Chapter 126 - Chapter 126: Chapter 124: One vs. Three · Butterfly Wing Blade_2
Chapter 126: Chapter 124: One vs. Three · Butterfly Wing Blade_2
The demon cultivator’s heart trembled greatly as he recognized: “Bukong Sect, Trap Treasure Art!”
The fine needle, caught in the handkerchief, entered the final phase of its frantic struggle. Sun Lingtong was about to succeed when Han Ming lunged forward.
“Let go!” Han Ming moved stiffly but with astonishing speed. Her fingers spread wide, reaching for Sun Lingtong.
Her fingernails were exceptionally sharp, black and purple in color, cutting through the air with ten lines of sharp light. A pungent, sweet scent assaulted the nose.
Sun Lingtong’s hair stood on end. She hurriedly released her grip, abandoning the fine needle and the handkerchief and leaping back.
The fine needle and handkerchief fell to the ground.
Han Ming was inherently ruthless. Back then, she had sought revenge against Sun Lie. Sun Lingtong had wronged her before, so Han Ming harbored a deep hatred for the Bukong Sect disciple, each move aimed at Sun Lingtong’s vital points.
Sun Lingtong retreated continuously, not daring to confront her head-on.
Han Ming, relying on her natural talent, had also practiced the Immortal Zombie Transformation Technique, thus also engaging in body cultivation.
Sun Lingtong practiced the Bukong Sect’s techniques and had established a solid foundation, focusing primarily on the Divine Sea. Her Middle Dantian Qi Sea and Lower Dantian Essence Sea could not compare to her Upper Dantian.
Han Ming continued to press forward, fully utilizing the power of her zombie body, displaying relentless cruelty.
Sun Lingtong dodged left and right, her movements exceptionally agile. Though her treasures were far inferior to Han Ming’s, she managed to hold her ground.
The two black-robed demon cultivators of the Soul Devouring Sect, who were watching, gradually discerned the situation.
“Sun Lingtong has abundant battle experience!”
“Han Ming has a significant advantage, but she lacks skill in martial arts. Despite her superiority, she cannot establish dominance in a short time.”
“Help her!”
The two communicated through sound transmission, reaching a consensus.
The hook-nosed cultivator activated the Yin Wind Constricting Formation, causing the dark wind walls to compress inward.
The triangular-eyed cultivator retrieved the fine needle magic artifact and took Sun Lingtong’s handkerchief magic artifact before reactivating his divine sense.
The fine needle flew out, changing direction to cooperate with Han Ming, thrusting towards Sun Lingtong.
Sun Lingtong, besieged by the three, was overwhelmed, first being struck several times by the fine needle, nearly collapsing her protective spell. She was then scratched by Han Ming’s nails and, after being poisoned, hurriedly swallowed elixir pills.
Finally, as the dark wind walls compressed, Sun Lingtong successfully cast a spell.
Teleportation Art.
He took several large steps back, causing spatial ripples to form, enveloping him from behind.
As he retreated, he vanished into thin air.
The next moment, he appeared behind Han Ming and the others, standing at the other end of the Yin Wind Constricting Formation, managing to put some distance between them.
Sun Lingtong’s expression turned exceedingly grave.
Han Ming turned around, sneered, “Sun Lingtong, since we already know you’re from Bukong Sect, how could we not guard against the Teleportation Art?”
For the first time, Sun Lingtong’s childlike face twisted into a hideous expression, “Fine, fine, fine. Since you’re forcing me this far, even if I lose my life, I’ll drag you all down with me!”
Han Ming: “Delusional!”
She channeled her mana, forming seals with her hands, and spat out a stream of ghostfire in a ghostly green color.
Sun Lingtong shouted and took out a gourd from his chest, spouting a jet of cold water from its mouth.
The ghostfire and cold water collided, creating an enveloping mist.
Sun Lingtong’s eyes glowed with spiritual light, easily piercing through the fog. Ignoring Han Ming, he rushed towards the hook-nosed cultivator.
The hook-nosed cultivator was the one managing the array. To kill him was to potentially break this spell and escape the predicament.
But the three Soul Devouring Sect disciples were already prepared for this. The hook-nosed cultivator retreated and vanished into the dark wind.
The triangular-eyed cultivator and Han Ming immediately chased after him, engaging Sun Lingtong in a chaotic fight.
Sun Lingtong abandoned his previous evasive combat style, sparing no mana, spiritual vigor, frequently casting spells, and throwing various magic artifacts.
For a moment, the fight was evenly matched.
“This Sun Lingtong sure has a lot of junk!” commented the hook-nosed cultivator after destroying a flying dart magic artifact while controlling the array.
“Bukong Sect people don’t have clean hands. Sun Lingtong has been accumulating in the black market for so many years. These magic artifacts must all be stolen,” said the triangular-eyed cultivator.
