Different Ideals

Demon!

That was right. Wang Ping looked at the unruly young cultivator. There was not a trace of Daoist arts on him; his Primordial Spirit Consciousness was filled with indulgence toward human nature, making him seem like a wild beast.

He was exactly like the demonic cultivators from the novels and films of Wang Ping's previous life. Yet seeing such a cultivator appear before his very eyes gave him the novel sensation of fantasy stepping into reality.

While Wang Ping pondered, Leng Kezhen and Qingjiang coordinated their assault. A Star God with barrier abilities and a Star God with enhancement abilities covered them from either side.

As the main attacker, Leng Kezhen wielded two horse-chopping sabers wreathed in blood-colored Demonic Qi. He closed in at an impossible-to-follow speed, tangling with his opponent at close range. Every strike locked onto the demonic cultivator's heart, the lifeline of a Star God cultivator.

Yet faced with Leng Kezhen's sharp offensive, the demonic cultivator always evaded with ease. Each time he dodged, Qingjiang's water-element spells would strike him. Her spell resembled Water Droplet Pierces Stone, but was far more concealed; only a droplet the size of an embroidery needle streaked through the starry sky.

The droplet appeared inconspicuous, yet every meteorite it touched was pierced through, then frozen into ice before being ground into dregs by the flowing Water Spirit Qi.

But the metal sphere in the demonic cultivator's right hand was no mere decoration. It emitted rings of Corrosion light, shattering every incoming droplet while leaving him more than capable of counterattacking Leng Kezhen at close quarters.

Their fierce battle lasted only a few breaths, yet it shattered meteorites across dozens of kilometers of starfield. As the corrosive green halos interwove with the dazzling Artifact Cultivator formations, even space itself began to collapse.