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

Old Demon Han Tong finished speaking, then transformed into a streak of black light, soaring straight up toward the depths of the starry sky. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Li Zhixuan’s lips curled into a faint smile. She channeled her mana and headed after him without hesitation.

"Who do you all think will win this battle?" a Heavenly Immortal Cultivator suddenly asked, curiosity piqued.

The crowd fell silent at once. Though all belonged to the Immortal Tao, judging by what had just happened, this newcomer Li Zhixuan, though recently ascended to Heavenly Immortal, didn’t seem all that powerful. Still, none could say aloud that the Demon Cultivator was stronger—that would surely sap their own morale.

"Why not follow and take a look?"

"Better not. The battlefield here is more important."

"Indeed, I still need to keep an eye on my younger disciples."

The crowd declined without hesitation, unwilling to waste time watching a fight whose outcome seemed all but certain.

The Demon Cultivator Immortals felt even less inclined, not caring in the slightest about Old Demon Han Tong’s fate.

As for the other cultivators and demon cultivators, even if they were interested, they couldn’t reach the starry battlefield to witness it, and could only remain embroiled in the fighting below.

...

Somewhere in the starry sky.

The originally desolate and lifeless expanse now held two lone figures.

"This will be your burial ground!" Han Tong’s eyes glinted with viciousness, lips pulled into a cruel smile.

Li Zhixuan remained indifferent, showing not the slightest hint of killing intent. Her pitch-black gaze rested on him, as if calmly pronouncing something already decided. "I find it more fitting to give that remark back to you."

"Hmph!"

Han Tong snorted with disdain and wasted no words. Immediately unleashing his mana, he charged forward, accompanied by a piercing, wretched screech. A flash of blood-red light shot straight for Li Zhixuan’s heart.

Seeing Li Zhixuan calmly summon a broken sword, he let out another mocking laugh. "Who would have thought you’ve fallen so far, wielding only a broken sword."

But in the next instant, Han Tong’s expression changed drastically. His charging form halted abruptly, and what had been an attack instantly became a defense.

A dazzling, pure sword light erupted from that broken blade, sending a sudden tidal wave of crisis surging through him, forcing his hand.

Boom!

Though he changed tactics quickly, he still couldn’t block the attack. His whole body was sent flying.

"Cough, cough..."

Fortunately, he wasn’t injured. His qi-blood merely surged within, leaving him uncomfortable.

"Impossible! How could you possess such power?!" Once he recovered, he demanded in disbelief.

"Too much pointless talk!"

Li Zhixuan refused to dignify such foolish questioning. The broken sword flickered with icy brilliance, and in an instant, another blast of sword qi slashed forth.

Han Tong dared not underestimate the opponent any longer, but he still held strong confidence in his strength and did not believe he would lose.

Thus, though he met this attack seriously, when sword qi struck him, he was shocked to discover its might far exceeded his expectations—he was nearly blown away a second time.

After two consecutive setbacks, what was left to misunderstand? The earlier feeble display from the opponent had been a deliberate weakness!

"Very good! You think some petty tricks can defeat me? Now I’ll show you that the gap in strength isn’t something cleverness can bridge!"

Perhaps humiliated from being bested twice, Han Tong’s fury blazed uncontrollably, despite no other creatures being nearby.

Suddenly, black evil qi coiled around him. With a thought, his right hand produced a savage, terrifying Ghost Head Bone Saber, the blade carved with countless fierce ghosts and fiends.

The instant it appeared, a chorus of ear-splitting ghostly screams sounded, making Li Zhixuan’s mind restless and her head ache.

In the blink of an eye, both figures vanished!

BOOM—

The starry sky exploded with thunderous roar as sword qi and blade qi clashed, unleashing a terrifying wave that reduced all in its path to ashes.

Both were blown back by the immense force, but Han Tong didn’t pause to steady himself. He launched forward again, the bone saber slashing ferociously at Li Zhixuan.

Clang!

A crisp collision of metal rang out. Li Zhixuan’s broken sword blocked just in time. She hadn’t expected any harm, but unexpectedly, the fierce ghosts on the blade suddenly emerged, claws outstretched, lunging toward her.

If they latched onto her, her life-force would surely be drained in an instant!

"Hmph!"

Li Zhixuan coldly snorted, body trembling as surging evil qi and killing aura condensed into countless black and red tiny swords, stabbing directly at those ghosts and fiends.

"Aaaah—"

The instant the tiny swords pierced them, harrowing wails burst forth; clearly, this exceeded what they could endure.

"Kill her for me!"

Han Tong seemed mad, disregarding their suffering. His only thought was to slay Li Zhixuan, rapidly channeling mana to control the ghosts in fresh attacks.

This scene made her brow furrow tightly. She hadn’t expected him to lose control so soon. His mental state was abysmal—how did he ever cultivate to the Heavenly Immortal Realm?

But such a demon cultivator is all the more dangerous!

For in this state, nothing is beyond them!

Trading wounds, fighting to the death—those were everyday tactics in their eyes.

"Damn it!" Li Zhixuan cursed under her breath, but soon regained her composure, focusing wholly on facing the demon cultivator before her.