The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Chapter 235: You Cannot Kill Me!

Caught off guard, Leng Hanshuang could only retract the Cold Sky Whip. Her lifebound magic treasure instantly coiled in front of her like a giant python, ready to block the incoming attack.

Boom!

Chu Xuan's Great Extinguishing Thunder Fist struck. Leng Hanshuang felt an indescribable force crash into her, the sound of her magic treasure cracking ringing in her ears. A sweet taste involuntarily rose in her throat, a clear sign that her lifebound magic treasure had been damaged, and she too had sustained injuries.

The force of the punch pushed her back continuously until she slammed into the cave wall, halting her retreat. Behind her, a swarm of Nether Crocodiles converged, relentlessly biting and gnawing at her back.

In a blink, her robe was torn, and her once smooth, pale back was now a gruesome mess of blood and flesh.

Leng Hanshuang screamed in agony. For the first time in her 232 years of cultivation, she felt the threat of death. This feeling was entirely new to her, igniting a towering rage within her. As a Holy Maiden of the Reincarnation Divine Sect, she had never been subjected to such treatment.

No cultivator had ever withstood her attacks; everywhere she went within the sect's domain, all cultivators showed her the utmost respect. Even a Deity Transformation cultivator like True Master Tiancang addressed her as 'Holy Maiden.'

Now, she found herself cornered by an unknown minor cultivator, even facing the threat of death.

"Ice Sun Crossbows! Fire at will!" Leng Hanshuang shouted furiously.

The three Ice Sun Crossbows suddenly unleashed a powerful burst of icy light. Clearly, she was overtaxing the magic treasures, launching a desperate and powerful attack.

Chu Xuan, however, didn't even turn around. Instead, he forcefully raised his fists, unleashing the Great Extinguishing Thunder Fist repeatedly like raindrops.

Thud, thud, thud!

The Cold Sky Whip emitted sounds of distress under the overwhelming force. Cracks appeared one after another. The immense power of his fists transmitted through the whip, striking Leng Hanshuang directly. Her chest compressed under the impact, sinking inward grotesquely.

"Face your demise!" Leng Hanshuang bellowed in fury.

She had realized the truth. This person had not used any Nascent Soul stage spells from beginning to end. Clearly, he had only recently ascended to the Nascent Soul stage and had not had the time to switch his techniques and spells.

As for why his Nascent Soul was so formidable, she could not fathom, guessing that perhaps he had consumed some exceedingly rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Just as the frosty giant arrow was about to strike, a robust shadow suddenly burst forth from Chu Xuan's body, charging straight toward the piercing cold light.

Boom!

The giant arrow pierced through the robust figure's body, but it got stuck inside and did not continue its trajectory.

A painful roar erupted.

Leng Hanshuang focused her gaze and felt her boiling blood nearly freeze. It was a Corpse King! No wonder this man dared to attack her!

This cultivator possessed an exceptionally strong Nascent Soul, was a body cultivator, and commanded two Ghost Kings and a Corpse King! With such combat prowess, it was no wonder he could slay Yun Zhongyu!

"Die!" Chu Xuan roared.

Despite his skin splitting and flesh bursting from exerting too much force, he continued to unleash punches without pause.

This time, Leng Hanshuang truly sensed the approach of death. Her pupils shrank to their limits.

"You cannot kill me!" Leng Hanshuang shrieked.

Chu Xuan instantly felt as if his soul was pricked by needles. At that moment, he realized she must have employed a soul technique. Had his own soul not been formidable, he might have been frozen in place for a long time.

"Life-Death Mystic Ice!"

Seizing the moment, Leng Hanshuang forced Chu Xuan back, and, with a fierce shout, the mystic ice that emitted chilling cold burst forth from her delicate chest. In the blink of an eye, the mystic ice spread over her entire body, and she was swiftly encased within it.

Chu Xuan frowned deeply and threw a powerful punch.

Bang!

The rebounding force made him stagger back. He looked down to see his hands split open, blood flowing freely. Yet this so-called Life-Death Mystic Ice bore not even a single crack.

"Truly tough," Chu Xuan muttered with a deep frown.

He realized that after the Life-Death Mystic Ice had enveloped Leng Hanshuang, her aura had dropped to its lowest. She must have lost consciousness.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"This must be the final safeguard given to her by the Reincarnation Sect's Astral Projection Patriarch. With the emergence of the Life-Death Mystic Ice, the Reincarnation Sect surely knows by now and will come to retrieve Leng Hanshuang."

Chu Xuan's mind whirred into action. In an instant, he made the swiftest decision—throwing Leng Hanshuang into the Blood Mirror!

He flashed past, returning to Blue Star, and found a spot within a hundred-mile radius devoid of any water source. There, he rapidly set up twenty-three killing formations. Although they were merely Golden Core stage formations, their sheer number was sufficient to fend off enemies.

After setting up the formations, he placed an abundance of Yin Thunder Seeds around the perimeter—over twenty thousand of them. Still feeling it was not enough, he commanded the three corpse generals to guard the area at all times.

"Hu, I leave this place to you," Chu Xuan instructed.

Despite a gaping hole in its chest and an ice arrow that hadn't yet melted lodged in it, Hu nodded vigorously and responded with a resounding roar.

Satisfied, Chu Xuan returned to the extraterritorial battlefield. He glanced at the surrounding caverns.

As expected, more spatial rifts were appearing. Some mini nether crocodiles, with their ferocious faces, charged at him only to be swallowed by the suddenly appearing spatial rifts.

Chu Xuan's scalp tingled. He could feel the rifts surging towards him like a tidal wave.

"Run!"

He quickly retrieved the three Ice Sun Crossbows and immediately activated the Mahayana Swift Escape, not caring about the depletion of his merit. Escaping at top speed was now of utmost importance.

Meanwhile, more and more spatial rifts appeared across various locations. In cities like Righteous Dao, Heavenly Sword, Majestic Sword, and Celestial Sound, cultivators were walking down the streets one moment and the next, they were headless or missing parts of their bodies.

Some shops that were there one moment disappeared completely the next. Large patches of ground and city walls vanished without warning.

Cultivators everywhere began to panic. Some took advantage of the chaos to commit murders and robberies. Screams, roars, and cries of grief filled the extraterritorial battlefield.

In Heavenly Sword City, Ximen Changqing looked upon the chaotic city with a deep frown. Wu Shang and Xun Zhao, along with other cultivators from the Majestic Sword Sect, gathered around him.

"Have you gathered everything?" he asked.

"Everything's ready," Wu Shang and Xun Zhao replied in unison.

"Let's leave immediately. Head to our Majestic Sword Sect's teleportation formation," Ximen Changqing commanded sternly.

"Yes."

This scene was replicated in Righteous Dao City, Majestic City, Celestial Sound City, and others. Almost all Nascent Soul cultivators had anticipated the collapse and had prepared accordingly.

Only those at the lower levels, the early Golden Core cultivators, were still unaware of what was happening and merely followed the crowds in an attempt to escape. Many were silently swallowed by the spatial rifts during their flight.