I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2380: 1073: Slay It_4

“Why did I just hear you say you wanted to marry my family’s Yellow Dragon?”

Chen Mobai gazed at Civet Power, enveloped in earthy divine light and starting to reduce its size, harboring a deep sense of vengeance.

“It’s all just a misunderstanding. Anyway, I’m handsome and appealing, and still single. For a gentleman like me, chasing a fine match is perfectly natural, so please, Sect Master Chen, don’t hold it against me.”

Civet Power started to defend itself.

Chen Mobai had no interest in exchanging more words with it. Being a fifth-rank true spirit entity, it surely had formed a contract with the deity transformation True Monarch of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect, making surrender impossible.

Moreover, should it manage to escape alive, the truth of him slaying Su Taifeng today would become impossible to deny.

Even though the East Continent served as a forbidden zone for the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect, True Lord Tianling could seize this incident as justification to cross the ocean.

Since Yuan Qingque’s ascension, no cultivator in the East Continent could halt a peak deity transformation expert like True Lord Tianling.

Chen Mobai understood this matter couldn’t stay concealed, yet without solid proof, the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect remained constrained by their regulations.

Thus, Su Taifeng had to perish today, and Civet Power as well!

With this thought, Chen Mobai concluded that his Second Primeval Spirit no longer needed to hold back in testing.

“Unleash everything and butcher this swine.”

The moment Chen Mobai uttered those words, Civet Power felt a surge of fury mixed with desperation.

“I’ve told you already, I’m no pig, you insolent youth. You have no clue about the fearsome might of True Lord Tianling, and do you believe you can truly defeat me? Let me remind you, my body’s defenses are incredibly robust—even against a mid-stage deity transformation cultivator, it holds firm!”

At that point, Civet Power had compressed its true form, while its pure and immense earth true power also concentrated. Drawing in earth spiritual energy from thousands of miles away, the once-faded earthy spiritual light on its form, sparked by the purple radiance, surprisingly intensified once more.

Chen Mobai, employing his Rank-5 Echoes in the Void to listen, discerned that Civet Power had channeled every bit of its power into fortification.

Having completed these preparations, Civet Power planted its four feet, resembling chicken talons, onto the soil. Eerie spiritual glows danced beneath them. Its diminished body, braving the searing sword aura from the Nine Heavens Primordial Yang Purple Extreme Physique, sought to burrow into the earth.

The Earth Escape Technique stood as a proficiency of this earth-based divine beast.

Over millennia, during its vulnerable phases, it had relied on this ability countless times to evade disasters.

Upon attaining fifth rank, it ceased using earth escape for flight, yet today, against all expectations, it resorted to this method anew.

“You swine, your cowardice exceeds even my expectations.”

Chen Mobai had assumed that Civet Power, as a fifth-rank true spirit, would at least display some dignity when confronting his Second Primeval Spirit.

To his surprise, recognizing its disadvantage, it promptly fortified itself and now sought merely to escape.

Within his eyes, vibrant hues shimmered. The Law of the Five Tones realm activated, already pinpointing the way to thwart this earth escape technique.

The Second Primeval Spirit hovering above morphed into a massive sun, from which an antique bronze mirror ignited, casting scorching divine light downward onto the terrain.

The extreme heat promptly liquefied the ground into molten lava.

In the midst of its earth escape, Civet Power got expelled as Chen Mobai deployed Mysterious Yang Divine Light to interfere with its subterranean evasion.

Though earth escape represented its inherent divine skill, far from ordinary, it swiftly adjusted to the altered magma surroundings, recalibrated its earth true power, and plunged deeper once again.

Yet in that instant, amid the descent, the Primordial Yang Sword emerged from the Nine Heavens Primordial Yang Purple Extreme Physique, drawing sufficient innate pure yang qi from the Primordial Yang Set to regain a fraction of its former brilliance.

