“Boom...”
When Lu Ming rushed up, he happened to see the Wuhua Palace Ancestor pierce the Blood Fiend Tower Ancestor's primordial spirit with a black needle glowing with a ghostly light.
The Blood Fiend Tower Ancestor shrieked and was sent flying.
Looking at the others, the Demon Emperor, Fu Yunshen, and their group, along with the Xiaoyao Sect Ancestor and General Tiger, were locked in a fierce battle with the Haoran Sect Ancestor and his allies.
Lu Ming's pupils contracted. This was a massive free-for-all among Unity stage cultivators!
Just then, he saw that the Wuhua Palace Ancestor was already preparing to deal a killing blow to the heavily injured Blood Fiend Tower Ancestor.
Remembering that the Blood Fiend Tower had treated Huang Tianbao quite well, Lu Ming manifested his primordial spirit, grabbed his small leather whip, and charged forward.
At this moment, the Wuhua Palace Ancestor also noticed Lu Ming.
Seeing Lu Ming with three heads and six arms, and his primordial spirit wearing a tri-colored hat, the Wuhua Palace Ancestor was stunned.
A primordial spirit can look like this?
This has got to be some kind of monster primordial spirit!
Seeing that it was only a Soul Transformation stage primordial spirit, he didn't pay it much mind.
He even watched as Lu Ming's primordial spirit charged toward him.
A smirk played on the corner of his lips.
Idiot, you really don't know the difference between the Soul Transformation and Unity stages, do you?
A Soul Transformation primordial spirit was just a primordial spirit, whereas Unity stage cultivators had completely fused their primordial spirits with their physical bodies, achieving a trinity of soul, magic power, and physical form.
Even if I stand here and don't move, what can you possibly do to me?
Crack!
Just as the Wuhua Palace Ancestor was waiting to watch Lu Ming make a fool of himself, the whip in the hand of Lu Ming's primordial spirit lashed down heavily upon him.
“Ahhh!”
The Wuhua Palace Ancestor shrieked. He felt a strange, overbearing force pierce straight through his primordial spirit along the tip of the whip.
It wasn't the excruciating pain of tearing flesh, but rather a direct torment to his primordial spirit.
The calm and composed expression he had just worn twisted in agony, causing the heavy powder on his face to crack and flake off.
“Your whip... what on earth is that thing?!”
Shocked and enraged, the Wuhua Palace Ancestor stared at the small leather whip in Lu Ming's hand.
Then, his eyes flickered. Is this fucking lightning power specifically targeting the primordial spirit?
“How do you have such a thing?”
Lu Ming hadn't expected the other party to just stand there and take the hit.
Hearing the question, he looked down at the small black leather whip in his hand.
“I just picked it up on the side of the road...”
Lu Ming sighed inwardly. Unity stage cultivators were indeed terrifyingly strong. This whip could easily shatter the primordial spirit of a Soul Transformation cultivator, yet against a Unity stage cultivator, it could only wound them.
The Wuhua Palace Ancestor's eyelids twitched. Do you think I'd fucking believe that?
He felt the injury to his primordial spirit.
A cold light flashed in the depths of the Wuhua Palace Ancestor's eyes, and any trace of his previous contempt vanished completely.
He knew that the small leather whip in the hand of Lu Ming's primordial spirit was the bane of his primordial spirit.
Even though Lu Ming couldn't kill him due to his formidable Unity stage cultivation, he didn't dare to get hit by that small leather whip again.
If he took a few more lashes of this fucking thing, his primordial spirit would surely be ruined.
“Ignorant little brat, do you really think Unity stage cultivators are that easy to deal with?”
His voice was soft and effeminate, yet bone-chillingly cold.
Before his voice even faded, the Wuhua Palace Ancestor flicked his right hand, sending a slender needle flying out.
Seeing the needle shooting toward him, Lu Ming didn't waste words and prepared to dodge.
Huh?
Lu Ming's eyes suddenly widened. He realized he couldn't move.
He discovered that the space around him had actually been locked down.
Clang...
Pfft...
A white spear flew over at extreme speed from the distance.
