Chapter 37: Reverse Slaying (Part 1)

At this moment, Lin Yi had completely become a person standing alone without any allies.

From the time he led a group of State of Zhao Nascent Soul Cultivators to hunt down Sun Xuan until now,

the State of Zhao Nascent Soul Cultivators had either died or fled at the hands of Sun Xuan.

Facing Sun Xuan all by himself at this moment, Lin Yi suddenly felt a slight chill in his heart.

However, matters had reached this step, and there was no longer any possibility of reconciliation between him and Sun Xuan.

Next, Sun Xuan did not directly make a move to deal with Lin Yi.

Instead, he and Lin Yi fought and traveled along the way.

Then, they successively annihilated Piaomiao Sect, Nuntian School, Heavenly Dao Gate, Wufeng Valley, Jimie Sect, and the State of Zhao branch of the Corpse Yin Sect.

Along the way, the eight major Schools of the State of Zhao were all annihilated by Sun Xuan in one fell swoop.

Like a hunted beast surrounded by hunters, Lin Yi had completely fallen into a state of being besieged on all sides.

Above a mountain range in the State of Zhao, Sun Xuan and Lin Yi stood in mid-air, confronting each other.

"Envoy Lin, this place has clear waters and lush mountains, making it quite suitable as your burial site. What do you think?"

Sun Xuan looked with a cold expression at Lin Yi before him, whose hair and beard were disheveled, whose breathing was heavy, and whose eyes were completely bloodshot, and spoke softly.

"Who will emerge victorious is still unknown.

Do not think that after killing a few early and Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators, you are invincible under heaven.

You are, after all, merely at the Nascent Soul realm.

Whereas this old man is at the Soul Transformation stage!"

At this exact moment, Lin Yi suddenly calmed down again, and spoke to Sun Xuan with a somewhat ethereal tone.

"Oh! Is that so?

In that case, let us see the true chapters under our hands!"

Hearing this, Sun Xuan spoke softly.

Raising a hand, a ball of dark green flame emerged from Sun Xuan's hand, continuously emitting soul-capturing eerie fluctuations.

Along this journey, Sun Xuan had devoured so many Nascent Souls.

A large amount of Nascent Soul essence was absorbed by Sun Xuan, and at this moment, his cultivation had reached the Pseudo-God realm, which was only half a step away from Soul Transformation.

Slaughtering Lin Yi, who was at the bottom tier among Soul Transformation Cultivators, Sun Xuan still had a certain degree of confidence at this moment.

"Go!"

Seeing the mana spewing from Sun Xuan's hand, the Yin Corpse Poison Fire swelled drastically.

Then Sun Xuan reached his hand into the Yin Corpse Poison Fire and gently pulled outward.

A dark green sharp sword formed by the Yin Corpse Poison Fire immediately took shape in Sun Xuan's hand.

Then Sun Xuan formed an incantation gesture and pointed towards Lin Yi's direction, and the dark green sharp sword instantly shot towards Lin Yi.

"Boom!"

Seeing this, Lin Yi refused to show weakness; with a grab of both hands, he immediately grasped the two half-moon-shaped Magic Treasures hovering around his body.

Driven by Lin Yi, the two oddly shaped Magic Treasures emitted a cold light like a chilling moon.

Then, with his fierce slash, he shattered the sharp sword formed by the Yin Corpse Poison Fire right in mid-air.

However, what Lin Yi did not expect was that after the Yin Corpse Poison Fire was shattered, it did not disappear.

Instead, like bone-attaching maggots, it rapidly spread along his Lifebound Treasure onto his body.

In just a moment's time, Lin Yi was completely covered by the Yin Corpse Poison Fire.

He became a raging, burning dark green fire figure.

Lin Yi did not Cultivate his Physical Body; although his cultivation had already reached Soul Transformation, his Physical Body strength was not very great.

At this moment, under the scorching of the Yin Corpse Poison Fire, Lin Yi immediately felt a burning sensation coming from his skin.

Gusts of piercing cold poison constantly burrowed into his body.

Under the attack of the Yin Corpse Poison Fire, Lin Yi could not help but let out a muffled grunt.

The mana on his body immediately surged out wildly, trying to extinguish the Yin Corpse Poison Fire.

