Immortal Soaring Blade

When the Third Elder saw that the Ninth Elder’s nascent soul couldn’t even escape, he became anxious. He didn’t have time to think about anything else—he didn’t even care about his two disciples. After all, nothing was more important than his own life.

The human heart was like this. They could only share riches but not suffer together. In the face of one’s life, nothing else mattered. The lives of friends and family would become unimportant. It was precisely because of this that cultivators who lost their humanity and lacked determination would become evil cultivators.

At this moment, the Third Elder only had one thought: to escape this place and reach the bottom of the mountain. He had already sent for help, and as long as he persisted, help should arrive. The death of the Ninth Elder made him stop looking at these youngers with contempt, and he also felt fear swell in his heart.

However, no matter what he did, Song Rujing was as stable as Mount Tai. Perhaps it was because Ling Bo Re had finished her opponent that Song Rujing began to work harder. Her offensive became even more fierce, and the Third Elder felt extremely bitter. Only now did he understand that this little girl had not used her full power.

When she saw Ling Bo Re calmly looking at her, Song Rujing let out a stubborn snort. She sped up the pace of her attack, and bright light and thunderous booms echoed through the canyon.

However, Zhao Jiuge felt a bit helpless. They were previously in a deadlock, but once Li Hechao and Messenger Liao became desperate, he was pushed back.

The golden light around his body was getting more and more dim. If not for the Sanskrit Divine Body, he could not have lasted long against the two evil cultivators who had the same cultivation as him. One, Zhao Jiuge lacked experience with these situations, and two, evil cultivators’ attacks were difficult to deal with.

Seeing Lin Bo Re and Song Yuansheng calmly watching him, Zhao Jiuge didn’t want to lose face before the woman he admired. He no longer worried about consumption of spirit force and immediately summoned the four golden dragons.

Dragon roars echoed and golden light shined. The dragon roars were heart-pounding, and Zhao Jiuge pointed forward. The four golden dragons flew toward Li Hechao and Messenger Liao.

His hands didn’t stop; he immediately released the Star River. He directly used his two biggest aces and the grade-8 spirit core inside his body continued to release spirit force. Almost half the spirit force inside his body was consumed instantly!

The four golden dragons charged ahead and the Star River followed. The momentum of these two attacks were too shocking. How could mere direct disciples of the small Blood Fiend Pavilion compare?

Li Hechao and Messenger Liao were startled, but they soon reacted due to the overbearing pressure. Messenger Liao’s eyes were filled with madness and were completely bloodshot. There was also a trace of despair in his madness.

Beside him, Li Hechao’s eyes lit up. He looked at the incoming attack and then at his junior brother.

The golden dragons were more life-like after being nourished by the spirit core. Their scales had become very clear. This was Zhao Jiuge’s most powerful attack, and he was very confident in this. Among the four people here, he had the lowest cultivation, but his own self-esteem wouldn’t allow them to look down upon him. This was why he was desperately trying to prove himself, even if it meant using up all his spirit force!

“Senior Brother, let us both use our spirit cores and go all out!” Messenger Liao’s voice was hoarse. A spirit core was very important to a cultivator, but at this moment of crisis, he didn’t care anymore. Deviating from the proper path and becoming an evil cultivator meant that he was more impulsive.

“Okay.” Li Hechao answered without hesitation and secretly glanced at Messenger Liao.

A blood-colored spirit core came out of Messenger Liao’s mouth. It gave off a blood-colored glow and was somewhat harsh to look at.

This was a grade-6 spirit core that was already rare and it was the same of a thumb nail. After he released his spirit force it flew before him and Li Hechaos to block the incoming golden dragons.

The four golden dragons rushed toward this powerful spirit core. However, the next moment, Messenger Liao’s pupils shrank because his senior brother didn’t release his spirit core like they had planned. Instead, his brother had used the moment when he released his spirit core to rush toward the tunnel, leaving to the bottom of the mountain.

At this moment, Messenger Liao felt countless emotions. He didn’t think the senior brother he had cultivated with for so long would use him as a shield to escape. How could he block these two powerful attacks himself?

When the four golden dragons’ light collided with his own spirit core, Messenger Liao felt despair. He felt that not even his own spirit core could save him now.

“Li Hechao, you’ve abandoned me…”

Messenger Liao’s roar echoed through the entire canyon. His voice was filled with sorrow and sadness. Being betrayed by his own senior brother, he was naturally sad, not to mention he could see his own end. He thought about how good his life was only to fall like this, and he couldn’t help but reveal a bleak smile.

