Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1978: 1458: Sneak Attack

Capítulo 1978: Chapter 1458: Sneak Attack

After Old Demon Han Tong uttered his words, he morphed into a beam of dark light, shooting directly upward into the vast starry depths.

A subtle smile played on Li Zhixuan’s lips. She activated her mana and pursued him right away, without a second thought.

“Who among you believes will emerge victorious in this clash?” one Heavenly Immortal Cultivator inquired, his interest clearly aroused.

Silence enveloped the group immediately. Although they all followed the Immortal Tao, based on recent events, this new arrival Li Zhixuan, who had only just reached Heavenly Immortal, appeared far from formidable. Yet, no one dared voice that the Demon Cultivator held the upper hand—that would undoubtedly undermine their own spirits.

“Shall we trail them and observe?”

“It’s wiser to stay. The conflict right here demands our attention.”

“Yes, I must watch over my junior disciples still.”

The assembly rejected the idea promptly, reluctant to squander time on a duel with an outcome that felt predetermined.

The Immortal Demon Cultivators showed even less enthusiasm, utterly indifferent to Old Demon Han Tong’s destiny.

As for the remaining cultivators and demon cultivators, even those intrigued lacked the means to access the starry arena and observe, forced to stay locked in the battles raging beneath.

…

In a remote section of the starry sky.

The once barren and void region now featured just two solitary silhouettes.

“This spot shall serve as your grave!” Han Tong’s gaze flashed with malice, his mouth twisting into a sinister grin.

Li Zhixuan stayed composed, displaying no trace of murderous intent. Her deep, dark eyes fixed on him, as though declaring an inevitable verdict. “That line suits you far better.”

“Hmph!”

Han Tong scoffed contemptuously and held back no further chatter. He released his mana at once, surging ahead with a shrill, eerie cry. A burst of crimson light streaked toward Li Zhixuan’s chest.

Upon seeing Li Zhixuan draw a fractured sword with poise, he unleashed a derisive chuckle. “Never imagined you’d stoop so low, clutching just a damaged blade.”

Yet the very next moment, Han Tong’s face twisted in shock. His advancing momentum stopped short, turning his offensive strike into a desperate shield.

A brilliant, pristine sword glow burst from the fractured edge, unleashing a abrupt flood of peril that compelled him to react swiftly.

Boom!

Even with his rapid shift, he failed to fully ward off the blow. His form was hurled backward.

“Cough, cough…”

Luckily, no real damage occurred. His vital energy simply churned inside, causing discomfort.

“Unbelievable! How can you wield such might?!” After regaining his footing, he questioned in utter astonishment.

“Enough idle chatter!”

Li Zhixuan dismissed the senseless query. The fractured sword shimmered with chilling radiance, and swiftly, another surge of sword qi sliced out.

Han Tong no longer dared to belittle his foe, yet he retained firm belief in his own prowess and refused to accept defeat.

Therefore, he confronted this strike with full gravity, but upon impact, he was stunned to find its power vastly surpassed his forecasts—he was almost repelled once more.

Following two straight failures, what more was there to misjudge? The prior weak showing by his adversary had been an intentional feint!

“Excellent! Do you suppose a few sly maneuvers can topple me? Now witness how true power differences can’t be overcome by mere cunning!”

Maybe stung by the double humiliation, Han Tong’s rage ignited fiercely, even with no onlookers around.

Abruptly, dark malevolent qi swirled about him. With a mere intention, his right palm summoned a brutal, horrifying Ghost Head Bone Saber, its surface etched with myriad savage spirits and demons.

The moment it materialized, a barrage of deafening spectral shrieks echoed, stirring unrest in Li Zhixuan’s thoughts and pounding her skull.

In a flash, the two shapes disappeared!

BOOM—

The cosmos thundered with a massive detonation as sword qi collided with blade qi, releasing a devastating surge that obliterated everything nearby.

The explosive power flung both away, but Han Tong didn’t halt to recover. He pressed on immediately, the bone saber hacking wildly at Li Zhixuan.

Clang!

A sharp metallic clash resounded. Li Zhixuan’s fractured sword parried at the last second. She anticipated no threat, but suddenly, the vicious ghosts from the saber leaped free, talons extended, pouncing at her.

Should they grip her, her vitality would drain away instantly!

“Hmph!”

Li Zhixuan let out a frosty huff, her frame quivering as waves of baleful qi and lethal aura formed into myriad small black and red swords, thrusting straight into those apparitions and beasts.

“Aaaah—”

As the tiny swords impaled them, agonized howls erupted; evidently, this surpassed their tolerance.

“Destroy her on my command!”

Han Tong appeared deranged, ignoring their torment. His sole aim was to eliminate Li Zhixuan, pouring mana frantically to direct the ghosts in renewed assaults.

This display caused her eyebrows to knit. She hadn’t foreseen him unraveling so rapidly. His psyche was woefully unstable—how had he attained the Heavenly Immortal Realm?

However, a demon cultivator in such frenzy posed greater peril!

For in that frenzy, no act was off-limits!

Exchanging injuries, battling unto death—such approaches were routine for them.

“Blast it!” Li Zhixuan muttered a quiet swear, but quickly composed herself, concentrating entirely on confronting the demon cultivator ahead.