Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2139 1539: Luck_2

Should any Earth Immortals from this realm be present, they would likely recognize this individual as Liu Rongyuan, a reclusive Earth Immortal loose cultivator who was absent from the earlier Spiritual Objects competition!

After separating from his two companions, he disregarded Fellow Daoist Hu's counsel to immediately consume the valuable Spiritual Objects. He deemed such an action a wasteful squander of immense potential.

Consequently, he meticulously safeguarded these Spiritual Objects, with the intention of leveraging their full value to amass greater resources for his own cultivation.

As for extricating himself from the Secret Realm with security? Liu Rongyuan harbored complete faith in his Illusionary Divine Power, convinced that his disguise was impenetrable. With such confidence, he planned to stride through the exit unimpeded.

Entertaining these notions, he not only avoided concealment from the searching Earth Immortal cultivators but actively preyed upon other cultivators within the Secret Realm, seizing their Spiritual Objects.

A considerable number of cultivators had already met their end by his hand, fueling his excitement and drawing him deeper into a bloodthirsty frenzy.

His initial objective of merely acquiring more Spiritual Objects had long since receded from his mind.

Thus, upon encountering the two Human Immortal cultivators, Li Zhirui and Fu Chengguang, Liu Rongyuan initiated his attack without the slightest hesitation.

He presumed these two were merely like the others he'd faced – ordinary in strength, no match for his abilities.

Especially after his ambush, leaving them severely wounded, he believed any chance of a comeback was impossible, paving the way for their easy defeat.

Just as Liu Rongyuan anticipated a simple harvest, he was taken aback to find the two Human Immortal cultivators utterly unscathed. Their expressions remained calm, as if they had anticipated his presence and were lying in wait for his treacherous move.

"No, you are not Human Immortal cultivators!" he shrieked in panic, turning to flee without a second thought.

However, a vine, which had been stealthily positioned nearby, lashed out with blinding speed, ensnaring him instantly.

Though the binding lasted only a fleeting moment, that brief interlude was sufficient to seal his fate.

"Only now do you consider fleeing? Stay right where you are!" Fu Chengguang chuckled, a flash of Spirit Light erupting from his hand. In the blink of an eye, a formidable Great Array materialized, completely engulfing Liu.

"Damn it!"

Liu Rongyuan frantically surveyed his surroundings, desperately searching for any imperfection within the Formation that might grant him an sliver of hope for survival.

The more he scrutinized, the heavier his heart became. Despite his keen sight, he could not discern the slightest flaw; the entire formation was seamlessly integrated.

"Two Earth Immortals employing trickery and concealment, utterly despicable!"

He shifted his strategy, hoping this outburst might buy him precious time.

But how could Li Zhirui and Fu Chengguang possibly grant him such an opportunity?

They acted as if Liu Rongyuan's taunts were nonexistent, paying him no heed as they focused on his swift capture and the division of his accumulated wealth.

Fu Chengguang expertly manipulated the formation to restrain Liu, while Li Zhirui launched the primary offensive. Unleashing a torrent of Water-Wood Mystical Abilities, the relentless barrage made it exceedingly difficult for Liu to counter.

In a mere fifteen minutes, he was pushed to the very precipice of death.

"You leave me no choice!"

Liu Rongyuan understood that continuing this way meant certain death. Filled with rage and profound regret, yet without hesitation, he invoked the Frenzy Secret Technique.

Instantly, his body began to distend, his face contorted into a deathly blue hue as fangs protruded. Two additional pairs of arms sprouted, and his aura swelled manifold, making him appear almost equal to Heavenly Immortal cultivators.

Demonic Qi swirled around him, obliterating any trace of his former cultivator persona. He now resembled a monstrous Demon.

Yet, confronted by this transformation, Li Zhirui showed no fear, only a hint of pleasure. His voice carried a touch of pity as he declared, "Had you not resorted to this Secret Technique, you might have endured a little longer. But now, within three moves, you shall be vanquished."

