Zhang Shaozhong and the evil cultivator were locked in a fierce battle, with Zhang Shaozhong growing stronger with each fight. His chaotic energy circulated more and more smoothly during the battle, and his control over his power became increasingly refined. He even began to subtly suppress his opponent!
The evil cultivator was both shocked and furious. He hadn’t expected this seemingly inexperienced young man to be so troublesome. The domineering power made him feel helpless, and many of the ghost faces on the skull banner were even smashed apart!
"Boy, you're asking for death!" The evil cultivator roared, enduring a blow from Zhang Shaozhong's elbow, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and frantically activating the skull banner, preparing to unleash his ultimate evil technique!
However, at this crucial moment—
"waste!"
A cold, hoarse snort, as if from the deepest hell, exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap!
A massive, cold, and decaying aura, filled with the scent of decay and death, descended upon this small back alley like an invisible mountain!
The air instantly became viscous, the temperature plummeted, and even fine black ice crystals began to condense on the walls!
Everyone present, including the thugs who were lying on the ground groaning, and Su Wanqing who was being secretly protected by Ling Qingxue, felt as if their hearts were being gripped by a cold hand, making it difficult to breathe, and their blood was about to freeze!
Zhang Shaozhong was the first to be hit!
The terrifying pressure slammed into his soul and body like a heavy hammer!
He groaned, and the chaotic energy surging within his body seemed to freeze, its circulation instantly becoming extremely sluggish!
He staggered back several steps, his face turning pale instantly, and a trickle of blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth!
A mere cold snort and a wave of oppressive force were enough to inflict internal injuries on him!
He struggled to lift his head and looked towards the alley entrance.
An old man, dressed in a tattered black robe, with a emaciated, skeletal frame and a face covered in strange tattoos, appeared there at some unknown time.
He held a staff made of human bone in his hand, with a skull emitting black smoke embedded at the top. Its sunken eyes were emitting a faint green light, staring intently at Zhang Shaozhong like a venomous snake!
Master Basong! He has personally arrived!
His aura was far stronger than that of the disciple!
If that disciple was a stream, then Basong was a bottomless, icy pool!
According to the rough classification in the cultivation world, Basong probably already possesses the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment stage!
Although he may only be in the early stage of Foundation Establishment and his foundation is weak, and he was forcibly improved by evil methods, he can easily crush Zhang Shaozhong, who only relies on the high nature of chaotic energy and a fierce spirit to support him!
"Master...Master!" The heretical disciple scrambled to Basong's side as if he had seen a savior, pointing at Zhang Shaozhong, "It's him! He broke your Soul-Binding Silk and injured me!"
Basong's emerald green eyes swept over Zhang Shaozhong, a hint of surprise and greed flashing in them: "Chaotic Qi? Such a rare physique! Hehehe... This is truly heaven's help! If I can devour your source, I will surely recover from my injuries completely, and perhaps even advance further!"
He didn't give Zhang Shaozhong any chance to catch his breath, slamming the bone cane down!
"Buzz—!"
A condensed, almost tangible black aura, like a cannonball fired from a gun, accompanied by a mournful howl, shot towards Zhang Shaozhong in an instant! Its speed far exceeded that of the disciple's previous attack!
Zhang Shaozhong's pupils contracted sharply; the intense sense of impending death made his hair stand on end!
He desperately channeled the stagnant chaotic energy within his body, thrusting his palms forward in an attempt to block!
"boom!!"
The black, malevolent energy slammed into his palms!
"puff--!"
Zhang Shaozhong felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck!
A sharp, piercing pain shot through my arms, accompanied by a clear cracking sound!
He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall of the alley before sliding down!
"Ugh!" He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which even contained fragments of internal organs!
His chest was dented, and several of his ribs were clearly broken!
The excruciating pain overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, his vision blurred, and the chaotic energy became extremely scattered, almost impossible to condense!
That's incredible! They're not even in the same league!
He couldn't even withstand a casual blow from his opponent!
"Boy!" Ye Meier, watching from the rooftop, was furious and ready to rush down without hesitation!
"Don't be impatient."
Ling Qingxue's cool voice rang in her ear, carrying a hint of imperceptible solemnity, "This fiend's cultivation has reached the Foundation Establishment stage, which is no small matter. If you act rashly, it may cause even greater changes. Let's see how Shao Chong deals with it; this is a tribulation he must go through."
Although Ling Qingxue felt sorry for Zhang Shaozhong, she knew even better that the path of cultivation was full of thorns, and some obstacles had to be overcome by oneself!
If Zhang Shaozhong can overcome this crushing defeat, it will be of great benefit to his willpower and future growth!
Of course, she was also secretly accumulating strength, ready to make a move when Zhang Shaozhong's life was truly in danger.
Basong looked at Zhang Shaozhong, who was lying on the ground coughing up blood and in a sorry state, his eyes filled with a cat-and-mouse-like mockery and cruelty: "Is that all you've got? You dare to ruin my plans? You really don't know your place!"
He walked step by step toward Zhang Shaozhong, raised his bone staff, and pointed it at his head. Black energy gathered in the skull's eyes, clearly indicating that he was about to kill him!
"Your primordial chaos origins now belong to me! Hehehe..."
The shadow of death is clearer than ever before!
Zhang Shaozhong lay on the ground, his whole body aching, his consciousness somewhat blurred. He could feel Basong's undisguised killing intent and the terrifying energy condensed on the bone staff!
Am I going to die?
No! I absolutely cannot die here!
His parents are still waiting for him to come home! The courtyard house was just bought!
We haven't found the way home with the fairy and the eldest sister yet!
He still has so many things to do!
An intense, overwhelming will to survive and a sense of defiance erupted from the depths of his heart like a volcano!
The originally scattered chaotic energy, under the forceful impetus of this will, actually began to condense again with difficulty!
He stared intently at Basong, who was closing in step by step. There was no fear in his eyes, only a crazy obsession and a hint of ruthlessness that was willing to die with the enemy!
Even if I die, I'll knock out a few of your teeth!
He secretly compressed all the remaining chaotic energy into his dantian, ignoring the excruciating pain of his torn meridians!
He would use his last strength to detonate the chaotic energy! Even if they couldn't perish together, he would severely injure this old monster!
At this critical moment—
That's enough.
A clear and calm voice, yet seemingly containing supreme majesty, suddenly rang out like celestial music from the heavens!
Immediately afterwards, a pure, holy white beam of light, seemingly capable of purifying all the filth in the world, crashed down from the night sky like divine punishment, striking Basong, who was about to deliver the killing blow, with perfect accuracy!
Ling Qingxue has finally made her move!
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