However, this Yin Corpse Poison Fire was extremely troublesome; although the surging mana within Lin Yi's body isolated the cold poison within it outside of his body,

no matter what, he could not extinguish this Yin Corpse Poison Fire.

Seeing this, Lin Yi's expression instantly turned somewhat gloomy.

He simply stopped caring about the Yin Corpse Poison Fire burning on his body.

Instead, he reached out to form incantation gestures, preparing to slaughter Sun Xuan first.

In Lin Yi's mind, as long as Sun Xuan was killed, this troublesome flame without the support of Sun Xuan's mana,

would be a matter of flipping his hand to annihilate it.

Moreover, although this flame was burning on his body, it could not cause him much damage.

It merely required him to constantly consume mana to prevent the cold poison within it from spreading into his body.

Seeing Lin Yi form incantation gestures with both hands, a large area of Spiritual Qi around him was immediately stirred by Lin Yi, then rapidly gathered over.

Seeing this, Sun Xuan revealed a grim sneer at the corner of his mouth.

He reached out to guide the qixuan sword in front of him, then pressed his fingers together into a sword shape and gently wiped across the sword body.

The colorful light on the qixuan sword suddenly flourished, and then it burst forth with an earth-shaking sword hum.

Subsequently, the qixuan sword dispersed into countless colorful sword radiances, shooting towards Lin Yi like ten thousand swords returning to their ancestor.

Meanwhile, Lin Yi had already finished executing his incantation formula.

A large amount of Spiritual Qi gathered to form spears emitting dazzling white light.

With a wave of Lin Yi's large sleeve, like a torrential current, they charged straight towards the incoming colorful sword radiances.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The sounds of clashing gold and iron continuously rang out. After the colorful sword radiances and dazzling white spears collided, they constantly shattered and annihilated each other.

The immense magical duel pressure emitted caused the winds and clouds in the sky to disperse, and all beasts within the mountain forest to fall silent.

After the spears and sharp swords crossed and struck, neither Sun Xuan nor Lin Yi gained the upper hand.

It was just that Lin Yi still needed to consume a fair amount of mana to resist the cold poison constantly emanating from the Yin Corpse Poison Fire.

Therefore, his consumption of mana was much greater than Sun Xuan's.

Seeing that the qixuan sword could do nothing to Lin Yi,

Sun Xuan flipped his hand and put away the qixuan sword.

Then the mana within his body surged, and the Withered Blood Soul-Devouring Demonic Art was operated at full strength by Sun Xuan at this moment.

A dazzling black-red demonic light burst forth from within Sun Xuan's body.

The soul garment attached inside Sun Xuan's body had its lower half rooted motionless within Sun Xuan's body.

Its upper body swayed slightly and transformed into dozens of demonic shadows.

Then, like a peacock opening its tail, they emerged from behind Sun Xuan.

Immediately following that, the dozens of demonic shadows rapidly elongated, waving their hands and launching a fierce attack towards Lin Yi.

After devouring so many Nascent Souls, the demonic shadows condensed by the Withered Blood Soul-Devouring Demonic Art had undergone tremendous changes.

Although all the devoured Nascent Soul essence was fed back to Sun Xuan and absorbed by him to enhance his cultivation,

the chaotic memories left behind after the Nascent Souls were devoured, along with malicious emotions such as curses and fear before the Cultivators died and other dregs,

were all absorbed and assimilated into the soul garment, giving this soul garment a very evil, charming, and bizarre power.

Looking at the demonic shadows charging towards him like a dance of heavenly demons,

Lin Yi's expression could not help but become somewhat grave.

Seeing Lin Yi raise a hand, a golden shield instantly emerged from his hand.

Then, with a slight sway, it expanded to over a person's height, protecting Lin Yi entirely behind it.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

The demonic shadows raised their hands to bombard the shield, instantly producing a series of roaring sounds like beating drums.

The golden shield constantly trembled under the bombardment of the demonic shadows.

Meanwhile, Lin Yi, hiding behind the shield, experienced a drastic change in expression at this moment.

Lin Yi sensed that streams of chaotic emotions unexpectedly ignored the shield's defense.

They continuously poured into his Divine Soul and memories.

Under this bizarre Divine Soul impact, Lin Yi felt dizzy spells wash over him, and even the mana within his body became somewhat uncontrollable.