Yingbian Realm vs. Spirit Transformation, Using Scarce Immortal Power

The ancestor of the Giant Devil Race ignored the surrounding intent; right now, he only wanted to kill Luo Chuan as quickly as possible to claim his physical body and the Heaven Defying Bead.

Although his own Giant Devil Race body was quite rare, Luo Chuan's talent was shockingly high, and he clearly did not want to miss such a golden opportunity.

Luo Chuan stared coldly at the Giant Devil Race ancestor, who was now within arm's reach. With a flash of his figure, he brought the jade flute to his lips.

In an instant, a cold, clear flute melody pierced through the wind. It lacked any gentleness, carrying instead a bone-chilling sharpness, as if countless ice blades were vibrating and rustling in the void.

The Giant Devil Race ancestor's massive palm, which had been wreathed in a foul wind, faltered. He felt the flute melody drill into his ears, shaking his blood and qi so violently that his determined killing intent dissipated slightly.

Filled with shock and rage, the Giant Devil Race ancestor tried to channel his terrestrial devil qi to force his way forward, but the flute melody suddenly climbed higher, and countless glowing vines erupted from beneath the ground.

Like living creatures, they coiled around his ankles, their thorns piercing deep into the devil's flesh, locking his movements firmly in place.

Luo Chuan's fingertips danced rapidly over the flute holes, the melody growing increasingly urgent. Pale blue sonic blades condensed in the air, swarming toward the vital points of the Giant Devil Race ancestor's body.

"Mayflies shaking a tree!"

The Giant Devil Race ancestor roared as he swung his palm to block, but the seven-colored sonic blades surged like an endless tide, tearing several gashes into his protective devil qi in the blink of an eye.

"What is this? Could it be a death curse?!"

The Giant Devil Race ancestor stared at the rainbow-like attacks in the air, his body instinctively retreating a hundred feet. He frowned in confusion, clearly unable to understand what this technique was.

"Even if your abilities are ever-changing, you cannot bridge the gap brought by the difference in cultivation levels."

The Giant Devil Race ancestor was, after all, in the early Yingbian Realm. Although he had only just broken through, the energy he unleashed was not something a Spirit Transformation stage cultivator could compare to.

"You mere Spirit Transformation brat, go to hell!"

The Giant Devil Race ancestor swung his right hand forward. A blood-red axe appeared out of thin air in his grip, and he slashed it toward Luo Chuan without hesitation.

Luo Chuan did not choose to meet the blow head-on. Although he possessed formidable strength for a Spirit Transformation cultivator, there was still a gap between him and the Yingbian Realm.

Had it been any other Spirit Transformation cultivator, they would likely have been slaughtered by the Giant Devil Race powerhouse by now.

Luo Chuan's legs exerted sudden force, his white Daoist robes brushing past the giant axe as he flew to the side. However, the Mountain Concealment Technique beneath him cracked visibly the moment it touched the axe's wake, shattering into pieces.

Seeing his attack dodged, the Giant Devil Race ancestor frowned slightly and barked, "Worthy of being the number one person on the Vermilion Bird Planet; your talent is indeed extraordinary. Yet, even with such peerless talent, you will die today!"

The Giant Devil Race ancestor stomped his right foot hard against the void, his body expanding instantly until he stood two hundred meters tall, casting a deep sense of oppression over every cultivator within the Zhao Kingdom.

So this is the divine ability of the Giant Devil Race. It is quite interesting. If not for the fact that This Seat is only at the mid-Spirit Transformation stage and lacks immortal power, I could have killed this old thing in an instant.

Luo Chuan reached out with his right hand, drawing the Dragon Cry Sword from the void and pointing it at the Giant Devil Race ancestor before him.

"It has been many years since This Seat challenged someone above my level. Since you are being so ruthless, fellow Daoist of the Giant Devil Race, then come! This Seat would like to see just how strong a newly ascended early Yingbian Realm cultivator truly is!"

The ancestor of the Giant Devil Race turned livid, his eyes fixed on the Dragon Cry Sword in Luo Chuan's hand as he gritted his teeth. "To think it is a top-tier Yingbian Realm magical treasure. I never expected that a mere brat at the Spirit Transformation stage would possess such an artifact."

"But I possess the supreme treasure of my Giant Devil Race. Even if I have to slaughter every mortal in the Zhao Kingdom today, I will crush you here."

The Giant Devil Race ancestor charged first. Despite his massive, seemingly cumbersome size, his speed was not slow at all; he was as light as a swallow.

Luo Chuan's expression remained calm. He summoned the Dragon Cry Sword, placed his hands before his chest, and pressed his index fingers and thumbs together to form a diamond shape. He whispered, "Emerge!"

The Dragon Cry Sword instantly transformed into a golden dragon that soared into the sky. A deafening dragon roar echoed across the heavens, causing the mountain ranges on either side to shatter instantly.

The dragon did not stop; it poked its head through the clouds and slammed into the Giant Devil Race powerhouse without hesitation.

"A mere Yingbian Realm magic treasure dares to oppose this old man? Get lost!"

The Giant Devil Race ancestor swung his giant axe with all his might. The axe tore through the clouds, splitting the golden dragon in two.

However, just as the Giant Devil Race ancestor thought he had the situation under control, the dragon he had split transformed into two, charging straight at him once more.

Watching the Giant Devil Race ancestor being held back, Luo Chuan felt no joy. He knew that once a member of the Giant Devil Race reached the Yingbian Realm, they gained an innate divine ability.

This ability was incredibly tyrannical; even powerhouses in the mid or late Yingbian Realm dared not touch it lightly.

After all, in the original story, Sun Tai was transported to another star system because of this Giant Devil Race ability, becoming a slave there. He eventually died because he could not break through his cultivation bottleneck, leading to a decline in his power and the exhaustion of his lifespan.

"Damn bastard, disperse!"

Seeing more and more golden dragons appearing, the Giant Devil Race ancestor was finally enraged. He stomped his right foot into the void, tearing it apart, and the released energy pulverized all the trees in the area.

The surrounding golden dragons turned to dust and vanished. The Dragon Cry Sword returned to Luo Chuan's hand.

Due to the surge of energy, Luo Chuan was forced back a hundred feet. He stared at the Giant Devil Race ancestor, narrowed his eyes, and thought to himself, So this is immortal power. Truly interesting.

Previously, when the Giant Devil Race ancestor dealt with Luo Chuan, he had not used immortal qi. Immortal qi could not be used wantonly; once consumed, it could not be replenished except through immortal jade.

And immortal jade was extremely difficult to obtain!

This was the reason why there were so few Yingbian Realm cultivators, and why they rarely engaged in life-or-death struggles with one another.

Generally, Yingbian Realm cultivators would not use immortal qi lightly.

But once used, the power reached a terrifying level.

Channeling immortal qi was a unique divine ability for cultivators at the Yingbian Realm and above, belonging to a qualitative change, much like the intent that Spirit Transformation cultivators could comprehend!