The dark-robed cultivator had just crushed a skull, which was a special spiritual artifact refined from his own essence blood.
It was also known as a Blood Tool.
Inside the Blood Tool was a sealed path of Obliterating Blood Light, possessing extrely strong offensive capabilities, capable of cutting through the Body Protection spells or magic artifacts of Purple Mansion cultivators.
Once struck by the Obliterating Blood Light, the victim would suffer from the effect of burning blood and incinerating flesh.
Using their fresh blood as fuel, they would be burned alive into ashes!
This was the dark-robed cultivator's strongest trump card. If it weren't for almost being crushed by Wang Chen's Vajra Fist, he wouldn't have used this ace up his sleeve so easily.
After all, it was a one-ti spiritual artifact.
Yet the dark-robed cultivator could never have imagined that his trump card would be ineffective against Wang Chen.
"Heavenly Dragon Vajra thod!"
The dark-robed cultivator squeezed a few words through clenched teeth, the venom in his eyes almost taking physical form.
With his vast experience, he recognized at a glance that Wang Chen had cultivated the Heavenly Dragon Vajra thod from the Heavenly Dragon Temple in the Western Region, and he had cultivated this Body Refinent technique to a very high realm.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible to resist his Obliterating Blood Light!
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The dark-robed cultivator also saw that Wang Chen's real cultivation level was rely primary-tier Purple Mansion, which in his peak period, he could have easily handled a cultivator of this level without expending much effort.
But now he felt sowhat at a loss!
Seeing the situation turning dire, the dark-robed cultivator gritted his teeth and raised his right palm to heavily slam down.
However, just at that mont, a blinding Sword Light flashed before his eyes.
Flying Sword!
Unable to help himself, the dark-robed cultivator let out a strange cry, mana surged within him, and the robes he was wearing suddenly billowed. Blood tentacles as thick as a child's arm erged from his back out of thin air.
Intertwining, they moved to confront the Wind Thunder Sword that Wang Chen had just unleashed!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sword Qi crisscrossed, severing sections of the blood tentacles, with droplets of filthy blood spraying like rain.
While the Wind Thunder Sword was sharp, the blood tentacles summoned by the dark-robed cultivator seed endless. For every one cut down, two new ones erged, protecting himself tightly.
Wang Chen felt a chill in his heart.
He could now be one hundred percent certain that this dark-robed cultivator was a Demon Cultivator.
Demon Cultivators in the world of Immortal Cultivation were like rats crossing the street, despised by everyone, more detested than even Evil Cultivators.
Because Demon Cultivators enjoyed using the flesh, blood, and Divine Souls of other cultivators to cultivate spells, or to refine Magic Artifacts, Pills, and the like.
The most important thing was, Demon Cultivators weren't as easily identified as Evil Cultivators. They too possessed desires and emotions. As long as they could conceal or disguise their mana aura, they could easily infiltrate Immortal Cities and even sects.
Once Demon Cultivators caused trouble, it often led to widespread death, with nurous cases of a city being annihilated!
Because of the great danger they posed, upon encountering a Demon Cultivator, even True Immortals of the Nascent Soul stage wouldn't mind taking action against Qi Cultivation juniors.
And they wouldn't tarnish their reputations by doing so.
Therefore, very few Demon Cultivators would show their faces in public, their sects stayed hidden from the world, and their movents were even more unpredictable.
Wang Chen didn't know why this Demon Cultivator was hiding underground in the mines or what connection he had with the Grey Wolf Bandits, but he was acutely aware that continuing the stalemate was unfavorable to him.
Because without a doubt, this was the strongest opponent he had encountered so far!
With thoughts as quick as lightning, Wang Chen swiftly swung his hands, casting out more than a dozen teor Fire Talismans in one breath!
These Talismans exploded into a series of searing fireballs after flying out about fifteen steps, all hurtling towards the dark-robed cultivator on the altar.
