Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 373: Magic Spells

Absolute Immortal Lord Hanxu, the Great Demonic Sage Hei Si Zun, and the other figures watched as pebbles slowly rose into the air, each one subtly aligned toward them.

Then the boy declared that he would kill them.

For them, it was nothing but a joke.

It was like being told that penguins possessed greater willpower than the instincts carved into their very blood.

"Let us not make this ugly, Asura," Hanxu said calmly, though the tension in the air had already reached its limit.

He waved a hand.

An invisible current surged forward and struck Yu Xuan.

Yu Xuan’s vision blurred. His concentration shattered, and the pebbles he held with [Telekinesis] trembled before losing all cohesion.

In the next instant, Yu Xuan felt himself being pulled.

His consciousness separated from his body.

He was watching himself from a third-person perspective.

"Hmph. Such big words for so little resistance," the Asura muttered as he stepped forward, looming over Yu Xuan’s motionless body.

"Leave him," Hanxu began.

"There’s no need to waste ti—"

"Let him die once," the Asura cut in coldly.

Two out of his Six arms moved at once.

A sword and an axe descended toward Yu Xuan’s defenseless form.

From outside his body, Yu Xuan observed the scene closely.

Then he smiled.

Suddenly, his vacant eyes blazed.

Twin beams of black and white destruction erupted from them, tearing straight through the Asura’s chest.

Shock froze across the Asura’s faces.

At the same moment, Yu Xuan’s consciousness was violently dragged back into his body, slipping free from Hanxu’s control as if something fundamental had rejected the interference. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Heavenly restrictions... broken?" Hanxu muttered, slightly intrigued.

Yu Xuan inhaled sharply.

With a flick of his wrist, every remaining stone shot outward toward the surrounding figures, forcing them back and carving out a narrow zone of space around him.

Then his gaze locked onto the wounded Asura.

Yu Xuan extended a hand.

And dragged him in.

"Haha, so you do have some hidden tricks," the Asura muttered as the force seized him.

Then, instead of resisting, he yielded to it.

His body shot toward Yu Xuan at a terrifying speed, air cracking faintly under the sudden acceleration.

Yu Xuan’s focus narrowed completely.

Right now, the Asura was the only thing in his world.

So he would end him in one move.

[Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family]

Third Form — Formless Infinite Sword Slashes.

The world drained into black and white.

Only a single line of vivid red remained, the cut Yu Xuan willed into existence as his sword moved.

But the Asura was no newcomer to slaughter.

All six of his weapons moved in perfect synchronization.

A blinding flash erupted as weapon met weapon.

When the dust settled.

Yu Xuan was gone.

The Asura’s pupils contracted.

A surge of fatal danger erupted from his shadow.

Yu Xuan emerged from it like a ghost, sword already descending.

CLANG!

The Asura barely managed to block in time, his body rattling from the force.

’Divine abilities...!’ the Asura thought in shock.

But this was no divine ability.

It was a magic spell Yu Xuan had acquired long ago, one he had simply never needed to use until now.

[Shadow Veil]

’This kid is adapting in real time,’ Absolute Immortal Lord Hanxu realized, his expression finally turning serious.

"Tsk. Next time come at me with two hands, old man," Yu Xuan muttered, clicking his tongue as he leapt back.

Even with a surprise strike, the Asura had responded instantly.

What bothered Yu Xuan more, was that the others still hadn’t moved.

Veins bulged across all three of the Asura’s faces.

With a roar, he discarded four of his weapons, leaving only a sword and an axe.

The remaining four hands shot forward, aiming for Yu Xuan’s head and abdomen simultaneously.

They almost landed.

At the last instant, Yu Xuan shifted.

His one hand wielded the sword.

The other – blocked, redirected, and neutralized every punch with precise, flowing movements.

Each impact dissolved as if swallowed by an unknown force.

It was [The Formless Martial Path]

"What—?! Nothingness Style!" the Asura shouted, eyes wide with disbelief.

It was unmistakable similar to that style.

A terrifying martial principle that absorbed incoming force, erased technique, and grew stronger with every exchange.

But the most crucial requirement of this style was not the body, it was the mind.

To use it, the practitioner’s mind had to be completely empty.

Not calm.

Not focused.

Not tranquil.

Empty.

It sounded simple, almost laughable – but in truth, it was terrifyingly difficult.

Even ancient monsters who had mastered thousands of martial principles, even those who had founded their own paths, failed at this requirement.

After all, if there existed even a basis for comparison, how could true nothingness be achieved?

Thus, among supreme existences, this style was almost never used.

A more "friendly" alternative was preferred.

Take only what you need from the Void.

Yu Xuan’s eyes flared again.

Twin beams of destruction erupted from them, this time striking directly at the serene head of the Asura.

"AHHH—!"

The angry head trembled violently with rage.

A supreme intent burst forth from the Asura’s body, forcibly enveloping the serene head as if suppressing it.

The Asura stomped twice.

BOOM—! BOOM—!

The ground cracked like shattered glass.

Then he launched himself toward Yu Xuan, all three heads now consumed by wrath.

Yu Xuan was caught slightly off guard.

Four hands seized his arms in an iron grip.

At the same time.

The sword plunged into his abdomen.

And just as the axe descended toward his head, everything within a five-meter radius froze.

Yu Xuan’s expression turned cold.

This time, he opened his mouth.

Burning a fragment of his lifespan, a tiny flame condensed near his lips – black at its core, edged with deathly dark blue.

"What the fuck is your relationship with the Primordial Dragon, Shit! Motherf—!" the Asura cursed in horror.

But it was certainly too late.

With Yu Xuan’s roar.

The Destruction Death Dragon Clan’s breath descended upon him.