Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 935 - 469: Power of the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber, Gaining the Immortal Stone

Boom~~

Suddenly, a brutal clash erupted between the Blood Beast Daoist and the Soul Devourer.

The showdown of these two Refining Void Demon Cultivators shook the very foundations of the world.

Hundreds of thousands of kilometers were swept up in the clash between the Blood-devouring Domain and the Soul Devourer Domain.

Tremors shook the nearby land, splitting the surface with deep fissures.

Fractures even began to spiderweb across the void itself.

Low-tier Exotic Beasts in the vicinity exploded into bloody vapor the moment they brushed against the leftover shockwaves from their fight.

Right then, a shadowy form crept closer without a sound.

It was none other than Jiang Fan who had arrived.

"This must be what a Refining Void Cultivator's battle looks like?"

Hidden within the darkness, Jiang Fan watched the intense struggle of the two Refining Void Demon Cultivators with keen attention.

He understood now that Domains formed the core might of Refining Void Cultivators.

Fused with void power, the Domain became immensely powerful. When it spread out, a void barrier sealed off the space, trapping foes with almost no way to break free.

Such overwhelming suppression outclassed the Law Domain of Divinity Transformation by a wide margin.

In truth, Domain clashes boiled down to raw void power smashing together.

Every impact unleashed genuine void ripples, occasionally ripping open void fissures.

An average cultivator up against a Refining Void expert would get smashed to bits by those devastating void surges.

The divide separating Divinity Transformation from Refining Void truly stood as a vast chasm.

Without the aid of fate’s guidance, outsmarting a Refining Void Cultivator would be utterly beyond him.

"The window to eliminate these two Refining Void Cultivators lasts only a split second."

"Miss that, and I'll need to make a run for it."

"Yet, thanks to fate’s guidance, I can spot the tiny weakness they expose."

"That instant marks the perfect shot to finish off both Refining Void Demon Cultivators."

Jiang Fan stayed composed, utterly unafraid.

Next to the Combined Demon from the Cyan Stone Demon Cave, these pair of Refining Void Demon Cultivators paled in comparison.

Naturally, he held the means to end them: the Sub-Immortal Artifact known as the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber.

This Sub-Immortal Artifact brimmed with horrifying destructive force, more than enough to cut down Refining Void foes.

Should they be at full strength, killing them might prove tricky, yet grabbing hold of their momentary lapse offered a solid shot at victory.

Rumble~~

Just then, the Blood Beast Daoist and Soul Devourer collided once more, unleashing the might of the Blood-devouring Demon Sword and Ten Thousand Souls Banner in a wave of colossal ruin.

Void ripples surged all around them.

A horrifying burst of soul energy slammed into the Blood Beast Daoist, bypassing his layers of protection to ravage his form directly, splintering his soul with fissures.

Letting out a agonized howl, the Blood Beast Daoist was hurled backward, his face drained white, blood streaming from all seven facial openings. He looked fine on the outside, yet inside, grave injuries plagued him, blurring his awareness.

Agonizing torment raced through every inch of him; the soul fractures hurt worse than a swarm of ants gnawing away, and mending them would demand ages.

In that instant, a fearsome crimson Sword Aura merged with the void ripples, shredding through hordes of wraiths in a flash before slamming into the Soul Devourer, fracturing his frame in countless places.

Even worse, thick blood curses blanketed his skin, as eerie crimson runes swarmed to rip into his flesh, draining away his Essence Blood relentlessly.

Though the Soul Devourer struck with great force, his defenses remained merely passable.

Against the Blood-devouring Demon Sword's assault, it felt like his very Essence Blood was getting sucked dry.

Should the onslaught persist, he'd end up a withered husk for sure.

"Old Blood Beast, I never thought you'd pack such a punch. I respect your power."

"How about we divide the Immortal Stones in this valley equally?"

"We should stop the fight right here. Pushing on like this just leads to both of us falling."

"That said, if you're not content, we can battle on."

These words came from the Soul Devourer.

He had no desire to drag the conflict further, since prolonging it might mean failing to slay the Blood Beast Daoist while risking death himself.

Truth be told, Immortal Stones were all he sought—pure riches.

Unable to claim it all, settling for half still made sense.

Worthless to gamble his existence over some Immortal Stones.

Younger cultivators might see this as an insult too bitter to stomach.

But as Refining Void Cultivators with millennia behind them, what slight couldn't they shrug off?

Bending when required was simply wisdom.

"Soul Devourer, you've got talent yourself, wielding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner with such mastery."

"No surprise you figured you could take me out and hoard the Immortal Stones alone."

"Still, you misjudged my abilities. That Blood-devouring Demon Sword's bite stings, doesn't it?"

"You're right, though—escalating the fight harms us both."

"We pursue cultivation to ascend as Immortals; no sense in dragging each other down."

"We'll divide these Immortal Stones right down the middle."

The Blood Beast Daoist declared this with gravity.

Swallowing the disgrace wasn't easy for him, yet reason guided his choice.

Pressing ahead likely spelled his doom.

The foe's Ten Thousand Souls Banner loomed as a nightmare, and its true hidden ace remained unseen.

No call to throw away his life alongside the enemy in this spot.

Better to grab the Immortal Stones, mend his injuries, boost his cultivation, then settle the score down the line.