The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 465 - 271: Capturing the Enemy

In a room bathed in a serene glow, four gruff n watched as the young girl before them had a complexion ashen as death, her eye sockets already reddened early on, eyes brimming with tears she stubbornly refused to let fall. Her slender wrists stretched out, as pale as frost and more pristine than snow, with even the blue veins beneath her skin clearly visible, rendering her even more fragile and pitiable. Their hearts couldn’t help but be moved: Could it be that they had indeed wronged her?

Old K stepped forward a few paces, originally holding the Golden Shackles, ready to clasp them around her wrists. Seeing her state, he involuntarily slowed down, as if his body no longer obeyed his will, seemingly reluctant to place the shackles on her hands. After all, his cultivation was profound, and he bellowed: "Still playing tricks!" With his Dao Heart resolved, the Golden Shackles descended rapidly.

Just as the shackles were about to bind Ning Xiaoxian’s wrists, she hadn’t even opened her eyes when her hands fluttered like butterflies. In an instant, her palms stabbed downward, directly targeting Old K’s chest!

Old K had personally co forward to lock her up, having estimated that this girl’s cultivation was not deep and she would not dare confront him head-on. Little did he know, while her cultivation was indeed unremarkable, her actions were astoundingly cruel and ruthless; ignoring the three low-level cultivators, she instead targeted him, the tougher opponent. With his wealth of combat experience, he shouted without turning his head: "You guys deal with that bird!"

Yet his words were in vain, for at the sa mont, Qi Zai shot in from outside the door, its formidable claws aiming straight for the two Golden Core cultivators! Although Qi Zai was only at the mid-stage of great success in its cultivation, it boldly took on two opponents with its lightning-fast speed. Loving close combat, fighting in such a narrow space was right on its turf, causing the two Golden Core cultivators to beco utterly flustered.

How could Old K spare the ti to help them? His spiritual energy automatically ford a protective barrier, a faint yellow light rising from his body, clearly indicating an automatic defense by his magic artifact. Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes shimred with divine light; her delicate fingers suddenly changed direction, aiming for the area beneath his ribs! Old K certainly wasn’t going to sit and wait for death. Linglong Sword arose in his palm, his treasure sword aid at her shoulder. The sword light was sharp, and the Divine Skills Old K was trained in had a spiraling force. At such a close distance, being grazed by the sword tip would result in severe injury.

He firmly believed Ning Xiaoxian had no choice but to dodge. Last ti, he had also inflicted serious injury on her by activating his magic artifact. Now, he intended to do it again.

Yet Ning Xiaoxian disregarded her safety. Reaching out her hand, her wrist flipped, and Tusk appeared, now held in her grasp. At this close quarter battle, shorter was indeed more dangerous, yet her speed was twice that of Old K’s. His treasure sword had just lunged out when Tusk had already reached beneath his ribs.

Only then did Old K reveal a look of panic, for this spot was precisely the weak point on his protective Yellow Cover. This subtle point changed every minute and was difficult to grasp. Thus, cultivators hardly ever considered exploiting it as a vulnerability. However, the young girl before him noticed it and thrust directly into it with her Dagger emitting a bloody red glow. The light of the Yellow Cover flickered abruptly like a bursting soap bubble, allowing the Tusk to effortlessly penetrate his ribs!

Old K reacted swiftly; as soon as Tusk made its move, he had already retreated seven ters. The attack only left a half-inch-deep wound beneath his ribs. He let out a grim laugh. Trading injury for injury, he was still at an advantage! His Dragon Seeking Stab on her shoulder could instantly deprive her of all resistance.

Yet when Ning Xiaoxian looked up, Old K’s face truly changed. For the young girl was unhard! His strike imbued with spiritual power failed to make any impact against the Linglong Sword. How could this be possible?

But Ning Xiaoxian looked sullenly and pursed her lips, the turtle shell pendant at her waist shining with an inconspicuous flicker. Just now, in order to wound Old K Face, she activated the turtle shell refined for her by Changtian, successfully blocking his strike, but a fifth of the divine power stored within her was instantly drained!

This thing is indeed a big energy consur. It seems that in the future, unless absolutely necessary, it cannot be used recklessly. She narrowed her eyes to look at the wound beneath Old K’s ribs, put away the Tusk, and smiled: "You lost."

What nonsense was she talking about? He was still capable of continuing the fight even with such a minor injury. Old K’s face turned ashen as he stepped forward, about to use his Divine Skills again when suddenly, a stream of blood shot from the wound on his ribs, and a horrific pain spread throughout his body. Even with his two hundred years of cultivation, he had rarely experienced such terrible agony, as if his marrow was being extracted and his heart and lungs gouged out.