Cultivation: I Have a Golden Talisman

Corpse Venerable Elder sneered, "Indeed. Evil Maitreya is a dear friend of mine. Today, I shall test your esteemed sect’s Divine Techniques."

As he spoke, a blood-red lotus platform slowly materialized beneath his feet, releasing an astonishing wave of sanguine energy.

The Blood Feather Sect Master on the other side remained silent. Three demonic figures emerged from the emerald flames behind her. Upon closer inspection, these creatures had exposed flesh and tangled muscles. They stood ten zhang tall with white hair and red eyes, and they lunged toward Fang Cheng, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

They were all Tier Three Demons.

Meanwhile, Corpse Venerable Elder flicked his Duster. A torrent of countless golden-green lights, mixed with thousands of blood-flame rockets, rained down upon Fang Cheng.

Outside Taiyue Mountain, the area instantly transformed into a volcanic sea of arrows and a thousand-layered ocean of blood, dyeing the very sky a dark crimson. The booming thunder sounded like a million celestial drums beating in a furious, rapid rhythm, their echoes causing the mountains to cry out and the earth to tremble.

The clash between Life Soul Cultivators was far more spectacular than one between Life Talisman cultivators. Never mind the members of the Yinluo Sect; even in the Wilderness Domain, where Life Soul Cultivators were numerous, it was rare to witness such a battle up close.

Outside Taiyue Mountain, the Mountain Protection Array activated in response, its restrictive light descending to block the aftershocks of the battle.

Everyone watched with rapt attention. Amidst the sky full of blood-red rockets, a vigorous sword light danced like a swimming dragon playing in the sea. It weaved through the air, faster than lightning, completely unfazed by the blood-flame rockets.

In contrast, the three demons, wreathed in emerald flames, fearlessly clashed head-on with the sword light several times. Each time they were sliced in two, countless fleshy tendrils would sprout from the wounds, pulling them back together, after which they would once again charge at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng snorted coldly and held back no longer. His Bronze Battle Armor materialized around him, and the power of his sword light instantly rose to another level!

A formless sword light tore through the sky of blood-red flames. The three demons happened to be perfectly aligned, and in an instant, they were sliced into six pieces by the incomparably sharp blade.

Immediately after, a jet-black, flame-like Demonic Light swept over them. The blazing fire latched onto the demons’ bodies and flared violently, incinerating all three to ash in a heartbeat.

The Blood Feather Sect Master, clad in black gauze, let out a miserable cry. The top of her black gauze dress suddenly ripped open, revealing three white-haired, red-eyed skulls, each the size of a fist, nailed to her body. They were frantically devouring her flesh and blood.

Her expression twisted in agony, the Blood Feather Sect Master shrieked and flew hastily toward Corpse Venerable Elder, crying out, "Daoist friend, save me!"

Under the backlash from her demons, she had completely disregarded the fact that she was in the middle of a perilous battle.

A flash of sword light streaked across the sky, and the Blood Feather Sect Master’s head slid from her neck.

The corner of Corpse Venerable Elder’s eye twitched. Seeing this, the thought of retreat instantly bloomed in his mind. He hastily urged his magical artifact, sending the blood-flame rockets flying wildly in all directions. More than half of them shot toward the earth at the foot of Taiyue Mountain, while he himself transformed into a streak of yellow light and fled toward the sea of clouds in the outer sky.

He had originally planned for his barrage of blood-flame rockets to either kill his opponent or, at the very least, wound and trap them, no matter how high their Magical Power was. They would then be finished off by the Blood Feather Sect Master’s demons.

Who would have thought his opponent could become one with their sword? Their Sword Technique was so brilliant it was simply inconceivable, and they hadn’t been scratched at all.

The moment the Blood Feather Sect Master was slain, more than half of his courage vanished.

In a flash, a sky-shattering sword light shot into the firmament, chasing after the yellow light that was Corpse Venerable Elder and vanishing in the blink of an eye.

As for the blood-flame rockets Corpse Venerable Elder had sent into the ground, they were silently neutralized by an unseen force, leaving nothing but quiet stillness.

On Taiyue Mountain, all the cultivators fell silent.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a sword light flashed in the sky. Fang Cheng descended, his wide sleeves fluttering, holding a head with white hair, a silver beard, and eyes wide with fury. He casually tossed it to the ground.

As for Corpse Venerable Elder’s body, it was nowhere to be seen.

"Someone, hang this head outside the mountain gate as a warning."

A Disciple of the Yinluo Sect immediately stepped forward to carry out the order.

When the many cultivators who had come to attend the ceremony looked at Fang Cheng again, their gazes held a new, unidentifiable emotion.

The crowd did not linger. After stepping forward to offer a few words of praise, they took their leave one after another.