End of Chapter 118

"Tsk..."

Xu Yuanlang's face was grim. He had unleashed his water-based natal magic weapon over a hundred times, but Li Luomao's soul had still withstood the attack and returned to his body.

"Are Foundation Establishment cultivators really this powerful?"

Despair filled his heart. Xu Yuanlang believed he was invincible within the Qi Refining Realm, but no matter how he attacked, whether it was the opponent's body or soul, they were like refined steel, and his attacks were nothing more than a gust of wind or a drop of water.

Unbeknownst to him, Li Luomao was also suffering greatly. He was already on the verge of death, and after consuming so much blood and food over the past month, he had only managed to replenish his strength.

However, in order to save his life, he lost most of his soul, and the excruciating pain of the Vermilion Bird burning his soul seeped into his very bones.

In order to restore his cultivation, he chose to switch to demonic cultivation techniques. However, the spiritual power and demonic power remaining in his body have been constantly clashing. He was able to suppress them with his powerful divine soul power before, but now that his divine soul is weakened, the two sides immediately erupted.

"Damn it, damn it..."

He roared, frantically drawing magic from his own flesh and blood to suppress it. Just then, his face suddenly turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Poisoned?"

Li Luomao wiped his mouth with his hand. The foul-smelling, dark blood had a peculiar purple tinge. He was shocked and immediately guessed that this must be the toxins accumulated and lurking in his body from when he had swallowed a certain cultivator.

Normally it wouldn't show, but now that his strength has been greatly diminished and his magic power is exhausted, it has completely erupted after being released from suppression. Moreover, this deadly poison flowed through his blood and spread throughout his body in the blink of an eye.

"This is Uncle Sanada's Purple Poison. He once said that his Purple Poison was extremely poisonous, and that if one was not careful, it might even kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator. I didn't expect it to be true."

But Uncle Sanada is probably in grave danger.

Seeing Li Luomao's disheveled appearance, Xu Yuanlang guessed the reason. However, his heart darkened, and when he looked at the other party, the killing intent in his eyes surged.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

A thought kept echoing in his mind.

"It's alright, it's alright, these are just minor skin conditions. Give me a little time, and I'll recover immediately."

Li Luomao forced himself to calm down and immediately began to circulate his internal energy.

"Clang clang!"

Just then, he suddenly felt a chill coming towards his eyes. He quickly stopped healing and casually slapped his hand, and a thin, hair-like needle shattered with a cracking sound.

"Pfft!"

He shattered the Qi-breaking needle himself, but then he spat out several mouthfuls of black blood. The sudden interruption of his healing had aggravated his injuries considerably.

"Damn it, how dare they bother me."

Li Luomao reached out and grabbed at Xu Yuanlang, a demonic hand several meters in size. Xu Yuanlang's expression changed. Now that the opponent was at his last gasp, he had to hold him off.

"Where the soul resides!"

A deep, dark ink color instantly spread across his eyes, like an endless night sky, making people feel terrified. At the same time, his aura suddenly changed, rising to a new level.

Seeing the approaching demonic hand, he moved swiftly, his movements exceptionally concise and fluid compared to before, as if he had rehearsed tens of thousands of times in advance.

"Vermilion Bird - A Thousand Trees of Flowers!"

A beam of light, more than twice as powerful as before, crashed down on Li Luomao. His expression changed, not only because the attack was significantly stronger, but also because something within his flesh and blood seemed to have been awakened.

"It's fire poison and fragments of broken magical artifacts."

He immediately realized that when the Dream Bear artifact self-destructed, it exploded directly inside his body, leaving some fire poison and fragments inside. These things suddenly erupted at this critical moment.

He didn't care about Xu Yuanlang's attacks at all. Even if he was seriously injured, no matter how much the other party attacked, it wouldn't cause any harm.

But now it's different. His soul is severely damaged, his magic and spiritual power are repelling each other, and he is also poisoned. He has not yet recovered from the previous injuries, and the fire poison and the fragments of the magic artifact have suddenly erupted.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a mouthful of black blood. This time, it wasn't just blood; there were also fragments of internal organs inside. He looked at Xu Yuanlang with a fierce glint in his eyes. If it weren't for this kid, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

"I'll kill you!"

Li Luomao suddenly exerted his strength, and the speed of the Demon Hand more than doubled in an instant, putting Xu Yuanlang in grave danger.

"Cough cough..."

Just then, a sharp pain suddenly shot through Li Luomao's body, causing him to cough violently. The demonic hand dissipated, and the wound on his chest reopened, with cracks rapidly spreading to all parts of his body, causing his charred remains to disintegrate.

"Am I going to die here? Die at the hands of a Qi Refining cultivator?"

Li Luomao gasped for breath, and the airflow entering his body even made a whistling sound, which proved that his internal body had also been carbonized and broken in many ways.

"A great opportunity!"

Xu Yuanlang immediately seized this rare opportunity and launched an attack with his five natal magic weapons in turn.

Pillars of fire, invisible fluctuations, heavy boulders falling, bamboo leaves curling up like thousands of swords, and incredibly sharp short blades.

Three days have passed!

Even though he was full of spiritual energy, after such a long attack, Xu Yuanlang felt that his body had reached its limit and his soul had been stretched to the extreme, while Li Luomao still had a trace of life left.

"hehe!"

Suddenly, a hoarse laugh rang in his ears, and Li Luomao, like a vengeful ghost, grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up.

"You've been attacking me for so long, haven't you? Enough already!"

Xu Yuanlang's eyes widened in anger. He immediately sensed a threat of death. He subconsciously endured the pain and attacked with his right hand, but it did nothing except shatter his fist and cause it to bleed profusely.

"Hmph, a mere Qi Refining Realm cultivator? If I weren't severely injured, I could easily take down an ant like you."

Li Luomao sneered, then suddenly his eyes widened. He subconsciously looked down and saw a fragment of a magical artifact stuck in Xu Yuanlang's bone fragments.

This fragment of the magical artifact is over two inches long, its surface gleaming with a cold light. It looks like the blade of a magical sword and is considered one of the larger pieces among the fragments.

Xu Yuanlang seemed to realize this, and was enduring the excruciating pain as he frantically swung the bone that was piercing his own flesh, using that small piece of the blade to continue slashing towards his head.

"No, no..."

Li Luomao roared as he heard the sound of his own body shattering, the sound like the footsteps of death echoing in his ears.

"Go to hell!"

The head flew off.