Chapter 142 - 140: The Might of the Profound Flame, Going Along with the Mistake
Chapter 142: Chapter 140: The Might of the Profound Flame, Going Along with the Mistake
Behind some boulders on the other side of the valley pass.
A male and female Tribulation Cultivator had also been hiding there, waiting for the right moment. Seeing their "prey’s" attention completely drawn by the rat-whiskered man, they suddenly leaped out and decisively attacked in unison.
The man was tall, his Cultivation at the Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation, and he drove an Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact forward in an assault.
It was a yellow Flying Shuttle Spiritual Artifact, its glint menacingly cold. It whistled through the air, transforming into a single point of icy light aimed straight for Lin Changheng’s neck.
The woman, also at the Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation, flicked out a Red Silk—a Middle Grade Masterpiece Spiritual Artifact. It unfurled in mid-air like a venomous red serpent and, with a few sinuous twists, lunged for Lin Changheng’s limbs.
It was meant to bind him completely.
Their coordination was impeccable, their targets clear, and their roles distinct. They were clearly a well-practiced team, honed by extensive training or live combat.
WHOOSH!
PFFT!
The attack came with shocking force and incredible speed, but Lin Changheng’s sharp hearing had already picked up the sound. He kicked hard against his mount’s back. With a pained whinny, the sheer giant strength of the kick sent the Cyan Flood Dragon Horse flipping over.
The horse shot backward, skidding across the ground and carving a long gouge in the earth as it was knocked clear of the battlefield.
Lin Changheng used the momentum to launch himself high into the air, momentarily evading the two vicious Magical Artifacts.
"Keep at it! He’s in the air—he’s a sitting duck."
The tall Male Cultivator sneered. He and the Female Cultivator continued to control their Magical Artifacts, not even sparing a glance for the Cyan Flood Dragon Horse that had been kicked away.
Lin Changheng’s expression remained calm. He raised his hand and activated an Upper Grade Golden Bell Talisman. An imposing Golden Bell materialized and enveloped him.
As his body began to fall, the Technique he was forming with his hands never ceased. He continued to pour more Magical Power into his Magical Artifact, the Sinking Sand Bag.
WHOOSH!
The mouth of the bag bulged violently as yellow sand once again billowed out, blotting out the sky.
The rat-whiskered man, already trapped beneath the yellow sand with stinging eyes and labored breathing, was desperately holding on with a Shield Spiritual Artifact.
He was in agony, feeling as though he could be swallowed by the deluge of sand at any moment.
As Lin Changheng took a moment to pour in more Magical Power, a series of grating cracks echoed out. The Shield Spiritual Artifact finally gave way and was swept away by the sand.
"No—!"
Having lost his Shield, the rat-whiskered man let out a hoarse shriek and desperately activated a Magical Power Shield to protect himself. But the shield was as fragile as glass; a single surge of sand shattered it to pieces.
His scrawny body was now exposed. A scream died in his throat, choked off by sand pouring down his gullet.
"GURGLE..."
If even a Magical Artifact couldn’t withstand it, what chance did mere flesh and blood have?
In less than a breath, all that remained was a bare white skeleton, every trace of flesh scoured away by the sand.
It was an absolutely terrifying and gruesome sight!
...
Meanwhile, on the main battlefield.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Under the relentless assault of two Magical Artifacts—one Upper Grade and one Middle Grade—the Golden Bell from the Talisman began to flicker violently and tremble after just a single breath.
The tall Male Cultivator’s eyes burned with greed. ’This guy has so many Talismans, even an Upper Grade one,’ he thought, licking his lips. ’He must be loaded. We’ve hit the jackpot with this rich kid!’
"Oh no, something’s happened to Old Mo!"
The Female Cultivator sensed something was wrong. She saw a cloth bag flying back toward its master and instinctively glanced over her shoulder, crying out in alarm.
"What?"
The tall Male Cultivator’s expression turned grim. ’How could it have happened so fast?’ He had a bad feeling and immediately unleashed a burst of Magical Power, driving his Upper Grade Flying Shuttle Spiritual Artifact into a ferocious assault.
The Female Cultivator felt it too. Gritting her teeth, she controlled her own Magical Artifact to press the attack.
BANG!
Sparks flew everywhere.
Even an Upper Grade Defense Talisman couldn’t last long against the full power of an Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact.
In the next instant, the Golden Bell from the Talisman shattered completely. From start to finish, it had only lasted for two breaths.
"Die!"
The tall Male Cultivator was a veteran of Magical Combat. Seizing the opportunity, his Flying Shuttle flashed and miraculously split into three illusions. They shot through the cracks in the disintegrating shield and, from different angles, slashed at the figure within.
This was the special ability of his Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact: it could suddenly create two illusory copies during an attack. Without Divine Sense to tell the real from the fake, it was impossible to block.
SHING! SHING! SHING!
Three sharp whooshes cut through the air as the shuttles struck, yet the figure inside didn’t activate another Upper Grade Defense Talisman.
But the expected scene of a body being torn to shreds... never came.
The figure had simply vanished.
"How is that possible?"
The killing blow that the tall man and the woman were so sure of had failed. The triumphant looks on their faces froze as their pupils constricted. Shock and a terrible premonition bloomed in their hearts.
No one answered them. There were only two fist-sized Fire Bombs.
They came screaming from behind, as fast as shooting stars.
As expected of cultivators who lived on a knife’s edge, both of them sensed the danger instantly and spun around. But when they saw the attack was merely a Low Tier Magic like the Fire Bomb Skill, they paused in surprise.
’He’s wasting such a golden opportunity for a counterattack?’
’He really is just some pampered young master from a Noble Family who snuck out for an adventure.’
’What a rookie!’
But while they shared the same thought, their reactions were completely different.
A contemptuous sneer appeared on the Female Cultivator’s face. As the Fire Bombs approached, she simply threw up a Magical Power Shield and paid them no further mind.
She gripped her Red Silk artifact, ready to press her own attack.
However, just as her artifact began to glow with Spiritual Light, the Fire Bombs hit. A single spark instantly became a raging inferno!
The violent Flame swallowed her like a furious beast.
She only had time to let out a short, sharp scream before her Magical Power Shield crumbled like paper. She was completely engulfed in a wave of golden Flame and incinerated into a human-shaped piece of charcoal.
Her charred form crashed to the ground and crumbled into dust.
Only her Storage Bag remained intact, deliberately spared by a precise use of Fire Control.
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The tall Male Cultivator, on the other hand, while equally disdainful of the Fire Bomb Skill, was far more cautious in his tactics.