Slaying a Dao Foundation Cultivator!

"Go all out! This little bastard is stronger than he was a few days ago, and he has a Spirit Artifact in hand. If he doesn't die, we will!"

Li Hu roared, his eyes blood-red.

Boom!

The Battle Saber in his hand swept in like a black gale. Its incomparably sharp light whipped up sand and stones, engulfing Ning Chuan completely.

This was a profound-rank low-grade martial technique, Black Tiger Slash!

He had spent decades honing this martial technique. As he struck, sinister saber light flashed and killing intent surged, like a black tiger king emerging from the mountains, unstoppable.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ning Chuan's gaze remained calm. The Purple Thunder Spear darted out like lightning as he unleashed the Ninefold Thunder Spear. Its peerlessly sharp radiance collided again and again with Li Hu's saber light.

At the same time, Yuan Ying struck with his palm from behind, blood-red killing intent spreading outward. This was the profound-rank low-grade martial technique, Blood Hand Seal. If it landed, blood-baleful energy would corrode the internal organs and the meridians around the heart, ensuring death.

As Dao Foundation Realm martial artists, their bodies had been tempered by spiritual energy until they were as hard as metal. They possessed hundreds of thousands of jin of divine strength, and the spiritual energy within them was vast and boundless, making them difficult to withstand.

Bang!

Ning Chuan met Yuan Ying's Blood Hand Seal with a Great Wind Thunder Palm. A muffled boom rang through the air, and both men were sent flying backward.

Ning Chuan felt a searing sting across his palm, a testament to how terrifying that blood-baleful energy was.

Yet he used the recoil to flash away, sending the Purple Thunder Spear piercing through the air toward the point between Li Hu's brows.

Although Yuan Ying and Li Hu were both Dao Foundation Realm martial artists, Li Hu posed the greater threat to Ning Chuan. After all, he was at the second level of the Dao Foundation Realm, while Yuan Ying was only at the first, not to mention already injured.

Moreover, Li Hu attacked in fury. His Black Tiger Slash was extraordinarily sharp, and his physical strength was formidable, even slightly greater than Ning Chuan's.

Even with Ning Chuan unleashing the Ninefold Thunder Spear, its radiance swift as lightning, Li Hu's raging saber light still blocked it.

"Die!"

Li Hu's eyes darkened. He sprang into the air, shifting several zhang to evade Ning Chuan's Purple Thunder Spear, then swept his saber toward Ning Chuan's neck.

The black saber light carried the threat of death, chilling the heart.

Yet Ning Chuan remained utterly composed. Stepping through the air, he evaded at an inconceivable angle and used the Wandering Dragon Movement Technique to close in. The Purple Thunder Spear thrust toward Li Hu's chest once more.

Clang!

Li Hu had never expected Ning Chuan to have enough strength left to counterattack, much less strike so ruthlessly. He hastily raised his saber to block.

The saber rang out, sparks flying as the Purple Thunder Spear struck the Battle Saber in Li Hu's hand.

The Battle Saber instantly hummed and trembled. Its spiritual glow dimmed, and a crack appeared.

Li Hu's Battle Saber was also a high-grade spirit weapon. Even driven by his powerful spiritual energy, however, it could not withstand the might of a Spirit Artifact.

"Damn it!"

Seeing his Battle Saber damaged, Li Hu's heart bled. His eyes blazed with fury as he brought down another Black Tiger Slash, intent on cleaving Ning Chuan in two.

Ning Chuan poured all the spiritual energy in his body into the Purple Thunder Spear. As though wreathed in interweaving lightning, it swept out fiercely and collided with the saber light once again.

Crack!

This time, the savage power of the Purple Thunder Spear smashed the Battle Saber in Li Hu's hand clean in two.

"Die!"

Ning Chuan's gaze was iron-hard. He closed in instantly and unleashed the Ninefold Thunder Spear, like a thunderbolt exploding in midair. The sharp spear radiance pierced through the Battle Saber in Li Hu's hand and drove straight into his throat.

"Hhk... hhk..."

Li Hu's entire body stiffened. He instinctively grasped the spearhead as blood gushed from his neck, his eyes filled with unwillingness and terror.

Ning Chuan wrenched the spear free. Li Hu's body crashed down from midair, dead!

"What?!"

At the sight, Yuan Ying's scalp prickled, his eyes filling with overwhelming terror.

Li Hu had been a Dao Foundation Realm cultivator, and his incomparably sharp Black Tiger Slash had made even Yuan Ying wary. Yet now Ning Chuan had killed him with a single spear thrust?

What terrifying combat strength was this?

"Your turn!"

Ning Chuan whipped around, his gaze ice-cold. The Purple Thunder Spear in his hand instantly tore through the air with a series of explosive cracks, thrusting toward Yuan Ying.

"Ning Chuan, my elder brother won't let you get away with this!"

Yuan Ying's courage failed him. Shocked and furious, he lost all will to fight Ning Chuan, turned, and fled madly ahead.

"Kill!"

Ning Chuan's shout burst like thunder. His body bent like a great bow as all four hundred thousand jin of his divine strength erupted. The Purple Thunder Spear shot from his hand like an arrow loosed from its string, hurtling toward Yuan Ying.

"No!"

Hearing the air-splitting sound behind him, Yuan Ying was terrified. He abruptly unleashed a Blood Hand Seal, its mighty palm imprint erupting outward and striking the Purple Thunder Spear head-on.

But the terrifying divine strength contained in the spear instantly mangled Yuan Ying's palm and sent him staggering backward from the impact.

That brief delay was enough for Ning Chuan to catch him!

"Great Wind Thunder Palm, Hurricane!"

Ning Chuan's eyes brimmed with icy killing intent. Spiritual energy surged around him, as though fierce winds and towering waves had erupted, and he brought his palm crashing down, engulfing Yuan Ying!