But Wang Chen didn't expect that re first-tier Magical Talismans could harm a deeply cultivated Demon Cultivator. The mont he released the teor Fire Talismans, his figure shot out like an arrow released from a bow towards the altar.
After two consecutive uses of Shrinking Ground into Inches, Wang Chen appeared in front of the dark-robed cultivator.
Just as the dark-robed cultivator had just fended off more than a dozen teor Fireballs, Wang Chen caught him off guard with a sudden attack. The dark-robed cultivator, though surprised, didn't panic and imdiately reached out to viciously grab at Wang Chen's vital points.
His right hand transford into a blood claw in an instant, sharp as an eagle's talons and hooks!
The black-robed cultivator moved extrely fast, but Wang Chen's Vajra Fist was even faster.
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Almost in the blink of an eye, their claw and fist collided.
Boom!
The black-robed cultivator's blood claw instantly shattered, his right arm snapped with a crack on the scene, and the protective blood shield violently wobbled, on the verge of collapse.
"Ha!"
He imdiately opened his mouth and sprayed a dark red fog of blood at Wang Chen.
This cloud of blood was extrely yin and extrely poisonous, having a strong corrosive effect on magic artifacts and spiritual artifacts, and any contact with it would result in erosion and corruption that was nearly impossible to resolve.
If it was inhaled by a cultivator, within three breaths they would turn into pus!
As the black-robed cultivator spewed out this mouthful of poisonous qi-blood, his cultivation level imdiately dropped by thirty percent, and his complexion beca much more sallow.
If he hadn't been driven to a desperate situation, he would not have expelled this life-critical breath of qi-blood.
At the mont the black-robed cultivator sprayed the blood fog, Wang Chen imdiately felt his hair stand on end, his instincts screaming a mad warning!
His body hair stood up, each straining as intuition shouted a frantic alarm!
But at this ti, Wang Chen had no retreat.
He didn't want to retreat either. He imdiately exhaled and shouted, "Ha!"
A streak of glinting light burst forth, instantly piercing through the dark red blood fog and entering the black-robed cultivator's forehead.
It was the Sword Pill that Wang Chen had sealed inside his body.
The blades of the Sword Pill, having been corroded by the blood fog while passing through it, lost much of their sharpness, but still penetrated the black-robed cultivator's skull, destroying his Sea of Consciousness.
And as Wang Chen spat out the Sword Pill, his body suddenly flew backward.
Barely avoiding the oncoming blood fog.
Without the black-robed cultivator's control, the dark red blood fog continued to fly forward for more than ten steps, eventually turning into droplets of contaminated blood that fell on the altar, which actually corroded deep holes into it.
Thump!
The black-robed cultivator fell backward, his limbs twitched a few tis, and then there was no more movent.
Huh?
Wang Chen thought the other party was dead, but did not see the prompt that he had obtained Heavenly rit.
He imdiately urged the Wind Thunder Sword that was hovering in the air, ready to decapitate the head of the demon cultivator.
Even if the opponent had exceptionally tenacious vitality, decapitation ant certain death.
However, just as the Flying Sword was about to slice through the black-robed cultivator's neck, Wang Chen stopped his action.
He thought for a mont and then took out a dark gold rope from his Storage Bag and threw it out.
The rope, like a spirit snake, quickly wrapped around the black-robed cultivator on the ground, binding him tightly.
But this was clearly not enough. Wang Chen also sealed the cultivator's Qi Sea Dantian and Apex Aperture with his hands.
During this process, the black-robed cultivator remained unresponsive.
He had entered so sort of feigned death state!
Then, Wang Chen took out a silver shuttle from his Storage Bag.
When he infused mana into it, the silver shuttle imdiately made a buzzing sound and flew out of his hand.
It turned into a streak of light, piercing through the thick rock above and disappearing from view.
Wang Chen sat down calmly, guarding the black-robed cultivator on the ground, circulating his energy while silently waiting.
He was waiting for soone's arrival!
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