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Chapter 582: Might of the Demonic Nascent Soul (Seeking Monthly Votes)

“Gan Shixiong. . . we’ve finally dealt with this wretched woman. ”

The junior brother in blue robes, an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, let out a cold snort. He watched a Nascent Soul turn to ash in the flames, then lamented, "That fellow surnamed Zhao managed to escape with his Nascent Soul. . . he got off lightly."

“Who would have thought that fellow surnamed Zhao would cultivate a ‘Soul Splitting Secret Art’? That's a life-saving secret art second only to the Three Corpse Nascent Soul. . . My ‘Poison Dragon Nail’ didn't take effect. ”

Gan Shixiong also expressed some regret, then added, "Now, let's go help the Grand Elder drive off Jin Guang Chanshi, and then we can alter the formation and break open the mystic realm's seal. . ."

“This is all thanks to Gan Shixiong being a formation master himself, and also familiar with the operation of this array. . . ”

He wasn't arrogant enough to think he could kill a mighty cultivator here; he merely wanted to quickly release the Valley God Demon Venerable to bring calamity upon the region.

As for the Western Desert Cultivation World, which would suffer the calamity? It no longer belonged to the Saint Fire Cult anyway, so the more terribly it was afflicted, the happier he would be.

Just then, Gan Shixiong's expression subtly changed: "Not good. . . reinforcements!"

The junior brother in blue robes swept his Divine Consciousness and also saw a surge of demonic light approaching at an astonishing speed.

A terrifying Divine Consciousness had already locked firmly onto them both!

“A late-stage Nascent Soul mighty cultivator! ”

The blue-robed cultivator was startled. He sacrificed a blue jade pendant, which transformed into an exceptionally thick light barrier.

Gan Shixiong's cultivation was higher, but his heart was filled with incomparable terror: "A perfected Nascent Soul demonic cultivator. . . there's no such person in the Western Desert. . ."

He unfurled a demonic banner, and seven illusory flood dragons emerged, coiling around him.

This was a renowned Spirit Treasure of the Evil Dragon Temple – the Seven Flood Dragon Banner!

Whoosh whoosh!

Almost at the same moment the two discovered the Second Primordial Spirit's assault, the Second Primordial Spirit brazenly made its move.

He rubbed his hands together, and a black demonic light emerged, constantly stretching and flattening until it formed two demonic blades.

Both demonic blades were entirely black, with only a series of blood-red runes along their edges.

After chanting an ancient demonic incantation, they immediately vanished.

Pfft!

The next instant, one of the demonic blades appeared before the blue-robed junior brother. With a single strike, it severed the jade pendant he had sacrificed, cleaving him entirely in two.

One Nascent Soul tried to teleport away, but was entangled by a wisp of black demonic fire mid-air, screaming as it turned to ash.

The other demonic blade, furthermore, slashed through the seven illusory flood dragons, advancing irresistibly towards Gan Shixiong.

After a flash of black light, Gan Shixiong's face was pale. He reappeared several hundred zhang away, one arm already gone without a trace.

What was astonishing was that his wound was black and red, with not a single drop of blood seemingly flowing out. . .

‘This ‘Demonic Blade Slash’ secret art isn't bad. . . ’

Seeing that he had merely tested the waters, not even using a Spirit Treasure, and yet killed a Nascent Soul cultivator with only a secret art, Fang Xi felt quite satisfied.

“Who are you? ”

Gan Shixiong roared, rapidly chanting an incantation. Streaks of black lightning emerged, vaguely forming the shape of a flood dragon.

“Go! ”

He forcefully struck his own chest, causing a mouthful of vital blood to spray out and land on the flood dragon's body.

The flood dragon let out a long roar, shaking its head and tail, its body swelling to several hundred zhang long as it charged towards Fang Xi!

And in the shadows, a black, three-inch-long nail, with a lifelike evil flood dragon pattern on its surface, lay hidden in the void, shooting towards Fang Xi!

Gan Shixiong thought he was well-hidden, unaware that all of this was completely exposed under Fang Xi's powerful Divine Consciousness.

