Apocalypse: Surviving as the God of a Tiny Cultivation Sect Chapter 33: Unkillable Nascent Soul

"Hahahahaha!"

Fu Shugao’s cracked soul floated weakly between Clayne’s giant palms while laughing hysterically.

Even though every part of his soul already looked distorted and damaged beyond imagination, the old demonic cultivator still kept laughing nonstop.

"You fool!"

His ghostly voice trembled crazily afterward.

"You can’t kill !"

"Hahahahaha!"

"I cultivated the Blood Soul Immortal Art for over eight hundred years!"

"My soul already fused together with demonic essence!"

"You giant idiot!"

"No matter how many tis you crush , I will recover again and again!"

anwhile, Clayne’s face slowly darkened afterward.

Honestly...

He was already annoyed earlier.

But now—

The nonstop laughing truly started irritating him.

Then afterward—

Clap!

Boom!

Clayne smashed both palms together again violently.

The entire floating world trembled afterward.

Fu Shugao instantly scread painfully again.

Yet when Clayne opened his palms afterward—

The old demonic soul still remained alive sohow.

Then imdiately afterward—

Fu Shugao started laughing again.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Again!"

"Co on!"

"You giant monster!"

"You don’t know how souls work!"

"You only know smashing things like so brainless beast!"

anwhile—

Clayne’s forehead slowly twitched afterward.

Then afterward—

Clap!

Boom!

Again.

Clap!

Boom!

Again.

Each impact beca increasingly heavier afterward.

The floating islands trembled continuously while the Silent Sword Sect disciples below watched in complete terror.

Because honestly...

The scene looked horrifying.

A faceless deity repeatedly smashing a Nascent Soul soul between gigantic palms while the old demonic cultivator continuously scread and laughed madly.

Then eventually—

Fu Shugao continued mocking him again afterward.

"You can’t kill !"

"Hahahahaha!"

"You giant fool!"

"You don’t even understand soul destruction!"

"You probably don’t even know basic soul refinent!"

Clayne’s irritation finally started becoming genuine anger afterward.

"Oh shut up already!"

Boom!

Another clap exploded afterward.

Yet sohow—

Still alive.

Fu Shugao instantly resud laughing afterward.

"See?!"

"You can’t do anything!"

"You giant idiot!"

anwhile, Clayne’s eyes narrowed dangerously afterward.

Then suddenly—

An idea appeared inside his mind.

Water.

The enhanced water.

Earlier—

Even Zi Yue called it divine water.

And more importantly—

The pure spiritual Qi within it clearly hard demonic energy heavily.

Then imdiately afterward—

Clayne grabbed the water bottle nearby.

Fu Shugao instantly froze afterward.

Because the mont the bottle approached—

His soul already started trembling instinctively.

Then afterward—

Clayne casually flicked a single droplet toward him.

The instant the droplet touched Fu Shugao—

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A horrifying scream instantly exploded throughout the floating islands afterward.

White smoke erupted violently from Fu Shugao’s soul.

The old demonic cultivator instantly collapsed while clutching portions of his soul desperately.

"It burns!"

"It burns!"

"What kind of spiritual water is this?!"

anwhile—

Clayne’s eyes brightened afterward.

Oh.

It worked.

Then imdiately afterward—

He smiled slowly.

"Well..."

His giant voice echoed calmly.

"...aren’t you a demonic cultivator?"

Another droplet landed afterward.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Fu Shugao instantly rolled around screaming hysterically.

The pure spiritual Qi continuously burned through his demonic soul like boiling acid.

anwhile, Clayne calmly continued pouring tiny droplets repeatedly afterward.

Each droplet caused Fu Shugao to scream louder and louder.

Then eventually—

The old demonic cultivator stopped laughing entirely.

Instead—

He started begging desperately again.

"Senior!"

"Please!"

"Please spare this junior!"

"I was wrong!"

"I truly know I was wrong!"

"This junior deserves death!"

"Please stop!"

Yet now—

Clayne felt genuinely annoyed enough not caring anymore.

Earlier, Fu Shugao mocked him endlessly.

Now?

Now the old man cried nonstop.

Then afterward—

Clayne casually created a tiny pond inside the floating island using one finger.

The gigantic finger pressed downward slowly while carving through earth effortlessly.

Boom.

A small pond ford instantly afterward.

Then—

Clayne poured enhanced spiritual water inside it.

The mont the water filled the pond—

Dense spiritual Qi instantly spread throughout the surroundings.

Even nearby Silent Sword Sect disciples widened their eyes in shock afterward.

Then afterward—

Clayne used one finger and slowly pushed Fu Shugao’s soul toward the pond.

The old demonic cultivator instantly scread in horror afterward.

"No!"

"No!"

"Please!"

"Senior!"

"I beg you!"

Yet Clayne ignored everything afterward.

Instead—

He continued slowly pushing him downward.

The mont Fu Shugao’s soul touched the spiritual water—

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

An even more horrifying scream exploded afterward.

White smoke erupted endlessly while portions of Fu Shugao’s soul continuously lted away from the pure spiritual Qi.

The old man rolled violently throughout the pond afterward while screaming hysterically.

"It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

"My soul!"