However, when he saw that his spirit core couldn’t resist much longer, Messenger Liao began to laugh, and madness filled his eyes.

A crisp sound echoed. The thumb-sized blood-colored spirit core had cracked on its own. In desperation, Messenger Liao chose to self-destruct his own spirit core.

The blood-colored light immediately scattered and a powerful shockwave followed. The self-destruction of a spirit core of someone at the mid stage of the Spirit Core Realm can’t be underestimated. The four golden dragons immediately dimmed but behind them were the countless rays of sword energy that formed Star River. The Star River quickly surrounded the explosion and shot toward Messenger Liao’s body.

In an instant, his spirit core was destroyed by the rays of sword energy. He couldn’t be more dead.

Seeing Messenger Liao die like this, Zhao Jiuge couldn’t help but sigh. Although he was an evil cultivator, he was a true man to go out like this rather than the cunning Li Hechao.

He only had about 20 or 30 percent of his spirit force left. Thinking about how he still had to  head into the unknown tunnel below, Zhao Jiuge didn’t immediately chase after Li Hechao. He took out a jade bottle, poured out two remaining Little Huan Pills, and swallowed one.

He didn’t have much of an advantage in his battle against Li Hechao and Messenger Liao, He had completely relied on his Sanskrit Divine body to last for so long. Fortunately, he had only suffered light injuries.

He had to quickly restore his spirit force, as he felt uncomfortable without any spirit force. After swallowing the purple Little Yuan Pill, Zhao Jiuge couldn’t help but miss Bai Qingqing. Back then, she had given him three of these pills. He wondered what she was doing, causing the joy he felt from killing Messenger Liao to fade.

Li Hechao saw the entrance and couldn’t help but become excited. He had finally escaped from the tiger’s jaw. As long as he could enter the tunnel, he would be able to live. Thinking about this, Li Hechao couldn’t help but smile.

A soft sound echoed and Li Hechao’s face became stiff, his smile frozen. A heart-rending pain spread through his body, but he didn’t have the strength to shout anymore.

He lowered his head and saw his own abdomen, which had become a blood mess. There was a fist-sized hole through his abdomen. It turned out that a ray of sword energy had already pierced through him, but he hadn’t realized it. He was still feeling proud that he had escaped this calamity.

Li Hechao’s eyes gradually lost their luster as if his body knew he was dying. However, he used the last bit of his strength to turn around. He wanted to see who had killed him.

Just when he was going to turn around, his vision turned black and he lost consciousness. He fell onto the ground and kicked up some dust. Li Hechao had died.

In the sky.

Song Yuansheng had a dark-red wooden sword in his hand and his expression was stern. He watched Li Hechao fall to the ground and coldly said, “Not only did he become an evil cultivator, he was even treacherous enough to harm his own junior brother. He deserves death!”

Then Song Yuansheng let out a sigh. The world was simply the strong devouring the weak. Every day, countless people lost their lives in order to enhance their strength. Human nature lost its luster before the lure of treasures.

More than 30 disciples of the Blood Fiend Pavilion had died, leaving only the Third Elder, who was still struggling. Song Yuansheng, Zhao Jiuge, and Ling Bo Re formed a triangle around the two people that were still fighting.

Song Yuansheng was still carefully observing, while Zhao Jiuge and Ling Bo Re were recovering with the help of the pill.

It has to be said that the Third Elder was relatively strong. Even when facing off against the powerful Void Suspension Monastery, he was still able to hold his own. Although he was at a disadvantage, he wasn’t going to lose right away.

With the help of the pill, Zhao Jiuge’s spirit force was slowly recovering. He frowned deeply and immediately shouted, “Everyone, work together to deal with this old fellow. Any delay might cause more problems. Remember to capture him alive so we can find out their purpose for coming here.”

Zhao Jiuge had been hunting in the mountains since he was young, so he was naturally cautious. When facing prey, he could patiently wait a day or quickly capture them. Now the only thing they were afraid of was an accident. While they had the advantage, they should quickly capture the Third Elder and learn the truth of this matter.

Everyone heard Zhao Jiuge’s voice, and Song Yuansheng and Ling Bo Re nodded in agreement. Song Rujing was not happy, but she didn’t say anything. She continued to attack while muttering to herself.

The Third Elder continued to curse and glare at Zhao Jiuge.