Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 442 - A Fierce Battle

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Xing Li Ren's face gradually darkened. The fact that he could not kill Song Wen was making him increasingly furious.

This battle was no longer just about hunting a rat; it was about his reputation.

As the direct descendant of the Xing family and a cultivator at the late Golden Core stage, how could he not defeat a cultivator at the early Golden Core stage? If this spread, what would be left of his face?

"Die!"

Xing Li Ren roared.

With his growl, the cold light mirror's chill intensified, and a massive ice spear, several meters wide, began to slowly form.

The ice spear shot out in an instant with a sharp whistling sound.

Where it passed, ice began to form rapidly, freezing the air itself.

The ice spear was incredibly fast, like lightning crossing space, and in an instant, it reached behind Song Wen.

The silver firebird seemed to have consumed too much spiritual flame and was now significantly weaker.

As if it had its own intelligence, it knew it couldn't defend against the ice spear and automatically burrowed into Song Wen's field.

"We are already dozens of miles away from the mountain. It's time to end this farce," Song Wen thought to himself.

While Xing Li Ren chased after him, Song Wen had also wanted to kill him. He had his eyes on the Heavenly Spirit Pill that Xing Li Ren had.

Suddenly, two figures appeared on either side of Song Wen.

The silver corpse took the lead, charging straight toward the ice spear.

The Ghost King followed closely, wielding a giant sword.

The silver corpse remained expressionless, its form lightning-fast as it intercepted the incoming ice spear.

Its body gleamed with silver light, as if it were wearing an indestructible armor.

The silver corpse reached out a claw to grasp the ice spear, and a powerful corpse energy surged from its hand.

However, the ice spear was one of Xing Li Ren's most powerful moves, and its power was terrifying.

The corpse energy of the silver corpse only touched the ice spear before being swiftly eroded by the piercing cold, dissipating in an instant.

The ice spear's momentum did not slow, and it stabbed toward the silver corpse's chest.

The silver corpse's figure flickered as it desperately tried to avoid the strike, but the ice spear still grazed its shoulder.

Immediately, the cold air invaded the silver corpse's body, and a thick layer of ice began to form on its surface. At the same time, the silver corpse was knocked back.

At that moment, the Ghost King, wielding the giant sword, slashed at the ice spear.

The sword was surrounded by dark ghostly energy, exuding a powerful death aura.

Despite the ice spear's hardness and cold, the Ghost King's sword collided with it, producing a sound like metal clashing.

A massive shockwave spread out, and the Ghost King was forced to retreat several steps.

Although the ice spear's speed was slightly reduced by the silver corpse and Ghost King's attacks, it continued to surge forward.

Song Wen's expression changed slightly. The power of Xing Li Ren's ultimate attack was far greater than he had anticipated.

The gap in cultivation between him and Xing Li Ren was too large, and ordinary moves could hardly pose a threat to him.

Song Wen summoned a towering Profound Earth Pagoda.

The moment the pagoda collided with the ice spear, it was easily sent flying, unable to block the ice spear in the slightest.

Next, a large amount of black sinister energy surged from within Song Wen's body, quickly coalescing into a giant black hand that slammed toward the ice spear.

This was a secret technique from the Nine Hells Ghost Sutra.

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, the black giant hand instantly shattered.

The ice spear's speed slightly decreased!

A green bell appeared around Song Wen's body.

The ice spear collided with the bell.

The bell emitted a mournful sound!

The bell barely held for a moment before shattering with a loud crash.

At this point, it seemed that Song Wen had exhausted all his methods and was cornered, at his wits' end.

His eyes widened in fear and despair.

Xing Li Ren, in his victorious grin, showed a hint of contempt.

A rat is still a rat—no matter how many tricks it has, it is ultimately no match for the hunter's grasp.

Just as Xing Li Ren expected Song Wen to die from the ice spear, he suddenly felt a sharp sense of danger.

He sensed a tiny Gu creeping up from behind.

Xing Li Ren's heart skipped a beat. The Gu was moving at an incredibly fast speed, and it was only a few meters away from him.

Had it been any other time, with his cultivation and alertness, he would have noticed the Gu long before it got this close.

But now, due to his overconfidence, he had become careless.

At this moment, it was too late to activate the Cold Light Mirror for defense.

Xing Li Ren could only conjure a magic shield to block the Gu.

The moment the shield appeared, the shadow Gu suddenly grew to the size of a basin and fiercely slammed into the shield.

The shield flickered but did not break.

However, the Gu's sharp mandibles continuously cut at the shield, which began to shake and show signs of breaking.

"Scram!"

A long sword appeared in Xing Li Ren's hand.

He swung the sword around, turning to slash at the shadow Gu.

The Gu suddenly shrank, narrowly avoiding the sword, but at the last moment, it managed to bite through Xing Li Ren's magic shield.

Xing Li Ren's full-force strike missed, and his body swayed, causing him to stumble.

Before he could steady himself, a shadow flashed behind him.

Song Wen, who should have been shattered by the ice spear, appeared like a ghost behind him.

Song Wen was holding a long sword, his gaze cold as ice.

With a swift movement of his right hand, the Cold Moon Blade shot forward like a cold light, stabbing into Xing Li Ren's lower back.

In the face of imminent death, Xing Li Ren's survival instinct flared.

He endured the pain, gripping the sword that was embedded in his body. Even though his palm was torn by the sharp sword and blood splattered, he didn't dare to loosen his grip.

At that moment, a yellow talisman appeared in his left hand – it was the "Soul Severing Talisman."

The talisman shattered.

A transparent blade shot out, aiming straight for Song Wen's forehead.

The two were so close that Song Wen had no time to react. The transparent blade was already heading toward his brow.

Song Wen's body shifted slightly, his face showing a brief moment of pain, but he was otherwise unharmed.

Gritting his teeth, he channeled all his magical energy into the Cold Moon Blade, hoping to pierce Xing Li Ren's field.

But Xing Li Ren's strength was immense, and his body was surrounded by a powerful magical shield. The Cold Moon Blade only managed to penetrate half an inch before it was stopped.

Xing Li Ren, seeing that Song Wen had survived the Soul Severing Talisman without harm, was filled with shock.

Before he could analyze the situation further, he was about to activate the Cold Light Mirror to repel Song Wen.

However, he suddenly realized, to his horror, that sometime during the chaos, the Gu had managed to crawl into his body through the wound on his waist.

The Gu traveled up his meridians, heading straight for his heart.

Xing Li Ren could no longer focus on activating the Cold Light Mirror and hurriedly redirected his magical energy to try and seal the Gu inside.

At that moment, Song Wen's hand transformed into a dried, claw-like appendage and reached for his face.

"Thud!"

Blood splattered.

Song Wen's two sharp fingers pierced Xing Li Ren's eyes.

"Ah..."

Xing Li Ren cried out in agony, and the intense pain caused his magic to collapse, turning chaotic.

The Cold Moon Blade, with unstoppable momentum, stabbed deep into Xing Li Ren's body, piercing through his field.

The magic within his field rapidly dissipated, and his last breath faded quickly.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He had actually died at the hands of an early Golden Core cultivator.

With a final, bitter sense of unwillingness, Xing Li Ren slowly lost his life.

(End of the Chapter)

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