"Hmph! Such arrogance! Prepare to experience the might of my Primordial Demon Poison Dragon Secret Technique!" Liu Rongyuan scoffed haughtily, completely incredulous at Li's assertion.

After all, it was this potent Secret Technique, unearthed from an ancient relic, that had propelled him from his humble origins as a loose cultivator to the esteemed rank of Earth Immortal, allowing him to triumph over adversaries of his level.

Therefore, he refused to believe that his opponent could still emerge victorious in this situation.

"Perish!" he roared, unleashing a powerful surge of Spiritual Energy from his being. A fearsome, pitch-black poison dragon materialized above his head.

Upon its emergence, the very fabric of the surrounding space seemed to buckle under the corrosive venom, emitting a sickening sizzle.

Even the previously stable Formation trembled under the force of this demonic manifestation.

"It seems you do possess some measure of capability."

Fu Chengguang observed from a higher vantage point, yet this was his limit, a sliver of his Mana being directed to cloak any disruptive energy, rendering himself impenetrable once more.

Li Zhirui, meanwhile, appeared frozen, making no move and allowing the poison dragon to hurtle directly towards him.

"First strike!"

However, just as Liu Rongyuan readied himself for a triumphant laugh, an unblemished, pure white light manifested. With a gentle extension of Li Zhirui's hand, this light instantly bisected the entire poison dragon.

Without a sound or trace, as if flicking away an insignificant speck of dust, the poison dragon's form vanished without a whisper, utterly annihilated.

"Pfft!"

Whether from the shock of the backlash or sheer, crushing disappointment, Liu Rongyuan expelled a mouthful of fresh blood, his imposing presence visibly deflating.

"Impossible! You're merely an Earth Immortal, how could you possibly vanquish the poison dragon!"

His voice escalated into a frenzied tirade, eyes blazing crimson as he began to incinerate his own essence blood to unleash a desperate, fatal assault.

His physique expanded anew, swelling to an immense size nearing a hundred meters. Dark, draconic scales erupted across his skin, and a pair of formidable horns jutted from his brow, creating a terrifying fusion of demon dragon and human.

This was the zenith of the Primordial Demon Poison Dragon Secret Technique's might!

"Second strike."

Confronting such an overwhelming onslaught, Li Zhirui remained unfazed, extending his hand once more to release a sigil shaped like a delicate lotus.

Yet, this seemingly ethereal lotus mark, in Liu Rongyuan's perception, was akin to a colossal mountain plummeting from the heavens, striking a chord of deep-seated dread and disquiet within him.

"Roar!"

The colossal demon dragon-human hybrid thrashed wildly, its resistance futile as it was compelled to witness the lotus mark descend upon its forehead.

Immediately, an intensely pure Power of Purification surged forth from within, not overtly strong in its initial burst, yet utterly inescapable. It permeated his being, flowing unimpeded throughout his body.

Before long, Liu Rongyuan felt his physical form continuously shrink, his power diminishing drastically, regressing from the apex of Earth Immortal back to his original cultivation level.

"Ahhh!"

In this moment, he seemed to utterly collapse, unleashing hysterical, incoherent shouts and roars.

"Third strike!"

Li Zhirui's placid, detached voice, like the tolling of a solemn bell, yanked him from his delirious state. Terror seized him as he gazed at the unfolding scene.

"No! Wait! Please, don't kill me! Spare my life!" Liu Rongyuan pleaded with utmost desperation.

However, Li Zhirui's resolve remained unyielding. A gleaming sword, forged from the very essence of Purification Power, materialized from empty air, plunging directly into his Dantian, igniting the latent energy within.

With a resounding boom, he detonated like a spectacular firework, leaving behind no trace of blood or bone; only two safely intact Storage Magical Treasures remained, utterly unharmed.

"This is my inaugural time witnessing Fellow Daoist's prowess in combat, your strength is truly awe-inspiring!" Fu Chengguang remarked, having observed the entire engagement, unable to suppress his commendation.

"Fellow Daoist is too kind."

Li Zhirui offered a slight shake of his head, retrieving the two treasures before stating, "Let us depart from this location first."