He never expected that this Early-Stage Golden Core cultivator in front of him actually possessed an extrely rare defensive mid-grade treasure.
It’s important to know that such incredibly precious treasures are not necessarily owned even by those highly cultivated Late-Stage Golden Core masters.
The rarity of such treasures is simply indescribable.
At this mont, a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.
He had tried to overestimate this person as much as possible, but he now realized he had still underestimated him. What he originally thought was easy prey had now beco exceptionally troubleso.
anwhile, on another battlefield, Yang Lang was engaged in a fierce battle with the Water Lake Rat.
Although Yang Lang had summoned three third-rank lower-grade puppets to assist in the fight, he could only barely suppress the powerful Water Lake Rat.
As for killing or defeating it, that was a distant prospect.
"We can’t drag this on any longer."
The middle-aged cultivator gritted his teeth, deeply aware that continuing the standoff was disadvantageous for him.
If this person had other more formidable hidden cards, it was highly likely they would suffer a crushing defeat in this seemingly insignificant place.
So, he decided not to hold back and prepared to deploy a trendously powerful secret technique.
However, just as he made up his mind and was about to gather mana to perform the secret technique, Xu Ping suddenly launched a counterattack.
He summoned a string of five-colored beads.
Upon appearing, the beads emitted a dazzling brilliance.
Then, under Xu Ping’s control, the beads transford into beams of light, shooting rapidly toward the middle-aged cultivator like teors chasing the moon.
"Another mid-grade magic treasure??"
The middle-aged cultivator’s face changed dramatically, turning as pale as paper.
His eyes widened, filled with disbelief and deep fear.
He couldn’t believe that Xu Ping actually possessed a second mid-grade treasure!
Did he raid an ancient ruin?
In terror, he hastily summoned a defensive magic treasure, trying to block this fatal strike.
The defensive magic treasure emitted a gentle light, forming a solid barrier of mana, protecting the middle-aged cultivator within it.
However, to everyone’s astonishnt, the beams of light ford by the five-colored beads passed directly through the treasure and the mana shield as if they were intangible, entering the realm without resistance.
These lights landed precisely on the middle-aged cultivator, instantly transforming into incredibly tough ropes, tightly binding his entire body.
The middle-aged cultivator only felt that his internal mana was being firmly suppressed by a mysterious force, leaving him unable to move or operate.
Even the magic treasures he had previously summoned lost their support and control without mana, falling like kites with broken strings, wobbling down from the sky.
"What!"
"What kind of treasure is this??"
The middle-aged cultivator’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief and despair, his heart consud with terror.
He truly couldn’t understand what kind of magical treasure this was, capable of ignoring the obstruction of mana and mana barriers, completely sealing the mana of a Middle Stage Golden Core cultivator like himself.
"Slash!"
In an instant, Xu Ping’s figure flickered and disappeared from its original position.
Then, a sky-piercing sword light slashed toward him like lightning, with an imposing force as if to split the heavens and the earth.
"Help...."
The middle-aged cultivator’s eyes showed intense fear, his survival instinct prompting him to attempt a cry for help.
However, before he could finish speaking, the sky-piercing sword light rcilessly severed his head.
Blood spurted from his neck like a fountain, blossoming into a magnificent yet terrifying blood flower in the air.
His body fell like a lifeless log, crashing heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"How could this happen?"
Yang Lang, engaged in intense combat with the Water Lake Rat from a distance, caught sight of this scene out of the corner of his eye, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets in shock.
He had hoped the middle-aged cultivator could defeat Xu Ping, and then they would join forces to deal with the Water Lake Rat.
But reality, like a heavy club, completely shattered his fantasy.
The middle-aged cultivator was so helpless under Xu Ping’s hands and was cut down in the blink of an eye. This sudden turn of events left his mind blank.
Fear instantly washed over him like a tidal wave, sending chills from his soles up to the top of his head.
"Yang Lang, you’re next!"
Xu Ping’s gaze was icy cold, like two sharp cold knives, shooting straight at Yang Lang, his eyes radiating killing intent.
"I am an outer elder of the Hundred Bamboo Sect. If you kill , the Hundred Bamboo Sect will never let you go."
Yang Lang, suppressing the surging terror in his heart, glared with wide eyes, attempting to threaten with a harsh tone.
anwhile, his eyes kept wandering left and right, seemingly unintentionally, but actually searching for any possible escape route.
"Humph!"
Xu Ping snorted coldly, a trace of penetrating coldness appearing in his eyes.
Although he was certainly not a match for a Nascent Soul-level sect like the Hundred Bamboo Sect.
But as long as he could handle the beginning and end of this incident cleanly, without leaving any trace, who would know he was the murderer?
"Explode!"
With life hanging by a thread, Yang Lang, in despair, made a desperate decision, hoping to find a slim chance of survival.
He resolutely made a crazy choice—detonating all three controlling puppets directly.
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