Chapter 785: Chapter 785: Self-Detonation of the Golden Core_1 Chapter 785: Chapter 785: Self-Detonation of the Golden Core_1 “How dare you!”
The elder’s face darkened again as he raised his hand and shot out a mana, instantly wrapping Malcolm Gill in it, forming a barrier.
He thought this would protect Malcolm Gill, but the next second, his eyes went wide with shock.
Spurt—
The layer of protection that the elder had given Malcolm Gill, along with his own, totalling two layers of Protective Gang Qi, was pierced through as if it were made of paper by the Sword Qi.
Spurt, spurt, spurt—
A dozen streams of Sword Qi successively stabbed Malcolm Gill’s body, turning it into a sieve.
Malcolm Gill seed unable to believe he had died just like that, he even tried to look down at his wounds, but the multiple piercing injuries imdiately robbed his body of vitality.
Thump!
The sound of the corpse falling struck everyone’s heart like a drum, snapping all of them to attention at that mont.
The crowd glanced at the body lying on the ground without a trace of sympathy, feeling that even killing him like this let him off too easily.
On the other side, when the elder witnessed this scene, his face turned ashen with rage and he bellowed, “To dare kill soone right in front of , it’s simply too arrogant!”
Nelson Rice, the monk, was imdiately intimidated and pointing at the elder’s nose, he cursed, “You old fossil, with the atrocities your Tai Xu Sect has committed, you still have the face to bla others?”
He then spilled everything the Tai Xu Sect had done in the secret realm.
Hearing those horrific details, the others were inflad with righteous indignation and joined Nelson Rice in cursing.
The elder’s face turned a ferrous blue from the scolding, but still retorted stubbornly, “Why should my Tai Xu Sect have to explain our actions to you?”
Greg Jensen said coldly, “From beginning to end, we never wanted your explanations. The only reason we’re telling you all this is so you die with a clear understanding!”
“You think you can kill ? That’s laugh—” The elder had not finished his sentence when he noticed, to his horror, that dense Sword Qi had appeared all around him, a quick count revealed at least dozens of them.
Only at that mont did he realize what Malcolm Gill had just gone through.
It was terrifying!
Before the fight had even started, he was silently surrounded by the opponent’s Sword Qi—how was he to fight back?
The elder’s expression sank, and he imdiately unleashed the might of a Golden Core True Monarch, pressing down fiercely.
However, he soon discovered that the young man opposite him had undergone a change in aura.
If before Greg Jensen was just an ordinary cultivator, now he had beco as imposing as a mountain.
The elder was horrified to find that the young man’s aura was in no way weaker than his own.
“You… you’re a Golden Core?”
The elder exclaid in shock: “Impossible, how can you be a Golden Core? This era no longer allows for Golden Cores to exist!”
Nelson Rice scoffed, “I forgot to ntion earlier, the Blood Spirit Pill that your Tai Xu Sect ca up with was consud by my nephew, Teresa Cotes.”
“You… you dare to plunder the resources of the Tai Xu Sect?”
“Go to hell, you shaless old thing!”
Nelson Rice pointed at the elder and cursed, “That Blood Spirit Pill was refined using the blood and life force of the people from my Hanging Temple; how did it beco yours, Tai Xu Sect?”
The elder, having been in a deep slumber for over a thousand years, was already slow-witted and was promptly smoked with anger by Nelson Rice’s scolding.
Shaking all over, he pointed at Nelson Rice and shouted furiously, “I, I will kill you!”
Greg Jensen said coldly, “You better worry about yourself first!”
After speaking, he couldn’t be bothered to waste more words on the elder. He frowned slightly and coldly pointed forward.
The Sword Qi, like soldiers following an order, reversed their tips toward the elder and then thrust down fiercely.
“Ah, you little…”
The elder’s face drained of color, and he quickly summoned all his mana, churning the blood within his body to form layers of Protective Gang Qi around him.
However, before the sharp Sword Qi, all the Protective Gang Qi was like paper-mâché, offering no defense at all.
Pu pu pu—
Several transparent holes were imdiately pierced through the elder’s body, but after all, he was a Golden Core True Monarch, with extrely tenacious vitality.
Even with such severe injuries, he still did not die.
The elder’s face beca twisted with rage as he spat maliciously, “Today I’ll fight you to the end!”
Before the words fell, the elder’s figure suddenly shot up in size, and then his skin displayed a dense network of blood vessels.
Within every vessel, blue mana surged wildly.
Greg Jensen, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but turn pale with fright and bellowed, “Run, he is going to self-detonate his Golden Core!”
The traditions of Hanging Temple and Tranquil Nunnery were comparatively short-lived; their Sects might not have records of what self-detonating one’s Golden Core entailed.
Therefore, Monk Nelson Rice and Abbess Teresa Cotes were slow to react, standing frozen in place with bewildered expressions as they gazed at Greg Jensen.
Luis Cotes, however, reacted instantly. Hearing Jensen’s warning, she didn’t hesitate for a mont, pulling Teresa Cotes with her as she fled.
Seeing this, Monk Nelson Rice and the others quickly followed suit.
“Think you can escape? No way!”
The elder let out a sinister laugh, forming several spells with a flick of his hand, and a bright barrier imdiately rose up around the entire back mountain.
Jensen’s face turned cold, and without looking back, he ordered, “Cliff Simmons, hurry and break the Formation, take them and leave.”
“Ah, okay… Yes.”
Simmons, reacting instinctively, imdiately pulled out his Compass and began to assess the entrapnt Formation before him.
anwhile, the elder’s aura surged trendously, even surpassing Jensen’s, pressing close to the mid-to-late stages of the Golden Core.
Self-detonating one’s Golden Core, as the na suggested, ant to deliberately shatter the Golden Core within one’s body to gain a temporary elevation in realm, a thod of injuring the enemy at the cost of severe self-harm.
In other words, after starting the self-detonation of his Golden Core, the elder had no intention of surviving.
Furthermore, those who self-detonate their Golden Core can also accelerate the explosion process.
If quick enough, that person is essentially a bomb, their body set to explode outright.
The released catastrophic energy could be compared to that of a miniature nuclear bomb.
If they were to allow the elder to self-detonate without restraint, none of those present, including Jensen, would be spared.
Fortunately, the elder did not possess the determination to die; his aura climbed to its peak and his complexion seemingly improved, with the holes pierced by the Sword Qi appearing to have healed.
Jensen knew this was an illusion. As soon as the mana released from the self-detonation of the Golden Core ran out, the elder would certainly be dead.
“Hahaha, it feels great to be back at the peak!”
The elder looked up at Jensen and said coldly, “Kid, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.
If you are willing to beco an honorary elder of the Sect and vow with your Daoist heart to protect the Sect all your life, I might let you off.”
Jensen sneered, “With all the despicable things your Sect has done, I’d rather destroy it than beco an honorary elder. Dream on!”
The elder’s expression darkened as he said icily, “Then don’t bla for being ruthless!”
“I never intended to be courteous with you!”
Jensen glanced at Simmons, noticing he was close to finding the Array’s Life Gate, and without further hesitation, he stretched out his hand, casting a Control Thunder Formula spell toward the elder.
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