He chuckled, opened his mouth, and the ‘Six Dao Demonic Flames’ immediately spewed forth.

At this moment, although the ‘Six Dao Demonic Flames’ fluctuated in color, most of the time they remained stably in their three-colored phase, resembling a mass of Three Yangs Sacred Fire.

This was naturally because after absorbing the fifth-order Three Yangs Sacred Fire, while the power of the Six Dao Demonic Flames had greatly increased, they had also been mostly tainted.

“Ah. . . this is. . . ”

Seeing his sect's sacred fire, Gan Shixiong's eyes bulged.

Sizzle!

A wisp of Six Dao Demonic Flames landed on the lightning dragon, immediately exploding wildly as if boiling oil had met cold water.

Countless flames splattered, instantly engulfing the entire lightning dragon. . .

Not only that, a streak of flame even forced out a black iron nail mid-air. Three-colored flames entwined around it, and with just one refining, this exceptionally sinister treasure was turned into scrap metal!

Pfft!

Gan Shixiong spat out a mouthful of vital blood, then abruptly formed hand seals, causing countless blood beads to seep from his skin, clearly preparing to use a blood escape art to flee for his life!

If he could escape with his life from the hands of a perfected Nascent Soul demonic cultivator, he would have reason to be proud.

Unfortunately. . .

Fang Xi simply watched him cast his spell with a playful smile, a hint of mockery surfacing in his eyes.

Just as Gan Shixiong transformed into a blood-soaked figure, about to morph into a bloody rainbow and flee, the Second Primordial Spirit formed hand seals, a blood talisman appearing. His eyes blazed with intense light as he coldly barked, "Quick!"

Pfft!

An invisible ripple seemed to sweep over Gan Shixiong, causing his expression to suddenly change. He spat out a large mouthful of vital blood, as if he had been backlashed by his own blood escape art!

“To play with demonic secret arts before this Seat, I must say, you have great courage. ”

Fang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a true master. In reality, these little tricks were still something he had learned from Red Demon refining.

According to refining, most cultivation methods practiced by human demonic cultivators were adapted from ancient demonic arts, so if one encountered certain specific techniques, they could be easily counteracted. . .

Coincidentally, the blood escape art Gan Shixiong used was precisely among them.

Fang Xi, merely trying out a small skill, used his superior demonic cultivation to immediately trigger the secret art's backlash, essentially causing Gan Shixiong to dig his own grave.

At this moment, the mass of ‘Six Dao Demonic Flames’ was already descending directly upon him.

Gan Shixiong's face was filled with despair. He spat out a shimmering, thin veil.

Roar!

The Six Dao Demonic Flames completely engulfed him, and in an instant, both he and his Nascent Soul turned to ash, utterly annihilated. . .

...

From the moment Fang Xi made his move to the annihilation of the two Nascent Souls, it was truly but an instant.

At this time, the two mighty cultivators had yet to determine a victor.

Fang Xi's escape light flickered, and he arrived at Jin Guang Chanshi's battlefield. Opening his mouth, he spewed forth the Six Dao Demonic Flames.

After this flame had devoured the fifth-order ‘Three Yangs Sacred Fire’, it had now firmly stepped into the fifth-order rank. Even Soul Transformation cultivators would not dare to easily provoke it.

For Nascent Soul cultivators, touching it meant instant death—absolutely no exaggeration!

Rumble!

The Six Dao Demonic Flames rapidly burned in the void, forming a wall of fire. The fire birds and fire dragons flying from the Dragon-Phoenix Dual Flame Rings. . . upon encountering this wall of fire, were actually absorbed directly, losing all their previous ferocity!

Not only that, a three-colored Six Dao Demonic Flame landed on the main body of the Dragon-Phoenix Dual Flame Rings.

As the three colors flickered, the mighty cultivator hidden within the pale white mist let out a muffled groan, seemingly having suffered a minor loss.

Jin Guang Chanshi swept his Divine Consciousness and saw the extraordinary treasure ‘Dragon-Phoenix Dual Flame Rings’, comparable to a top-grade Spirit Treasure, turn into two clumps of powder and explode in the void. . .

The might of a fifth-order flame was truly terrifying!

