Immortality Cultivation

Fang Hao crouched behind that large rock, watching the three remnants on the platform glare at each other, feeling absolutely delighted inside!

Fight! Keep fighting!

Weren’t you all so capable just a moment ago?

Why are you all wilting now?

The Senior Brother from the Thunder Sword Sect with the square face leaned on his sword, panting heavily, his chest clothes torn, with bloodstains hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Hei Sha was in an even worse state; he could not even hold his ghost-head blade steady, and one arm hung unnaturally, likely broken.

You Ying was no better off, her face deathly pale, leaning against the wall, her short stabs barely held in her grip.

On the ground lay a half-dead Loose Cultivator using a blade, groaning and moaning.

The three parties had been fighting tooth and nail just a moment ago, but now they stared at each other, none daring to make the first move.

Why?

They were all heavily injured, and their Spiritual Power was running low; if they kept fighting, they would likely perish together, benefiting someone else.

Tsk tsk, truly three monks with no water to drink, Fang Hao thought, amused.

This situation was practically tailor-made for him!

Going out now to clean up these three sick cats would be as easy as pie, wouldn’t it?

He licked his lips, his gaze sharpening.

The Opportunity had arrived!

It was time for this schemer to make his entrance!

He took a deep breath, circulating his Ethereal Art to its limit, his aura concealed as if he did not exist.

Then, like a civet cat, he slid out from behind the rock without a sound, using the scattered rubble and starlight shadows on the ground to inch toward the center of the platform.

He pushed his Shadowless Evasion Technique to the limit, his figure almost merging into the environment.

His first target was the Loose Cultivator using a blade, who was closest to him, most severely injured, and still struggling on the ground.

This guy was the only variable, so he had to be cleared out first.

Fang Hao crept behind him, the Loose Cultivator completely unaware, still trying hard to crawl up.

A cold glint flashed in Fang Hao’s eyes; he pointed his Star Shattering Finger silently, striking the vital point on the back of the man’s head with precision!

Puff!

The Loose Cultivator’s body stiffened, the light in his eyes instantly dimmed, and without even a groan, he lost his breath.

Clean and efficient!

With the threat resolved, Fang Hao turned his attention to the three still in a standoff.

He decided to pick the soft persimmon first!

Hei Sha and You Ying, those two backstabbers, were insidious and cunning; there was no guarantee they did not have some trump card for mutual destruction, and they were a pair (even if they had just had an internal conflict), so he had to be careful.

The square-faced Senior Brother from the Thunder Sword Sect looked like someone from a righteous sect, might observe some rules, and was currently isolated.

It had to be him!

Fang Hao’s figure flickered, appearing like a ghost behind the side of the square-faced Senior Brother from the Thunder Sword Sect!

The yitian sword erupted with brilliant starlight, Starfall Sword Art—Meteor Stab!

Striking directly at his heart from behind!

The speed was too fast; the sword light was like lightning tearing through the night sky!

That square-faced Senior Brother was, after all, at the Middle Golden Core Stage, and although heavily injured, his alertness remained!

Sensing the fierce wind attacking from behind, his expression changed drastically, and without a second thought, he turned and parried with his sword!

Thunder flashed!

Clang—!

Sparks flew everywhere!

The square-faced Senior Brother, forced into a hasty defense, was sent stumbling back by Fang Hao’s premeditated strike, his injuries worsening, and he spat out another mouthful of blood!

He looked at the suddenly appeared Fang Hao in shock and anger: It’s you?! That Loose Cultivator?! What do you want!

What do I want? To send you on your way!

Fang Hao sneered, not giving him a chance to catch his breath, exploding with Divine Spirit Steps and closing in instantly!

Dividing Light Sword Shadow!

Dozens of sword lights enveloped him!

The square-faced Senior Brother was shocked and furious, desperately waving his thunder sword to defend, but under the weight of his injuries, he was powerless, and several wounds were instantly added to his body!

On the other side, Hei Sha and You Ying were also stunned to see a sudden interloper.

But both were old hands and instantly understood that this was a case of the oriole following the mantis!

Join forces! Kill him first! Hei Sha reacted extremely quickly, shouting sharply!

He knew that this newcomer was in peak condition, and if he were allowed to finish off the Thunder Sword Sect member, they would be next!

You Ying did not hesitate either, forcibly gathering her breath, her figure turning into a black shadow, her short stabs thrusting directly at Fang Hao’s flank!

Want to join forces? Too late!

Fang Hao had been guarding against them all along!

He abruptly abandoned his pursuit of the Thunder Sword Sect Senior Brother, using Shrinking the Ground to an Inch to shift instantly, dodging You Ying’s sneak attack, while simultaneously unleashing the empty clarity mirror with his left hand, the mirror light flashing and shining toward the rushing Hei Sha!

Hei Sha felt his eyes blur, and his movements stalled!