Shrouded by the Dharma Aspect, the Primordial Yang Sword targeted Civet Power embedded in the soil, and the latter abruptly sensed a cold dread along its spine, with an impending doom rising in its core.

[That youth meant business; he truly hadn’t exerted full force earlier.]

As Civet Power reeled in astonishment, it refused to gamble its defenses against the deity transformation sword cultivator’s principle of one sword shattering all laws. It surged more earth true power into earth escape, striving to delve even further, employing the earth itself to shield against the dread Sword of Saintly Virtue overhead.

Nevertheless, by then, Chen Mobai, aided by the Law of the Five Tones, had already nullified Civet Power’s earth escape for the second occasion.

Abruptly, Tai Yi Wu Yan Luo shot from his sleeve, expanding into a Rank-5 Taiyi Luo Heaven Formation that integrated with the seething ground.

The primary component of Tai Yi Wu Yan Luo derived from magma, enabling it to manipulate the five elemental transformations or conversely scramble the Five Elements.

With Chen Mobai simultaneously invoking the Heavenly Blessing and Response Earth Spirit realms, the Taiyi Luo Heaven Formation reached its utmost potential, serving as the core nexus of the terrain. Guided by Rank-5 divine sense, it commanded every strand of Five Element Spiritual Energy across a thousand miles.

Such a range might seem confined for deity transformation cultivators, but it proved ideal for trapping Civet Power, freshly submerged in earth escape.

The Five Element Spiritual Energy spanning a thousand miles turned turbulent under the Taiyi Luo Heaven Formation’s dominion.

The once-impeccable Earth Escape Technique faltered yet again, causing Civet Power’s form, wreathed in earthy divine light, to manifest once more.

And precisely then, the Primordial Yang Sword plunged from above right on cue.

“No!”

Civet Power twisted around, beholding the radiant golden blaze of the Primordial Yang Sword hurtling toward it, and let out a horrified cry.

It expelled every ounce of earthly divine light from within, desperate to repel the Primordial Yang Sword.

Yet the Second Primeval Spirit’s manifestation of the Nine Heavens Primordial Yang Purple Extreme Physique existed to empower and vitalize the Primordial Yang Sword. This particular strike even incorporated a trace of pure yang qi preserved by Yuan Yang Ancestor.

Civet Power’s earthly divine light proved remarkable indeed, markedly impeding the Primordial Yang Sword’s advance, but the edge proved inexorable in the end.

In Civet Power’s gaze of utter despair, it witnessed the Primordial Yang Sword impaling its skull, emerging from its lower jaw.

The immense impact forced its frame to crumple.

Amid deafening rumbles like thunder, the entire landscape around it started collapsing inward, as blazing golden fires erupted from the Primordial Yang Sword, progressively liquefying the soil in waves.

After a prolonged interval, Chen Mobai’s true body flicked his sleeve, dispersing the airborne dust.

He descended softly, approaching the vast crater ahead, where he discovered Civet Power impaled by the Primordial Yang Sword, scorched throughout, devoid of life.

Beneath that prior sword blow, Civet Power’s spiritual sense had been utterly consumed by flames.

All that lingered now was the remains of a fifth-rank true spirit.

Suddenly, Chen Mobai recalled a detail, his expression shifting faintly, and he hastened to crouch and inspect.

Moments later, he rose, breathing out in relief.

Thankfully, Civet Power’s essence blood hadn’t been fully incinerated, or else today’s victory would have come at a steep cost.

At that juncture, the Second Primeval Spirit also reverted to human shape and touched down.

Observing his inaugural defeat of a deity transformation-level foe, Chen Mobai couldn’t resist pulling out his phone, positioning the Second Primeval Spirit to grasp the Primordial Yang Sword skewering Civet Power, and snapped nine pictures.

Though unsuitable for sharing in the Immortal Gate social circle, he could at least display them to Qing Nu.

Not for boasting, but simply to preserve as a memory.