With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World Chapter 33: Li Jin Takes Action

The Bone Demon’s silhouette was slender, devoid of any flesh and blood, and its whole body seed to be assembled from pieces of eerie white bones. It was so slender that it seed a single punch could shatter him, yet the bloodstains of the Hundred-ard Eye Demon dyed upon his body were so glaringly conspicuous.

All the eyes on the Hundred-ard Eye Demon’s arms showed a look of fear.

A hundred hands struggled to crawl into the darkness with their broken bodies, seemingly trying to escape from the demon before them.

Blood sared a trail of stains across the earth.

In the next mont, the ground suddenly wriggled, and bones drilled out from the earth, viciously stabbing into the Hundred-ard Eye Demon’s body.

The Hundred-ard Eye Demon’s body instantly turned into a dried corpse.

Everyone present was stunned into silence, the heart of the blue-clothed youth pounded wildly; from this demon, he saw a terrifying torrent of blood as if it was a Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea.

"This... this is, a Mortal Transcendence Demon..."

Despair shone in the blue-clothed youth’s eyes.

The other three fell weakly to the ground.

A Mortal Transcendence Demon, a powerful entity only Immortal Masters could deal with, which ordinary folks hardly ever encountered in the wild.

Evil-Inviting Powder... Evil-Inviting Powder couldn’t possibly summon such an entity.

"To think it is a Mortal Transcendence Demon... How could an old man like hope to handle such a thing..."

Elder Mo’s face twitched, but he managed to stimulate his body’s blood and qi, slowly rising from the ground.

"Well then, Uncle Xun, go back and tell the Patriarch, Li Mo owes the Xun Family nothing in this life."

Elder Mo gripped the short spear tightly, his blood and qi igniting explosively, and the trace of Origin Blood within his marrow constantly volatilizing, rging into his entire body’s blood and qi.

This caused Elder Mo’s black hair to flutter without wind, his blood and qi reaching its peak.

This was the last resort for all Martial Artists, the evaporation of Origin Blood in the marrow signified no hope for future advancent, and potentially greatly decreased lifespan.

For middle-aged and elderly Martial Artists, volatilizing Origin Blood ant... death.

"Wretched creature, your opponent is Li Mo of Mingwu City, forr Martial Arts Hall Master of Luofeng, now Xun Family’s Honored Guest Elder!"

Li Mo’s eyes were crimson, yet the Bone Demon did not pay him any attention; his blood and qi flas faintly ford into the shape of a Jiao Dragon above him, roaring synchronously with Li Mo.

"Go!" Uncle Xun, the blue-clad youth gritted his teeth, picking up the Vermilion Bird Lamp intending to leave.

This was the fleeting chance for survival Li Mo had secured for them.

Contrarily, the almond-eyed woman and the woman in white were limp on the ground, without any strength left to move, while another man scrambled to flee with the Vermilion Bird Lamp.

"Xun Li! Get over here!" Uncle Xun yelled angrily.

Xun Li ignored him.

"Brother Jiang, please assist!" Uncle Xun helplessly turned to Jiang Ming.

The Little White Deer at Jiang Ming’s feet glared angrily at the Bone Demon, as Jiang Ming observed the Bone Demon and Little White Deer’s mutual gaze, without acknowledging Li Mo.

He pondered, "Little White, is it here for you?"

"Hmm."

The Bone Demon felt slightly annoyed at that mont, with a slight movent of his fingers, the bone spurs extending from his fingertips imdiately retracted back into the ground.

"Annoying!"

The next second, the bone spurs abruptly flew towards Li Mo.

Li Mo’s short spear vibrated, faintly sounding like a dragon’s roar.

"Weapon—"

A violent clash sounded, and the short spear was knocked flying.

Li Mo reacted rapidly, barely dodging the strike.

"What?"

Determined to fight to the death, Li Mo planned to charge with bare fists.

Yet the bone spurs steadily retracted.

The Bone Demon eyed him with a hint of confusion.

Jiang Ming’s gaze was calm; he held a golden, edged card in his hand, depicting an old man with completely contained aura, seemingly ordinary.

Before Jiang Ming, a figure stood like a massive barrier, blocking all daunting torrents of horror.

The elderly man’s head bore black locks mixed with strands of white, clad in simple azure, a longsword hung at his waist.

He slowly opened his eyes, reminiscent of an awakening dragon.

"This is... another world..."

The old man murmured softly, his swift glance took in his surroundings before settling on the Bone Demon.

"I see..."

Soon, he absorbed the information in his mind.

"Jiang Ming, request Senior Li Jin’s intervention!"

"Jiang Ming... such a familiar na..."

Jiang Ming—a na he bore in his last life, and even the life before that.

According to the system’s data, Jiang Ming here was a version of himself crossing over to another world; he had co to aid another version of himself.

Li Jin’s hand gradually gripped the longsword at his waist.

This was the Cyan Blade from the Cultivator.

"This old man has ventured the world and t a few Exotic Beasts, but one like you... is the first."

In an instant, the Bone Demon vanished; he appeared before Li Jin.

Li Jin’s wielded sword unsheathed.

"Heaven-Cutting!"

Li Jin’s deanor shifted dramatically; he was no longer an ordinary old man.

He was instead a proud Sword Cultivator.

Sword Intent surged.

True Qi swiftly infused into the Cyan Blade, even intermingled with traces of Qi-Blood attaching.

The sword light flickered.

The robust bone spurs cleaved into halves.

A flicker of disbelief crossed the Bone Demon’s pitch-black eyes, retreating hastily.

"Who are you? Human Race’s Immortal Master?"

The Bone Demon fixated on Li Jin.

"Move aside; this is Demon Transformation Alliance business!"

A screechy, hoarse voice reverberated.

Li Jin’s face remained calm, his sword lightly twirling a sword flower, then resheathed.

"I see, for dealing with such creatures, Qi-Blood proves more effective than True Qi."

Li Jin tamorphosed into a phantom in the next instant.

While wrapping a layer of Qi-Blood cloak upon himself.

Under certain unique rules of this world, Qi-Blood transmuted into intense flas.

"Haoyang!"

Li Jin ford a fist imprint, his full body Qi-Blood surged, rapidly rejuvenating his appearance.

In re monts, Li Jin transford into his youthful form when he ascended the throne, exhibiting vigorous vitality.

The Qi-Blood blazed fiercely, as if Li Jin indeed turned into a radiant Haoyang.

"Is this... an Immortal Master?"

Li Mo initially intended to assist; irrespective of the newcor’s identity, they were here to aid him.

But witnessing this scene, Li Mo couldn’t help but think, can he really intervene?

And besides... the newcor battled using Qi-Blood!

Immortal Masters, though evolved from Martial Artists, differed greatly and seldom utilized Qi-Blood.

Yet the newcor’s aura was entirely unlike a Martial Artist!

"Ultimately, who are they..."

The thought surged through Li Mo’s mind, his eyes fixed intensely upon the battlefield.