In that moment of hesitation, Fang Hao’s yitian sword, carrying an unstoppable Sword Intent, delivered a Meteor Strike!

It slashed fiercely toward his head!

Hei Sha was terrified to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, desperately raising his ghost-head blade to block!

Crack!

He was already heavily injured and could not even hold his blade steady; how could he block Fang Hao’s full-force strike?

The ghost-head blade was sent flying by the sword!

The sword light did not lose its momentum, slashing diagonally down from his shoulder!

Pshhh—!

Blood sprayed!

Hei Sha let out a shrill scream, half his shoulder and arm severed at the root!

His whole body was knocked flying, slamming heavily against the wall, clearly not going to survive!

Senior Brother! You Ying cried out, her eyes splitting, and she lunged at Fang Hao regardless of everything, as if possessed by madness!

Court death!

Fang Hao’s eyes were cold; the yitian sword swirled, Seven Absolutes Sword Seal instantly condensed, and a profound Seal rune was slapped toward You Ying!

You Ying’s movement technique was eerie, unexpectedly twisting her body at the last split second to avoid the rune, her short stabs pointing at Fang Hao’s throat like a venomous snake!

The speed was incredible!

Fang Hao did not dodge or evade, circulating his Hundred Refinements Golden Body Art, his skin taking on a bronze luster, while simultaneously the yitian sword precisely tapped against the short stab!

Ding!

You Ying’s arm was numbed by the impact!

A flash of despair and madness crossed her eyes; she bit the tip of her tongue, spraying a mouthful of essence blood onto her short stab!

The short stab flared with black light, and an evil, sinister aura erupted!

Blood Burning Secret Technique? A dying struggle!

Fang Hao scoffed, his Chaos Derivation Art operating at full power, Chaos Spiritual Power pouring into the sword body, and the strongest killer move of the Starfall Sword Art exploded!

The sword light was like a reversed galaxy, instantly swallowing You Ying!

Boom!

The black light was shredded by the sword river!

You Ying let out a short, sharp scream, her body torn to pieces by the sharp Sword Qi!

In the blink of an eye, Hei Sha and You Ying, two Golden Core cultivators, were dead!

Everything happened too fast; from the moment Fang Hao started his sudden attack to resolving the two, it took only a few breaths!

On the other side, the square-faced Senior Brother from the Thunder Sword Sect was dumbfounded!

He had originally intended to take the Opportunity to regulate his breathing, but he had not expected this suddenly appearing Loose Cultivator to be so fierce, slaughtering those two difficult opponents in a few quick moves!

His face turned deathly pale; he knew the situation was lost, and in his heavily injured state, he was definitely no match for the opponent.

He was straightforward, immediately dropping his long sword and cupping his hands: Fellow Daoist! I am Zhao Ting of the Thunder Sword Sect! Regarding today’s events, Zhao admits defeat! I withdraw from the Opportunity in this Secret Realm! Please, Fellow Daoist, show mercy and let me leave! The Thunder Sword Sect will surely reward you generously!

Fang Hao stood with his sword, the tip still dripping with blood, watching him coldly.

Let him go? Joke!

Letting a tiger return to the mountain would lead to endless trouble!

This Zhao Ting had seen him kill and loot; if he went out and talked, could the Thunder Sword Sect let him off?

Generous reward? No need.

Fang Hao’s voice was cold, Fellow Daoist should... just stay here!

Before the words faded, his figure shot out, the sword light striking directly at Zhao Ting!

Zhao Ting’s expression changed drastically, not expecting the opponent to be so ruthless!

He desperately urged his remaining Spiritual Power, lightning flashing as he tried to defend!

But in his heavily injured state, how could he block it?

Pshhh!

The sword light penetrated the lightning, piercing Zhao Ting’s heart!

Zhao Ting widened his eyes, looking at the sword in his chest in disbelief, slowly falling to the ground, and losing his breath.

Fang Hao pulled out his long sword, looking at the corpses scattered all over the platform, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Done!

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

This time, a huge profit!

He dared not delay and immediately began cleaning up the battlefield.

The Storage Pouches of Hei Sha, You Ying, Zhao Ting, and those two Loose Cultivators were all collected!

He also happily accepted the Magical Artifacts they dropped—the ghost-head blade, short stabs, thunder sword, and so on.

Finally, he walked to the ruins of the exploded stone platform and searched carefully.

The jade box was fake and had been blown away, but beneath the ruins, he found a black token the size of a palm, covered in star runes.

What is this thing again?

Fang Hao picked up the token, which felt cold to the touch, and when he probed it with his Divine Sense, it was a void of Chaos, and he could not sense anything.

But he felt that since this token could remain intact in the explosion, it certainly was not simple, so he put it away first.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Fang Hao dared not linger, took a Medicinal Pill to recover some Spiritual Power, and immediately headed deeper into the Star Corridor.

This Secret Realm seemed even more complex and dangerous than he had imagined!

He had to hurry and find the real treasure, then make a run for it.