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Chapter 436 - 429: Corpse Blood Pill_2
Chapter 436: Chapter 429: Corpse Blood Pill_2
Then, with a casual gesture, the fireball soared into the garden in an instant, exploding on a patch of grass and turning the vegetation to flying ash.
As the grass turned to ash, a blackened face emerged from the scorched earth.
The monk in grey robes looked confused.
Where did that Fireball Technique come from, and how did it hit him?
This Fireball Technique also caught the attention of Situ Jin.
With that, he also spotted the movements of the monk in grey robes.
Situ Jin, who had been
Although he didn’t know what the pill was, he had to prevent the monk from swallowing it.
His palm struck the monk’s chest, Spiritual Power tearing through flesh and the force flinging him backward, but it failed to stop the monk from ingesting the blood-colored pills.
The monk lay on the ground like a dead body, motionless for a long time.
For a moment, the scene fell silent.
Situ Jin’s gaze grew solemn, and he dared not act rashly, his expression wary.
After a short time, a sudden change occurred.
The monk lying on the ground began to convulse irregularly, his limbs deforming and twisting, his body gradually swelling, veins bulging, and he finally stood up in an odd posture, straight as a rod.
His skin turned an ashen blue, his body robust, eyes showing only whites, resembling a corpse as a deathly aura surrounded him.
Situ Jin inhaled a breath of cold air.
The surrounding Enforcement Leaders also turned pale with fright.
Just then, the grey-clothed Cultivator, who resembled a corpse, took a step forward and was instantly before Situ Jin, throwing a punch at his chest.
Situ Jin gathered all his strength and used palm-energy to catch the punch.
The spiritual power of the Foundation Establishment Stage oscillated, pulverizing the surrounding grass, trees, and rocks into dust.
Situ Jin was no match for the grey-clothed Cultivator, and the punch sent him staggering seven or eight steps backwards, until he finally had to half-kneel on the ground, spitting fresh blood.
Just as the grey-clothed Cultivator wanted to press forward and pursue his victory, a Fireball Technique suddenly appeared and struck the back of his head.
The spiritual power exploded, making him stagger.
The power was not great, but the humiliation was profound.
The grey-clothed Cultivator slowly turned his head, his dead white gaze directed at the building above.
Upstairs, Mo Hua made a mocking face at him.
This face almost blew up the grey-clothed Cultivator, who had become like a corpse.
In that instant, the grey-clothed Cultivator had only one thought.
He must kill this brat, no matter what!
He left Situ Jin behind and strode towards Mo Hua.
Situ Fang was shocked and tried to block him, but the grey-clothed Cultivator knocked her flying with a punch.
The other few Qi Refining Enforcers were also no match for him.
The grey-clothed Cultivator arrived in front of Mo Hua.
Mo Hua stood on the second floor, looking down at him from above.
The grey-clothed Cultivator, with a face as dark as iron, emitted a strange roar and then leaped up to the second floor.
Bai Zisheng’s gaze turned cold, and he stepped forward to meet him. His hands crossed and clenched together, and a silver-white spear appeared. His body moved like the wind, while the spear struck like a dragon, with a brilliant golden glow. He attacked the corpse-like grey-clothed Cultivator.
The skin of the grey-clothed Cultivator was dark green and his veins bulged, nearly impenetrable as an Iron Corpse. He countered Bai Zisheng’s spear with just his body.
Bai Zisheng’s spear could not penetrate his skin or flesh, and could not harm him.
Despite his fierce momentum, he was still at a disadvantage.
After all, no matter how gifted he was, he was still only at the Qi Refinement level.
At that moment, Bai Zixi’s eyes, clear as crystal, sparkled, and her fingertips condensed a sword pattern, blazing with snow-white flames.
Her fair and slender hand pointed out, releasing several beams of sword light, each with a biting chill, breaking through the grey-clothed Cultivator’s body. The snow-white flames also scorched his wounds.
The grey-clothed Cultivator, in pain, let out an inhuman, bizarre howl.
But that was all.
The flesh torn by the golden light slowly healed.
The snow-white flames gradually died out, leaving only a few charred scars.
The grey-clothed Cultivator’s expression turned fierce again, but he couldn’t help but feel a surge of fear in his heart.
What were these two young Cultivators capable of?
He had taken a Corpse Blood Pill, his cultivation greatly increased, making his body as tough as an Iron Corpse and impervious to blades or spears.
Yet, they were still within the Qi-refining Realm and could fight him alone.
And they could break through his body with a spell?
The grey-clothed Cultivator’s heart chilled.
He couldn’t allow the battle to drag on, because once the power of the Corpse Blood Pill was exhausted, and he suffered from its backlash, he would be in trouble.
Kill that brat to vent his anger, and then withdraw immediately!
The grey-clothed Cultivator’s mind was made up. He glanced around, and on that corpse-like, ferocious face, a sudden blankness appeared…
Where was that brat?
How did he vanish?
Where had he gone?
Had he turned invisible?
The grey-clothed Cultivator’s dead white eyes widened; he couldn’t see anyone.
He released his Divine Sense but detected no trace…
A surge of anger swelled in the grey-clothed Cultivator’s chest.
That brat…
He had seen through his Escape Technique, been ambushed by him, humiliated by him, even mocked by his taunting face, and now, he couldn’t even see a trace of him…
Not being able to see him, how was he supposed to kill him?
It was like punching into cotton.
And he hadn’t even managed to hit the cotton.
As time went by, the power of the pill was close to running out.
The grey-clothed Cultivator, filled with rage yet nowhere to vent it, shook all over with fury. Gritting his teeth and with a hoarse voice, he roared to the sky:
“Come out!”
“You come out right now!!”
This impotent fury was filled with frustration.