadful to describe!
This Corpse Centipede Demon Lord’s Divine Sense wasn’t elite among late-stage Nascent Soul ancient demons, lagging behind a normal late-stage cultivator.
Before the soul-impaling Soul-Breaking Needle, its safeguards crumpled like thin paper, punctured effortlessly, wrecking its central demon soul at once.
"What?!"
"Just now, was that...?"
"Soul attack?"
Even peers like Xuanmo True Monarch, Master Shuidi, and True Monarch Wu Ya stood utterly stunned this time.
That brief, bone-chilling horror wave registered clearly to them.
Self-reflecting, if that strange strike aimed at them... could they fully dodge or repel it?
The realization chilled them to the bone.
Gazes turning to Xu Ping brimmed with fresh caution and gravity.
This youth boasted not just peerless sword array prowess, but concealed such mysterious, overbearing, elusive killer moves.
"Slash!"
How could Xu Ping let such a golden moment slip?
His sword gesture slashed skyward abruptly, unleashing the sword array at maximum fury!
Brilliance from the seventy-three magic swords surged skyward, fusing into the illusory silhouette of a colossal giant sword before erupting with a thunderous blast, morphing into a devastating sword rain that obliterated everything in its path.
Myriad strands of intensely packed Five Elements Sword Qi tumbled down like a celestial river, instantly overwhelming the exposed Corpse Centipede Demon Lord with its demon soul already gravely damaged.
Chichichichi——!
A relentless barrage of slicing noises echoed densely.
Green demon blood gushed forth like a violent storm, its rigid shell, horrific hundred legs, repulsive compound eyes...
all beneath the ceaseless sword rain, were plainly severed, pulverized, and eradicated!
"Take action!"
Shan Tianyou and True Monarch Wu Ya recovered from their stunned state, stifling their terror, and together released their mightiest assaults.
The treasured mirror's beam descended like celestial wrath straight into the demon lord’s injuries.
Boundless seawater shifted into innumerable cleansing arrays, invading its demon body and tearing it apart from the inside.
"Awoo..."
The Corpse Centipede Demon Lord’s agonized cry rapidly diminished.
A gleam flashed in Xu Ping’s eyes, prompting his Sword Technique to alter yet again.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the sword rain coalesced into a raging deluge, utterly encasing the Corpse Centipede Demon Lord.
As the sword rain slowly ebbed and the radiance dimmed,
all that was left stood a gigantic corpse, punctured by thousands of gashes, almost completely torn asunder, its demonic aura entirely vanished.
Shortly thereafter, Xu Ping indifferently flicked his sleeve to store away the demon lord’s remains, treating it like a minor errand.
The sequence, starting from the Soul-Breaking Needle’s strike to the demon lord’s fall, lasted merely a few breaths.
The remaining late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators stood agape but ultimately held their tongues.
Xu Ping bore the primary credit for felling this demon; taking the trophy unchallenged.
Nevertheless, the dread and astonishment gripping their hearts endured persistently.
Elsewhere, the giant crocodile demon lord beheld its ally’s swift execution, prompting terror to surface across its three savage heads simultaneously.