“Ah. . . that's. . . the Three Yangs Sacred Fire? ! ”

The mighty cultivator hidden in the pale white mist exclaimed, "What is your relationship with that Old Ghost Fang? !"

A fourth-order Three Yangs Sacred Fire was nothing, but there was only one fifth-order Spirit Fire. How could that Old Demon Fang be willing to give it away?

“Haven't you already guessed? ”

Fang Xi sneered, "Since this Seat has personally arrived, you won't be able to escape again. . . Purple Yin Shangren!"

“What. . . you're actually Daoist Friend Purple Yin? ”

Jin Guang Chanshi cried out in surprise.

Purple Yin Shangren hailed from north of the Western Desert, a renowned mighty cultivator whose sect, the ‘Yin Yuan Palace’, was said to be at odds with the Saint Fire Cult. Who would have thought she was actually a member of the Saint Fire Cult! ?

Swish!

The pale white mist dissipated, revealing a woman in purple robes. Her eyes, as she looked at Fang Xi, gleamed with intense hatred: "Old scoundrel! Even if this old woman sacrifices her life today, I will still annihilate your External Avatar here!"

Her voice was like an oriole, very pleasant to listen to, vastly different from before.

“So much nonsense! ”

Fang Xi manipulated the Six Dao Demonic Flames, transforming them into a colossal six-headed serpent. Each serpent head burned with a different demonic flame, while the central head, the size of a house, opened its maw to spew forth the intensely potent Three Yangs Sacred Fire!

Purple Yin Shangren was concentrating on dealing with it when a piercing sword cry suddenly echoed from behind her!

The sword cry was like an infant's wail, extremely shrill, with a dense aura of demonic malevolence emerging.

“It's actually a teleportation? ! ”

Jin Guang Chanshi saw the black and red greatsword abruptly appear behind Purple Yin Shangren and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Such a terrifying and elusive flying sword would give him a massive headache, even if he encountered it.

Sizzle sizzle!

Countless blood-red threads flew out from the greatsword, seemingly sealing the void.

Streaks of demonic qi sword shadows directly tore open Purple Yin Shangren's protective light barrier, cut through a black shield, and ripped apart Purple Yin Shangren's body.

Whoosh!

Several hundred zhang away, a purple Nascent Soul frantically appeared, about to teleport away.

However, the red threads that had previously vanished into the void were like a large net. With a single pull, they bound her layer upon layer. The moment the fine red threads touched the Nascent Soul, they emitted sizzling sounds, causing the woman to scream uncontrollably.

Jin Guang Chanshi was secretly astonished upon seeing this scene.

A mighty cultivator was captured within such a short exchange of moves. It seemed that this Dragon Fish Island Lord's External Avatar, or Second Primordial Spirit, was comparable to a Soul Transformation cultivator in all aspects, except for its inability to directly draw upon the power of heaven and earth!

“Jin Guang, it's quite impressive that you've held out until now. ”

Fang Xi put away Purple Yin Shangren's Nascent Soul. He didn't immediately feed it to the Divine Infant Sword, but instead planned to return and perform soul-searching, following the vine to find the melon, effectively catching them all.

While he might not be able to uproot all of the Saint Fire Cult's hidden branches in one go, he could at least carry out regular purges.

After a few such rounds, they would likely fade into obscurity and vanish without a trace. . .

“Serving Senior, I wouldn't dare not give my utmost,” Jin Guang Chanshi said, pressing his palms together, appearing very humble.

“What are the casualties this time? ” Fang Xi asked again.

“The Evil Dragon Temple betrayed us, Immortal Maiden Qionglin unfortunately perished, and Daoist Friend Zhao escaped with his Nascent Soul. . . ” Jin Guang Chanshi recounted the events in detail.

“Alas. . . have Immortal Maiden Qionglin's sect or descendants go to Demon Tree Ridge to collect an ‘Infant Nurturing Pill’. You and that little friend Zhao will also receive compensation. . . As for the Evil Dragon Temple, just annihilate it directly. ”

Fang Xi quickly formulated the compensation plan. After all, it was coming from his main body, not from him.