Chapter 235: Chapter 144: Slaying the Cultivator, Dividing the Spoils

Battles between Cultivators were usually contests of Technique strength. The two sides rarely engaged in close-quarters combat, so he had never experienced fighting an opponent like Li Chang’an.

That was precisely why he had suffered such a great disadvantage when fighting Li Chang’an up close just now.

The Cultivator no longer dared to clash head-on with Li Chang’an and was even starting to prepare a temporary retreat.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of Li Chang’an. It was just that everything had felt too strange since his arrival in the Lower Realm. He seemed to be targeted everywhere he went. Crucially, he still had no idea what was happening, let alone who the mastermind behind it all was.

At this point, he felt like he hadn’t come to the Lower Realm at all.

Instead, it was as if he had stumbled into a hornet’s nest, filled with stinging wasps. He couldn’t even find a place to rest his feet and gather information.

’Have these natives gone mad?’

The Cultivator retreated a few steps, pushing off with his feet as he prepared to flee.

But having lured him here, how could Li Chang’an possibly let him escape so easily?

He Activated the Array he had prepared in advance, sealing off the area. Then, with a single command, hundreds of Martial Artists charged out from all directions.

“Kill the Cultivator, seize the Immortal Cultivation Technique!”

“Kill the Cultivator, seize the Immortal Cultivation Technique!”

“Charge!!!”

The roars surged, each wave louder than the last.

These were all experts Li Chang’an had recruited from the Jianghu, and their combat prowess was comparable to that of the Martial Arts Mythology legends of the past.

Li Chang’an had given these Jianghu Martial Artists the Cultivation Method from the Martial Scripture.

He had even taught them its principles free of charge.

This wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart; he was waiting for them to act as cannon fodder and fight to the death at this critical juncture!

Furthermore, the Jianghu Martial Artists themselves coveted the Cultivator’s Cultivation Technique. Buoyed by their superior numbers, their charge was actually quite formidable!

But their relentless, do-or-die charges, advancing wave after wave, thoroughly enraged the Cultivator.

The Cultivator didn’t want a direct confrontation, but his escape route was now cut off. He couldn’t flee anytime soon. The situation was forcing him to launch a powerful counterattack.

’I must slaughter these natives until they are terrified beyond belief.’

’Slaughter them until they no longer dare to even look at me!’

’Only then can I get something out of this trip.’

’Otherwise, if the myth of the Cultivator is shattered and people learn that we can be forced to flee when surrounded, it’ll be much harder for me to go on a killing spree later. This whole trip might be a total loss!’

“You ants! Today, I will let you see what true power is!”

The Cultivator roared, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner stirred. Dense, dark clouds appeared over all of Shanghang Prefecture, and a sinister, ghostly aura was visible even from a great distance.

Countless souls transformed into Fierce Ghosts and battled the attacking Martial Artists. The Cultivator appeared in the midst of the crowd, unleashing what was practically a one-sided slaughter.

Soon, nearly a thousand Martial Artists had been killed.

Throughout the entire Cyan Gate Mountain estate, a bloody light soared into the sky, and bodies littered the ground.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner’s power was greatly depleted; even its number of wandering Ghost Souls had been reduced by a third. The Cultivator himself was panting from the slaughter, his heart aching as he looked upon the banner and its drastically reduced number of souls.

He had originally come to this world to properly refine his Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

But in the end, not only had the Ten Thousand Souls Banner failed to be refined, it had suffered considerable damage instead.

Fortunately, he had killed over a thousand Martial Artists in this battle, and their Divine Souls were quite substantial. As long as he devoured their Divine Souls before they could disperse, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner would recover quickly and perhaps even reach a new level of power.

But just as the Cultivator was about to make a move…

“RUMBLE!”

“THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP…”

A dense drumbeat rang out.

On the battlefield, the souls of countless Martial Artists were stimulated and exploded instantly, interrupting the Ten Thousand Souls Banner’s feast.

Hidden in the shadows, Li Chang’an’s gaze was icy as he spoke again, “Is the next wave ready? Charge now!”

Although the Martial Artists hesitated, they saw that the Cultivator was not an invulnerable monster, so they could only grit their teeth and continue to charge forward.

The number of Martial Artists in this wave was even greater than the last.

They were, once again, the cannon fodder Li Chang’an had recruited from the Jianghu.

The Cultivator fought for a full half hour before he managed to kill them all.

There wasn’t a single clean spot left in the entire Cyan Gate Mountain estate. As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered in the corpses and flesh of Martial Artists.

The Cultivator stood in the center of the field, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner swaying slightly.

Seeing this scene, it wasn’t just the other Martial Artists rushing in from all directions; even the members of the Black Tiger Army, who were already in formation and ready for battle, felt their scalps go numb.

’How horrifying!’

’No wonder the Cultivators who came to the Lower Realm in previous generations could destroy the world.’

’With such terrifying power, if Alliance Leader Li hadn’t made all sorts of preparations in advance, I’m afraid that even if all the Martial Artists in the world united, they still might not be able to contend with him!’

Wave after wave of men were thrown into the fray.

The Cultivator’s hands flew, unleashing one immensely powerful Technique after another. He killed them as they came, one by one or in entire groups, as if he would never know fatigue.

Nearby, a long-prepared Leng Yanran wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit, she asked, “Should we go in?”

Li Chang’an shook his head. “Wait a little longer. His power is nearly depleted. When the time is right, we’ll give him the fatal blow!”

At this moment, Li Chang’an’s heart was as hard as iron.

He revealed a ruthless side that no one, including Leng Yanran, had ever seen before!

…

In the midst of the battlefield, looking at the seemingly endless and unkillable Martial Artists, the Cultivator was on the verge of a breakdown. He had no idea what was happening.

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