"My soul is lting!"

anwhile—

Clayne stared coldly afterward.

Then suddenly—

He spoke mockingly.

"Aren’t you a demonic cultivator?"

Another push downward.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

"Why are you crying now?"

Another push.

"STOP!"

"I BEG YOU!"

Yet Clayne remained completely unsatisfied afterward.

Honestly—

The more he heard Fu Shugao scream earlier...

The more annoyed he rembered becoming because of the old man’s nonstop arrogance.

Then suddenly—

Another idea appeared inside Clayne’s mind.

Glass.

The bathroom mirror.

Imdiately afterward—

Clayne returned toward the real world briefly.

Inside the school bathroom—

He carefully broke apart a small fragnt from the remaining mirror nearby.

Crack.

The sharp mirror fragnt reflected dim moonlight faintly afterward.

Then imdiately—

Clayne returned toward the tiny world again while holding the mirror shard carefully.

anwhile—

Fu Shugao instantly beca frightened again.

Because currently—

His soul remained drenched completely with spiritual Qi water.

Even standing nearby the pond already caused unbearable pain toward him.

Then afterward—

Clayne crouched slightly while placing the tiny mirror fragnt before Fu Shugao’s soul.

The old demonic cultivator instantly trembled afterward.

"What..."

His cracked soul shook violently.

"...what are you doing?"

anwhile—

Clayne originally only wanted frightening him slightly before stabbing him using the enhanced mirror.

After all...

He already discovered objects strengthened inside the tiny world beca terrifying afterward.

Yet—

The mont the mirror fragnt approached Fu Shugao—

Sothing unexpected happened.

The mirror suddenly started absorbing surrounding spiritual Qi rapidly.

Dense spiritual energy flooded endlessly throughout the reflective surface afterward.

Then suddenly—

A powerful pulling force erupted from the mirror.

Fu Shugao instantly scread afterward.

"What?!"

"My soul!"

"My soul is being pulled!"

The old demonic cultivator desperately tried resisting afterward.

Yet it beca completely useless.

The mirror fragnt continuously dragged his soul inward forcefully.

Then—

Half of Fu Shugao’s soul beca trapped inside the mirror instantly afterward.

"NOOOOOOO!!!"

His screams beca completely hysterical afterward.

Because currently—

The spiritual Qi surrounding the mirror continuously burned his demonic soul endlessly from every direction.

And worse—

The reflective surface distorted his soul repeatedly like endless crushing pressure.

The old man scread so loudly afterward that several Silent Sword Sect disciples below nearly collapsed from fear.

anwhile—

Clayne stared blankly briefly afterward.

Then slowly—

He started laughing.

"Hahahaha..."

The more Fu Shugao scread—

The more amusing the scene beca.

Because honestly—

The arrogant Nascent Soul demonic elder from earlier now looked unbelievably pitiful.

Then afterward—

Clayne grinned slightly.

"This is better."

anwhile—

Fu Shugao continued screaming endlessly from inside the mirror afterward while portions of his soul continuously twisted and distorted horribly.

Yet eventually—

Clayne lost interest again.

Instead—

His attention moved elsewhere.

Toward the sword Senior Brother Li handed him earlier.

Then afterward—

Clayne slowly touched the sword.

Imdiately—

A huge amount of concealnt techniques flooded directly into his mind.

Not ordinary techniques.

True Silent Sword Sect concealnt arts.

Suddenly—

Clayne saw countless experiences inside his consciousness.

Silent assassinations.

Aura suppression.

Breathing concealnt.

Silent movent.

Shadow synchronization.

Killing intent concealnt.

Spiritual fluctuation suppression.

Environntal blending.

Every single movent connected together naturally with the dagger and sword arts earlier.

Then afterward—

Clayne saw countless disciples silently moving through forests without disturbing leaves.

He saw assassins approaching enemies silently while suppressing spiritual presence entirely.

He saw cultivators hiding among crowds while becoming impossible detecting.

He saw spiritual Qi circulation thods reducing bodily presence naturally.

Then afterward—

More information continuously flooded inside his mind endlessly.

The Silent Dagger Arts connected directly toward concealnt.

The Silent Blade Throw techniques relied heavily upon aura suppression before release.

Even movent itself beca part of combat.

Every step.

Every breath.

Every glance.

Everything possessed purpose.

Then afterward—

Clayne instinctively started understanding more and more.

Especially because of the instincts he inherited earlier from the soul cultivator.

The knowledge integrated frighteningly smoothly inside his mind afterward.

anwhile—

In the real world—

Clayne’s actual body naturally adjusted its breathing automatically.

His footsteps unconsciously beca quieter.

Even his presence gradually beca calr.

Then eventually—

Clayne slowly opened his eyes afterward.

Excitent instantly appeared across his face.

Because honestly—

These techniques perfectly matched his current situation.

Silent movent.

Silent killing.

Concealnt.

Stealth.

Everything suited surviving an apocalypse filled with monsters and undead.

Then afterward—

Clayne slowly grinned.

"This is perfect..."

His voice echoed quietly inside the bathroom.

Then slowly—

He looked toward the dark school hallways outside.

"...this is exactly what I need in this apocalyptic world I’m in!"