Although it managed to deflect the long needle slightly, causing it to veer off course, it still grazed the shoulder of Lu Ming's primordial spirit, which was wearing a small black hat.
Lu Ming only felt a wave of excruciating pain.
He was sent flying backward.
Just then, Fu Yunshen stepped in front of Lu Ming to shield him.
“Great Sect Master, are you alright?” Fu Yunshen asked with concern.
Lu Ming stabilized his figure and shook his head. “I'm fine!”
When the Wuhua Palace Ancestor saw Fu Yunshen, his expression shifted. He felt that things were not looking good!
He glanced toward the distant battlefield and indeed saw that the Haoran Sect Ancestor and the others had fallen into a disadvantage.
A bunch of useless trash! General Dog was just killed by the Demon Emperor and his group.
He had told those old fogeys from the Haoran Sect to keep their opponents busy while he found an opportunity to kill the Blood Fiend Tower Ancestor.
After all, when they first attacked the Blood Fiend Tower, the Demon Emperor and his group hadn't arrived yet.
The Blood Fiend Tower Ancestor had been injured fighting a three-on-one battle.
Yet, just as his side had gained the upper hand, those useless trash couldn't hold on any longer.
If they had only bought him a little more time, he could have killed this ignorant brat and then finished off the Blood Fiend Tower Ancestor.
Sigh... there's no point in overthinking it.
I'd better run.
While Fu Yunshen was still worrying about Lu Ming, the Wuhua Palace Ancestor turned and fled.
Seeing the Wuhua Palace Ancestor run away, the Haoran Sect Ancestor and the others who were still fighting the Demon Emperor and his allies swore in unison, “Motherfucker, what a shameless bastard!”
They also fled right after him.
After all, the tide of battle had turned. If they kept fighting, they might end up losing their old lives here...
After fleeing a long distance, the Wuhua Palace Ancestor saw that no one was pursuing him and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It was good that no one was chasing him. But when he thought of the losses they had suffered this time, his heart bled.
It was all Ye Fan's fault for coming up with such a terrible idea.
Not only did they fail to take down the Blood Fiend Tower, but they also suffered devastating losses...
Boom...
Just as the Wuhua Palace Ancestor was preparing to return to Wuhua Palace, a terrifying pressure bore down directly on him. His entire body stiffened, and he was rendered completely immobile.
The Wuhua Palace Ancestor's face instantly paled.
“Senior... spare my life...”
To possess such a terrifying pressure, it had to be a Mahayana powerhouse.
But the question was, how could there be a Mahayana stage powerhouse in their Northern Province?
Not to mention the Northern Province, there weren't even any in the Eastern Province or the Southern Frontier!
Cold sweat dropped down his face, carving tracks through the thick powder, but the Wuhua Palace Ancestor was completely oblivious to it.
He now only hoped that this Mahayana powerhouse was just passing by.
Just then, he saw a black-clothed man with a cold expression, cradling a long sword in his arms.
“Senior, spare my life...” the Wuhua Palace Ancestor cried out once more.
The black-clothed man didn't say a single word. A sword light slashed across the sky.
The Wuhua Palace Ancestor only saw a flash before his eyes, and then his body and primordial spirit were both sliced in half.
Even in death, the Wuhua Palace Ancestor was thinking: Big shot, at least say something! Let me know how I offended you!
“Hmph... did you really think anyone could bully a disciple of our Qingshan Sect?”
Hanyan snorted coldly and muttered to himself. Then, he raised his hand and threw out a ball of fire.
Moments later, the Wuhua Palace Ancestor turned into ashes, scattering in the wind.
Immediately after, Hanyan's figure flickered and vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already back at the Qingshan Sect.
“Resolved?” the Grand Elder asked with his eyes closed.
“Yes,” Hanyan replied.
Just then, Huo Furong walked over, her hair looking like a messy bird's nest.
“Boss, did Huang Tianbao's method of suppressing his identity break again?”
The Grand Elder opened his eyes and sighed helplessly.
“His cultivation has increased, so naturally, he can't suppress it anymore!”
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