Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

Lu Jianghe chuckled inwardly. If his former comrades knew that he couldn't kill a mid-level demon in two or three sword strikes, they would probably laugh him to death.

That wasn't even a real fight; it was just an attempt to gauge the strength of an eighth-tier demonic beast. It turned out alright.

After this battle, he had a general idea of ​​the combat strength of this Nascent Soul cultivator from the human realm.

Lu Jianghe suddenly turned his head and looked at a certain place in the distance.

Although they were quite a distance apart, the celestial phenomena were clear at the moment, and his divine sense clearly reflected the figures of several Nascent Soul cultivators standing there.

To say they were eyeing the fire with covetous intent might be an exaggeration, but their detached, watchful gaze and underlying ill intentions were unmistakable.

If that's the case, then we'll spare no effort.

Upon hearing Lu Jianghe's words, the expressions on the faces of the Poisonous Flood Dragon and the Blue Scale Demon changed drastically. How could they allow the human race to be humiliated like this?

After all, it was an eighth-order transformed demon. Even though it was wary and cautious, once pushed to its limit, its ferocious nature was no longer concealed and it erupted in full force.

Even if it means sacrificing my demonic body, I will fight to the death to kill them!

Just as he was about to unleash a deafening roar, his howl was abruptly blocked halfway down his throat.

In an instant, everything in front of him turned white, filled with sharp sword light that suddenly appeared, obscuring the sky and covering the earth.

This little monster can't even get close to the basics of crafting magic weapons. It only has some talent, brute strength, and thick leather armor, yet it dares to act fiercely in front of me.

That's truly laughable.

Hiss!

The dense, tearing sound, like raindrops pattering on banana leaves, blended together.

The previously ferocious venomous dragon didn't even utter a complete, mournful howl. Its prized scales, as fragile as paper, crumbled completely in the sword light.

In an instant, a thick, dazzling reddish-purple blood mist was splashed across the sky, mixed with hundreds and thousands of pieces of flesh and blood of varying sizes with smooth, mirror-like edges, which fell slowly onto the sea below.

Compared to the Poisonous Dragon, the Blue-Scaled Demon's defense is indeed slightly superior due to its dark blue scales.

However, even its massive body was not spared from the onslaught of the sword light.

As the chilling sword blade swept past, half of its ferocious head was forcibly sliced ​​off, exposing its white bones, and its aura rapidly weakened.

This venomous dragon appeared to be easy to kill.

It's because its most deadly poison has no effect on Lu Jianghe.

This dragon's flesh, bones, and even saliva contain deadly poison; ordinary cultivators at the Earth Rank will die upon contact with it, or their bodies will collapse upon touching it.

Although it cannot compare to the legendary ten most extraordinary poisons such as the Jade Poison and the Viper Corpse Poison.

However, its toxicity is so potent that even Nascent Soul cultivators would be unable to avoid it and would be helpless against it.

The foul blood rain, saturated with deadly poison, splashed onto Lu Jianghe's Dharma robe, "Morning Dew."

Like morning dew meeting the rising sun, it was instantly transformed and silently dissolved by the robe.

The venomous dragon was instantly dismembered, and before the demonic soul and essence contained within could escape, Lu Jianghe casually captured it into the "Morning Dew".

Its demonic essence swam wildly in that illusory world, like a headless fly, struggling in vain.

The Blue Scale Demon witnessed this, and his heart was filled with utter shock, with no lingering hope.

It abandoned its physical body, and its demonic soul transformed into a dark blue streak, fleeing desperately into the deeper part of the abyss, covering a hundred miles in an instant!

Lu Jianghe remained indifferent, glancing at it briefly before ignoring it completely.

With a slight lift of his wrist, he steadily caught a demon core shimmering with purple light at the spot where the venomous dragon had fallen.

The separation of a demon beast's essence from its body and the separation of its nascent soul from its body are essentially the same, making them extremely difficult to capture without special methods.

It can travel hundreds of miles in an instant, all it seeks is to "escape in a flash," catching people off guard.

Unexpectedly, this blue-scaled demon was so ruthless that it was willing to abandon its transformed demonic body in order to gain a sliver of life.

Such self-destructive actions, like a warrior cutting off his own arm, may be a way to save one's life, but the price is extremely high.

Having lost the physical body upon which one depends for survival, even if one survives by sheer luck, it is extremely difficult to regain one's former cultivation level.

A flash of blue light appeared.

The Blue Scale Demon's body was split in two, revealing a translucent, bluish-green demon core inside.

Lu Jianghe did not rush to take it; he even held the inner core of the poisonous dragon in his left hand, his eyes slightly narrowed.

In that instant, three streaks of light swept in from afar, forming a semi-encirclement around him.

The light faded, revealing three figures.

A burly man with a thick beard and a robust build was none other than Xuanji Zhenren of the Wanfa Sect.

The other two are Elder Jinxia of the Red Light Sect and Master Miaohe of the Azure Cloud Sect.

The three of them stared intently at the dark blue demon core within the remains of the Blue Scale Demon.

Miaohe began to flatter, "Fellow Daoist, you have such skill! You were able to single-handedly kill two eighth-order transformed demons."

Elder Jinxia spoke calmly, "Now that both demons have been slain, you, fellow Daoist, contributed the most. Naturally, the demon core should go to you first, but..."

The conversation turned.

"However, this place is treacherous and unpredictable. Furthermore, a powerful demon in human form has fallen, and the aura is unstable. We fear that things might change if we delay. It would be better if we first collected the remaining remains of the demon beasts so that we could look after each other and leave this place safely."

Lu Jianghe chuckled upon hearing this.

"So, if I refuse to hand over the demon core and these remains, you're not going to bother with all this? When I was fighting those two demons alone, the three of you hid in the clouds, watching from the sidelines. Now you're thinking about 'looking after each other'?"

"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken!"

Jin Xia forced a smile and said, "The Demon Beast Sea Abyss is fraught with danger; even Nascent Soul cultivators must work together to overcome it."

Miaohe felt a pang of toothache; the words had already been spoken to this extent.

You shouldn't have quit while you were ahead and taken your demon core and the dragon's essence with you.

No matter how powerful you are, your strength must have been diminished after fighting two eighth-tier transformed demons all by yourself.

Do you want to fight those three Nascent Soul cultivators again?

Jinxia and Miaohe both turned their gazes toward Xuanji.

This burly man with a bushy beard appeared to be standing casually, but in reality, his aura was deep and concentrated, with a faint surge of spiritual power around him, like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released.

No matter what, he is a righteous Nascent Soul cultivator. The current situation is delicate. If he wants to make a move, he must wait for those two old foxes, Jinxia and Miaohe, to lose their patience and jump out as the first to act.

He kept it as a backup plan to hold off the enemy!

Lu Jianghe continued to toy with the demon core that shimmered with purple light in his left hand, his gaze sweeping over the three of them indifferently, his voice as calm as a deep pool.

"Although I've always been very patient with human cultivators, but..."

An invisible sharpness quietly permeates the air.

"I still advise the three of you not to act rashly. Once the intention to kill is made, it is too late to take it back."

The three exchanged subtle glances.

The law of the jungle is the very nature of the world.

Cultivators vie for immortality and seize that sliver of heavenly secrets; what if they kill and plunder for it?

Ultimately, it's because they're afraid to gamble.

It's a gamble on whether the other party still has the resources to spare.

This person single-handedly fought and killed two transformed demons, which is already terrifying enough.

If he truly had the strength to fight those three Nascent Soul cultivators again, he might even have defeated them...

The moment such a thought crossed their minds, the three of them forcibly suppressed it.