"Don't hit people in the face, you son of a ****!"
The black-robed man was terrified. He spewed curses as he staggered backward.
He stared at Fei Luo, who stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes brimming with shock.
"Foundation Establishment Peak Stage—he's at least at Foundation Establishment Peak Stage. A Foundation Establishment Peak Stage cultivator this young? How is that possible?" The black-robed man's expression shifted wildly. Feeling the burning pain on his face, he pulled something from his pocket.
It was a yellow talisman, marked with an abstruse design that looked like a chicken's claw.
"Xiao Luo, that's the Demonic Vajra Talisman from Corpse Raising Valley. Be careful." The moment Uncle Nine saw the talisman, he warned him.
The Demonic Vajra Talisman was the equivalent of the Maoshan Sect's Mighty Vajra Talisman, but the former was more overbearing and sinister. It could multiply one's strength several times, but came with severe side effects. A secret technique was needed to make up for the damage to the body.
"No matter. He's just a clown." Fei Luo smiled faintly, watching the black-robed man before him with interest.
Hearing Fei Luo's taunt only made the black-robed man angrier. "Kid, I've never seen a genius as young as you in my life. It's a shame you'll die here today."
With that, the black-robed man began chanting. Flames suddenly burst from the talisman in his hand, reducing it to ash.
At that moment, the black-robed man's strength and speed increased in a bizarre fashion. Veins bulged at his temples, and his arms swelled like coiling dragons.
Whoosh!
"Throat-Ripping Claw."
The black-robed man vanished like a ghost, appearing at Fei Luo's side. His enormous claw, radiating a chill, swept toward Fei Luo's throat.
Fei Luo smiled, leaning slightly aside as he extended one leg.
Thud!
His foot landed squarely on the old Taoist's backside.
!!
The black-robed man jolted in shock. Caught by the sudden attack, he stumbled and fell toward the ground.
His black-qi-wreathed claw gouged a huge hole in the earth, and he instantly sprang up like a carp, adjusting his position.
But before he could steady himself, Fei Luo kicked at his backside again, like a father spanking his son.
Thud!
This time, the black-robed man had nothing to brace himself against. He took the kick squarely and pitched forward, landing face-first in the wilderness.
The ridiculous sight made even Uncle Nine struggle to keep from laughing.
Wasn't this just too much?
At that moment, Uncle Nine couldn't help feeling a little sympathy for the black-robed man. Fei Luo was treating him like a monkey, and he didn't even know it.
"Dammit!!!"
The black-robed man got to his feet, his face caked with fresh dirt. Eyes bloodshot, he glared at Fei Luo, who stood not far away.
Something was wrong. There was something wrong with this kid. Could he be...?
Golden Core Realm?
At the thought, the black-robed man's breath caught. His eyes filled with disbelief.
Fei Luo looked barely over twenty.
In this Age of Declining Dharma, most people of that age were at the third or fourth layer of the Qi Refining Realm. Anyone who reached the fifth or sixth layer was already considered a genius.
Being at Foundation Establishment Peak Stage in his early twenties was already enough to leave the black-robed man awestruck. But everything he had seen suggested that the kid before him wasn't merely at the Foundation Establishment Realm. Even after tripling his own strength, he was no match for him. There was only one possible explanation.
Golden Core Realm. The kid before him was definitely a Golden Core Realm cultivator.
"Feng Shui Master, you're too weak. Tell me, how would you like to die?" Fei Luo looked at the black-robed man, already losing interest.
He'd wanted to see what unusual tricks these so-called evil cultivators from Corpse Raising Valley had up their sleeves. As a transmigrator from a later era, Fei Luo was curious about everything in this age.
He'd seen ghosts and zombies, but this was his first time meeting an evil cultivator.
But judging by the situation, the evil cultivator had sorely disappointed him. Setting aside those underhanded, sinister methods, there was nothing special about his combat skills.
"How I'd like to die?"
"Heh, heh, heh..."
The black-robed man brushed the dirt from his face and laughed sinisterly. "I never imagined I'd run into a genius like you, old Taoist that I am. Killing a genius like you would be worth any price."
As he spoke, the black-robed man took out another item.
The moment Uncle Nine saw it, he was horrified. "Blood Demon Pill? Xiao Luo, quick, finish him off!"
"Hm?" Fei Luo was confused by Uncle Nine's words. He watched the blood-red pill in the man's hand, curious.
The black-robed man's transformation over the next moment proved why Uncle Nine was so alarmed.
The Blood Demon Pill was refined from the heart's blood of young children using a secret method from Corpse Raising Valley. It could increase the user's cultivation tenfold!
Tenfold cultivation was about equal to the peak of the False Core Realm.
But the method was far too cruel, and its side effects on the user were severe. At best, it rapidly aged one's blood and vitality, greatly shortening one's lifespan. At worst, it risked leaving one an idiot or driving one into cultivation deviation. It was one of Corpse Raising Valley's most closely guarded secrets.
"Master, don't panic. Let your disciple see what this fellow can do. That way, when I roam the martial world in the future, I won't tarnish your good name." Fei Luo made no move to stop the black-robed man. He just wanted to see what this so-called evil technique could do.
No matter what, the black-robed man wouldn't survive.
"Well..." Three dark lines appeared on Uncle Nine's forehead. He found himself at a loss for words.
That was true. Fei Luo was too young and hadn't seen much.
Young people were always curious about new things.
"Kid, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death." The black-robed man's aura surged tenfold. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair stood on end, and black veins spread across his cheeks. His lips turned black, making him look grotesque.
"Boom!"
The black-robed man struck with one palm, unleashing a bolt of Yin Thunder that shot toward Fei Luo.
Faced with this spell, Fei Luo showed no fear. He shifted and easily dodged it.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
"Let's see how long you can keep dodging! Yin Thunder Curse!"
The black-robed man formed a hand seal with one hand and kept releasing Yin Thunder with the other. The power of his spell had clearly reached the False Core Realm.
Each bolt of Yin Thunder blasted a hole several yards wide in the ground.
This was another ability of the Golden Core Realm: the ability to release spells at will, provided one had enough magical power to fuel them.
The black-robed man had taken the Blood Demon Pill and was now fighting by burning through his potential, but he was confident he could finish Fei Luo off before the medicine wore off.
One strike from the Yin Thunder would turn Fei Luo into charred remains.
No mortal body could dodge thunder.
Uncle Nine was extremely tense as he watched Fei Luo weave back and forth.
"Playing with thunder? Had enough yet? You dare call that electric snake thunder?" Fei Luo flashed ten meters away and looked at the black-robed man with disdain.
"Good heavens! Run, run, run!"
The black-robed man had no idea what was going on. But the next moment, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he spun around and ran.
Uncle Nine's mouth fell open in shock as well.
Fei Luo formed a hand seal with one hand. At once, an oppressive force like the might of heaven itself swept down. A bolt of thunder as thick as a barrel tore through layer upon layer of clouds, raging down from the Ninth Heaven toward the black-robed man.
"Boom!"
The black-robed man was fast, but the thunder was faster. In the blink of an eye, it swallowed him whole. He was charred to a crisp without even managing to scream.
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