Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts-Chapter 267 - Are There Really Such Geniuses in the World?

Xia He swallowed the nearly formed pill in one gulp.

He couldn’t hold back any longer—there was no way he could afford to keep waiting. He knew that if this continued, the situation would only become more unfavorable for him.

Even though this pill was still slightly incomplete and might not have the full desired effect, he had no choice. If he waited until Xu Ming and the others succeeded in their plan, he might not even get the chance to take it.

Xu Ming and the others immediately noticed Xia He’s actions. Exchanging a glance, Xu Ming and Xu Xue Nuo checked the Tianxuan Mirror. Seeing that Wang Xuan’s Dharma Image was guarding Xia He, they made their decision without hesitation and charged toward him.

Xu Ming activated Blood Frenzy and Dao Pattern Eye, pushing his body to its absolute limit. His spiritual energy burned like a raging fire, constantly evaporating.

In the past, when using both techniques simultaneously, Xu Ming always had to worry about whether he had enough spiritual energy to sustain them. But after breaking into the Jade Purity Realm, he realized that with his current depth of spiritual energy, he could maintain this state for at least two hours.

And this battle didn’t need to last two hours—just one hour would be enough to determine the outcome.

Xu Ming’s sword slashes were terrifyingly fast, each strike aimed directly at Xia He’s vital points. Xia He summoned the Ten-Thousand-Year Dragon Turtle Shell, attempting to block Xu Ming’s assault.

But in just a single breath’s time, Xu Ming had already carved dozens of deep sword marks into the turtle shell, even cracking it!

Seizing an opening, Xia He opened his mouth and spat out nine exquisitely small flying swords, all of them shooting straight toward Xu Ming’s forehead.

“Damn it!” Xu Ming cursed in his heart.

This bastard already had a higher cultivation level than him, was receiving the Tianxuan Sect’s formation boost, and still resorted to sneak attacks? How shameless could he get?!

Xu Ming was almost skewered by the nine flying swords, but at the last moment, Xu Xue Nuo flicked her fingers, summoning four water walls in front of him.

“You scoundrel!” Xu Xue Nuo cursed coldly, waving her sleeve and reflecting the nine swords back toward Xia He.

Xia He slapped the swords aside and countered with a palm strike aimed at both Xu Ming and Xu Xue Nuo.

The surrounding cultivators watched in stunned silence as the two of them fought the Tianxuan Sect’s Sect Master head-on—without being at a disadvantage in the slightest.

This was a seasoned peak Immortal Realm powerhouse, yet these two... weren’t they only in the Jade Purity Realm?!

How could mere Jade Purity cultivators stand on equal footing with someone of Xia He’s caliber?

What kind of monstrous geniuses were they?!

Xu Ming seized another opening, swinging his sword toward Xia He.

Xia He dared to block Xu Xue Nuo’s sword head-on, but not Xu Ming’s.

For some reason, he had this ominous feeling—if he took Xu Ming’s sword directly, he would either die or be crippled!

Xia He dodged. Xu Ming’s sword energy struck the ground, splitting it open into a hundred-meter-long chasm.

Xia He lunged forward, grabbing Xu Ming’s wrist and throwing a punch.

Xu Ming channeled his warrior’s true qi, countering with a Heaven Splitting Fist.

Boom!

Spiritual energy and warrior’s qi clashed violently.

“Damn it!” Xia He cursed.

He had assumed that this strike would severely injure Xu Ming—but he had completely forgotten that Xu Ming wasn’t just a sword cultivator, he was also a martial warrior!

And not just any warrior—his martial prowess was anything but ordinary.

Could such a genius really exist? Someone whose talent in both martial arts and spiritual cultivation was equally monstrous?

Xu Ming retaliated with a powerful kick to Xia He’s chest.

Xia He’s brows furrowed deeply as he forcibly swallowed back the blood surging up his throat. Forming a hand seal, he pointed directly at Xu Ming’s heart.

Xu Ming’s instincts screamed danger. He raised his sword in defense.

But the penetrating spiritual energy attack still sent him spitting blood, while high above him, the white clouds in the sky were pierced straight through, leaving behind a gaping hole in the heavens.

Xu Ming swung his sword once more, aiming for Xia He’s head.

Xia He tilted his head to evade but countered with a swift kick, forcing distance between them.

However, as they separated, his severed ear fell from the air and landed on the ground.

Blood trickled down the side of Xia He’s face.

His gaze locked onto Xu Ming with an intensity bordering on madness. Though he was already at the Immortal Realm, fully capable of regenerating lost limbs, the fact that he had been disfigured in battle was an unbearable humiliation.

“You... ALL MUST DIE!” Xia He roared.

He bit down on his own fingertip, causing blood to flow, and with it, he began tracing a massive arc in the air.

The floating blood formed mysterious, sinister runes, as if he were painting the sky itself.

The moment these runes appeared, several knowledgeable cultivators widened their eyes in shock and horror.

Could it be...?

And just as they had feared—

BOOM!

A deafening thunderclap tore through the battlefield. The blood inscriptions ignited, forming a sacrificial formation, from which grotesque giant birds emerged, one after another.

Each of these monstrous creatures had multiple deformed heads, their foreheads riddled with unnerving, unblinking eyes. Their entire bodies were pitch-black, and their wings... their wings were too strange to describe.

“Xia He! You’ve colluded with these Abyssal Fiends?!”

“Xia He! How can you face your ancestors?!”

“Xia He! Are you even human anymore?!”

“Do you have no shame? No honor for the fallen heroes of the human race?!”

Angry shouts filled the battlefield as cultivators denounced Xia He.

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But to Xia He, these insults were nothing more than meaningless noise.

Ancestors? Honor?

What did it matter?

As long as he could step into the Ascension Realm, why should he care about his ancestors, his humanity, or anything else?

He would gladly discard it all!

The Abyssal fiends, guided by Xia He’s will, immediately identified the greatest threat—Xu Ming.

They launched themselves at him.

Xu Ming swung his sword, decapitating one of the monstrous birds. He flipped onto its massive claw, raised his sword high, and drove it deep into the creature’s flesh!

“WRAAAGHHH!!!”

The fiend let out a bone-chilling, otherworldly screech.

But Xu Ming’s penetrating sword aura had already torn through its entire body!

At that moment, another fiend lunged at him.

Xu Ming kicked off from the first monster’s corpse, sending it crashing to the ground, while propelling himself toward the next target.

Grass Script Sword Technique—Brushing Wind.

With a single sword stroke, his blade moved like the wind, instantly reducing the creature to a mist of blood.

More and more cultivators charged toward Xia He, but the Tianxuan Mirror, protected by Wang Xuan’s Heaven and Earth Law Manifestation, broke away and rushed toward Sanshi Peak.

Yet, the number of abyssal creatures pouring from the blood formations only increased—thick, overwhelming swarms of them.

They devoured the flesh of cultivators, pierced through their skulls, and shattered their defenses.

Under the fiends’ relentless assault, Xu Ming and the others found themselves completely blocked from reaching Xia He.

All they could do was watch helplessly as Xia He ascended to the very top of the Xuantian Tree.

There, he reached out toward the rapidly condensing blood sphere.

As if sensing its destined master, the blood sphere began collapsing inward, its gaseous form swiftly solidifying.

In just five heartbeats, the once-massive sphere had compressed into a single, blood-red pill.

Xia He’s trembling hands picked up the pill, his eyes brimming with excitement—even tears of joy welled up.

Then, tilting his head back, he swallowed it whole.