Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1978: 1458: Sneak Attack
Chapter 1458: Sneak Attack
After Old Demon Han Tong uttered those words, he morphed into a beam of dark radiance and shot upward directly into the vast reaches of the starry void.
A subtle smile tugged at Li Zhixuan's mouth. She circulated her mana promptly and pursued him without a second thought.
“Who among you believes will emerge victorious in this clash?” one of the Heavenly Immortal Cultivators inquired, his interest clearly aroused.
Silence descended over the group immediately. Even though they all followed the Immortal Tao, based on the recent events, this new arrival Li Zhixuan, who had just advanced to Heavenly Immortal, appeared far from formidable. Yet, no one dared voice that the Demon Cultivator held the upper hand—it would undoubtedly undermine their own spirits.
“Shall we trail them and observe?”
“It's wiser to stay put. The conflict right here demands our attention.”
“True, I must still watch over my junior disciples.”
The assembly turned down the suggestion swiftly, reluctant to squander moments on a duel with an outcome that felt predetermined.
The Demon Cultivator Immortals showed even less enthusiasm, harboring zero concern for Old Demon Han Tong's destiny.
As for the remaining cultivators and demon cultivators, curiosity or not, they lacked the means to access the celestial battlefield and observe, thus staying locked in the melee on the ground.
…
In a certain region of the starry expanse.
The once barren and devoid void now featured just two solitary silhouettes.
“This spot shall serve as your grave!” Han Tong's gaze flashed with malice, his mouth twisting into a savage grin.
Li Zhixuan stayed utterly composed, betraying no trace of murderous intent. Her deep, shadowy eyes fixed on him, as though declaring a fate long sealed. “That statement suits you far better, if you ask me.”
“Hmph!”
Han Tong scoffed derisively and held back no further chatter. He released his mana in a surge and lunged ahead, trailed by a shrill, ghastly cry. A streak of crimson glow hurtled toward Li Zhixuan's core.
Upon seeing Li Zhixuan casually draw forth a fractured sword, he erupted in scornful laughter once more. “Never imagined you'd stoop so low, relying on merely a shattered blade.”
Yet, the very next moment, Han Tong's face twisted in shock. His advancing momentum froze in place, transforming his offensive strike into a desperate shield.
A brilliant, untainted sword gleam burst from the damaged weapon, unleashing an abrupt flood of peril that compelled him to react.
Boom!
Even with his swift shift in approach, he failed to fully deflect the blow. His form was hurled backward through space.
“Cough, cough…”
Luckily, no wounds marred him. Only his qi-blood churned chaotically inside, causing discomfort.
“Impossible! How can such might dwell within you?!” After regaining his footing, he exclaimed in utter astonishment.
“Enough idle chatter!”
Li Zhixuan dismissed the idiotic probe entirely. The fractured sword shimmered with frosty luster, and without delay, yet another surge of sword qi cleaved outward.
Han Tong no longer dared to belittle his foe, yet his faith in his own prowess remained unshaken; defeat seemed inconceivable.
Therefore, he confronted this assault with full gravity, but upon impact, he was stunned to realize its power vastly surpassed his forecasts—nearly propelling him away yet again.
Following two successive failures, what illusion lingered? The prior vulnerable showing by the adversary had been a calculated ruse!
“Excellent! Do you suppose mere deceptions can topple me? Witness now how the chasm in power defies any sly maneuvers!”
Maybe shamed by the dual defeats, Han Tong's rage ignited fiercely, even absent any onlookers in the vicinity.
Abruptly, dark malevolent qi swirled about his figure. With a mere intention, his right palm manifested a brutal, horrifying Ghost Head Bone Saber, its edge etched with myriad ferocious specters and demons.
The moment it materialized, a cacophony of deafening wraith howls echoed, stirring unrest in Li Zhixuan's thoughts and pounding pain in her skull.
In a flash, the pair's presences disappeared!
BOOM—
The cosmos thundered with a deafening blast as sword qi collided with blade qi, birthing a devastating surge that incinerated everything it touched.
The explosive power flung both away, but Han Tong refused to halt and balance. He propelled himself onward, the bone saber hacking wildly at Li Zhixuan.
Clang!
A sharp metallic clash resounded. Li Zhixuan's damaged sword intercepted precisely in time. She anticipated no injury, but suddenly, the savage ghosts upon the saber sprang free, talons extended, pouncing at her.
Should they seize hold, her vital essence would drain away instantly!
“Hmph!”
Li Zhixuan huffed coldly, her frame quivering as billowing evil qi and lethal aura coalesced into myriad minuscule black and red swords, thrusting straight into those specters and demons.
“Aaaah—”
As the small swords impaled them, agonized shrieks exploded; evidently, the torment proved unbearable.
“Destroy her, now!”
Han Tong appeared deranged, ignoring their agony. His sole focus lay on extinguishing Li Zhixuan, furiously directing mana to urge the ghosts into renewed onslaughts.
This spectacle caused her forehead to crease deeply. She hadn't foreseen his composure crumbling this rapidly. His psyche was wretched—how had he ascended to the Heavenly Immortal Realm?
Yet a demon cultivator in such frenzy posed greater peril!
For under these conditions, no act lay beyond their grasp!
Exchanging injuries, battling unto death—such approaches were routine for them.
“Damn it!” Li Zhixuan muttered through gritted teeth, but she quickly steadied herself, devoting all efforts to confronting the demon cultivator ahead.