Han Ming, displeased, said, “Kill Sun Lingtong quickly! Once the fight is over, you’ll have plenty of time to chat!”
The hook-nosed cultivator snorted coldly, “Han Ming, what is this attitude? We saved you.”
The triangular-eyed cultivator added, “Without us, you’d still be chained up. This is your enemy. We’ve helped you this much, it’s enough.”
The hook-nosed and triangular-eyed cultivators began to hold back.
As Sun Lingtong fought hard, the two black-robed demon cultivators began to feel somewhat wary.
They preferred to let Han Ming lead, weakening Sun Lingtong. If they could provoke one or two ultimate moves aimed at Han Ming, wouldn’t the black-robed duo be even safer?
Demon cultivators excelled at solo combat and preferred it.
The hallmark of demonic techniques was that they could use fellow cultivators as cultivation resources. For this reason, demon sect disciples often had strong motives to turn against each other.
Just after the three Soul Devouring Sect members joined forces to besiege Sun Lingtong, internal strife broke out.
The pressure suddenly dropped!
The sensation was very pronounced for Sun Lingtong, giving him a chance to catch his breath.
A glint flashed in his eyes, and he switched his combat tactics back to focusing on evasion. Occasionally, he would cast a spell or unleash a magic artifact, striking at Han Ming or the dark wind wall.
Constant defense inevitably leads to failure.
Han Ming spat ghostfire, chilling Sun Lingtong to the core, his black hair turning to white ashes.
Her nails were exceptionally sharp, imbued with corpse poison. Sun Lingtong’s body bore numerous wounds, the flesh around them rotting and emitting a foul stench.
Han Ming’s Soul Capturing Shuttle was what Sun Lingtong feared most. He’d rather endure other magic artifacts than let the Soul Capturing Shuttle come close.
“Hehehe, hahahaha!”
“Sun Lingtong, did you ever think of today when you framed me back then?”
“I will capture and kill you, extract your soul, and let you taste the soul torment of our Soul Devouring Sect.”
Han Ming’s eyes were bloodshot, relishing the ecstasy of revenge, basking in a near-mad excitement.
Sun Lingtong found himself cornered.
“Die!” Han Ming screamed, her mana surging to the limit. The ghostfire blazed, forming a dark fire python, its mouth gaping to swallow Sun Lingtong.
At the brink of death, Sun Lingtong suddenly let out a crafty laugh.
“You want me dead?”
“Hehehe, you three have a long way to go!”
In the next instant, he vanished.
“Teleportation Art again,” the triangular-eyed cultivator muttered.
“No matter, he’s within my Yin Wind Constricting Formation… not good!” The hook-nosed cultivator’s face suddenly changed dramatically.
The ominous wind blew continuously, and at this moment, the wind wall formed by it suddenly collapsed.
The hook-nosed cultivator, who had been managing the array, was violently backlashed by the dramatic change.
He spat a mouthful of blood and immediately fell to the ground, unconscious.
“What’s going on?!” In his confusion, the triangular-eyed cultivator found Sun Lingtong had already appeared behind him.
A swift stab pierced through.
The brightly shining dagger was incredibly sharp, easily penetrating the triangular-eyed cultivator’s lower back.
Then, electric blue currents surged from the dagger, violently assaulting the triangular-eyed cultivator’s internal organs.
The triangular-eyed cultivator’s body convulsed violently, as if seized by epilepsy.
In just a few seconds, his eyes rolled back, and his mouth gaped open, emitting black smoke from his throat.
With a thud, he too fell, unconscious.
“Only you remain.” Sun Lingtong, no longer in distress, stood, his eyes shining brightly, filled with fighting spirit.
Han Ming, enraged, said, “Without these two hindrances, it’s no big deal!”
With that, she charged at Sun Lingtong.
Sun Lingtong took a deep breath, holding a dagger magic artifact in each hand, infusing them with mana.
The blades of the daggers flickered continually, resembling butterfly wings, fluttering out.
The butterfly-like dagger lights were dazzlingly brilliant, exquisitely beautiful, completely concealing their aura of mana to the extreme.
Sun Lingtong’s self-created sword skill, Butterfly Wing Blade!
A swarm of butterflies surrounded Han Ming.
Han Ming’s body was shrouded in dark wind. She spat ghostfire, using her fists and feet in full attack, but all her strikes missed!
The butterfly blades were exceptionally agile, some lightly grazing her skin, others slicing through her limbs, emerging from behind.
The formation, attack, and dissipation of the butterfly swarm took no more than five breaths.
Han Ming stood motionless.
Her eyes widened, her face full of disbelief!
“Is this, this your real strength?” she struggled to speak.
As soon as the words left her mouth, her head toppled, her torso sliced diagonally in half, the upper part falling away.
As she hit the ground, her limbs, too, were severed and scattered on the ground.
Blood sprayed, quickly forming a pool around Han Ming’s corpse.