"Let's give it our all!"
Xiao Chen bit his tongue hard, using the intense pain to regain his last bit of consciousness, and frantically poured his spiritual power into the rusty iron spear! The rust on the spear trembled violently, and a dark red line lit up—he had opened the first seal on the spear, but only a tiny crack!
"Buzz—!"
A ferocious aura far surpassing that of a Nascent Soul cultivator erupted from the gun, and the dark light at the tip of the gun became almost tangible, carrying a sharp edge that could tear everything apart!
"Hmm?" The leading Xuan Tian Sect elder (Xuan Ming) frowned slightly, looking at the gun in Xiao Chen's hand, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes, "A struggle before death?" In his opinion, even if a Nascent Soul cultivator had an outburst, it would be impossible to harm a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Without wasting words, Xiao Chen transformed into a streak of blood, ignoring Zhao Hao's sneak attack, and charged straight at Xuan Ming!
"Wildfire Spear Manual - Burning the Heavens!"
This spear thrust condensed all the power he had gained after breaking a seal, and the spear intent even contained a roar of the spear spirit. The speed was so fast that Xuanming's pupils shrank!
"You ungrateful wretch!" Xuanming sneered, gathering a powerful spiritual force in his right palm, carrying the pressure of a Nascent Soul Realm expert, and slamming it towards the spear tip—he wanted to shatter Xiao Chen's spear with one palm and cripple his cultivation!
"Pfft!"
The moment the spear tip collided with the palm wind, the contempt on Xuanming's face froze.
That seemingly ordinary rusty iron spear pierced his palm as easily as cutting tofu, the spear tip grazing his wrist and drawing a trail of blood! A deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on his wrist, and his spiritual energy instantly became chaotic!
"You..." Xuanming was both shocked and furious. He had actually been injured by someone in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm?!
"Again!" Xiao Chen pressed his advantage, changing his spear technique once more, aiming straight for Xuanming's heart!
"Don't even think about it!" Upon seeing this, another Nascent Soul elder (Xuan Yang) roared and attacked Xiao Chen's back with both palms. "Senior Brother Xuanming, let's attack together!"
Xuanming snapped out of his daze, his eyes blazing with killing intent. He no longer held back, striking Xiao Chen's face with his left palm and grabbing the gun with his right. Together with Xuan Yang's attack, they sealed off all of Xiao Chen's escape routes!
"Bang!"
Xiao Chen was caught in the crossfire of two Nascent Soul Realm powers. As if struck by a heavy blow, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly weakened.
"Senior brother!" Qing Shu's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to rush over, but he was held back by the Nascent Soul cultivator.
Xuanming, clutching his bleeding wrist, looked at Xiao Chen struggling to his feet, his eyes no longer showing contempt, but filled with icy killing intent: "You should be proud that you could hurt me. Unfortunately, you must die today!"
Xiao Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at Xuan Ming and Xuan Yang, his eyes filled with even stronger fighting spirit, not fear.
His spiritual energy was mostly depleted, and his injuries worsened, but after breaking a sliver of the seal, his control over the gun became clearer—moreover, he could feel that his realm was more stable than before, and his endurance was also stronger.
"Since one not is not enough... let's open it a little wider!"
Xiao Chen let out a low roar and once again channeled his spiritual power into the rusty iron spear!
"Snap!"
The dark red patterns on the gun barrel brightened even more, and one-third of the seal was completely broken! A ferocious aura several times stronger than before soared into the sky, and the dark light at the tip of the gun almost solidified, even distorting and tearing the surrounding air with the gun's intent!
"What... what kind of aura is this?" Xuanming and Xuanyang's expressions changed drastically, and a strong sense of crisis rose in their hearts at the same time - that aura was even more terrifying than that of an ordinary mid-stage Fusion Realm cultivator!
Zhao Hao and the other Nascent Soul cultivators were forced to retreat repeatedly by this aura, their faces pale, as if they were facing an awakened ancient ferocious beast!
"Now!"
Xiao Chen didn't give them time to react. He sprang up again, this time targeting the lone Xuan Ming (Xuan Yang had distanced himself from Xuan Ming earlier to join the attack)!
"The Wildfire Spear Manual - The Spear Strikes Like a Dragon!"
This shot had no fancy variations, only the purest speed and power. The spear tip seemed to transform into a real black dragon, carrying a ferocious nature that devoured everything, and rushed straight at Xuanming!
Alarm bells rang in Xuanming's mind. He wanted to retreat, but found himself locked in place by an invisible spear intent, unable to move at all! He could only burn his essence blood and urge all his spiritual power to condense a thick spiritual power shield in front of him!
"Break!" Xiao Chen roared.
"boom--!"
The spear tip collided with the spiritual energy shield, producing a deafening roar! The spiritual energy shield shattered like paper, and the spear tip, unstoppable, pierced through Xuanming's chest!
Xuanming looked down at the spear tip in front of his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief. His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word. His body went limp and he fell down, his life completely extinguished.
silence.
A deathly silence.
Everyone stared in disbelief at Xiao Chen, at the blood-stained rusty iron spear, and at Xuan Ming lying on the ground—a Nascent Soul Realm elder, killed in a single move?!
Zhao Hao's legs went weak with fear, and he almost collapsed to the ground. His eyes were filled with extreme terror as he looked at Xiao Chen—was this even human? An early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, instantly killing a Body Integration cultivator?!
Qing Shu was stunned, and the scroll in his hand almost fell to the ground. He knew that his senior brother was strong, but he did not expect him to be this strong!
Xiao Chen leaned on his gun, panting heavily. His face was ashen, his spiritual energy almost completely depleted, and his wounds reopened, staining half his body with blood. But his eyes shone with an astonishing light, like a flame reborn after ashes have been burned away.
He looked at the remaining Xuan Yang and the trembling enemies, a cold smile curving his lips.
Want to kill him?
We'll have to ask him with the gun in his hand whether he agrees or not!
The wind in the wilderness, carrying the stench of blood and the ferocity of gunfire, blew against Xiao Chen's blood-stained robes and also tipped the scales of the battle.
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