My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 1391 - 503: Human World’s Number One Cultivator (Part 2)

The incense burner held in Bai Ze's palm suddenly emitted a violent tremor, and he seemed to realize something, frowned: "Not good!"

"Boom——"

A burst of purest Demonic Energy exploded from the incense burner, directly shattering the Ancient Treasure into pieces. The aftermath spread, forcing even two late-stage Divinity Transformation cultivators to retreat continuously.

When the phenomenon dissipated, a white-haired, red-eyed woman appeared in view.

Bai Ze squinted: "Brother Xuanyongzi, didn't you say the Demon Seed was struck by a curse, and wouldn't cause trouble for a while?"

"I wasn't wrong."

Xuanyongzi said: "Look more closely."

Bai Ze felt the Demon Qi emanating from the other, indeed noticing it was affecting her combat power, roughly below the late-stage Divinity Transformation.

He glanced at Kunxu not far away: "Leave this to me, brother, go save your disciple."

"Consider me indebted to you." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Xuanyongzi didn't stand on ceremony, waved his sleeve and left.

Inside Kunxu.

Chen Sansi finally shattered the shield.

At the same time.

He saw the Demon Seed reappear, blocking Bai Ze a hundred miles away.

And Xuanyongzi was already charging towards him.

Chen Sansi didn't stop, but instead exerted all his effort, wanting to kill Situ Ting in front of the old man before he arrived.

Unfortunately...

Ultimately, it was still a step too late!

The Gun Blade about to pierce Situ Ting's heart was firmly grasped by a large hand purely formed of Mana, unable to advance an inch further.

"Master!"

Situ Ting looked at the old yet powerful figure that landed before him and finally let out a long breath.

"Sigh~"

Xuanyongzi glanced at his disciple and shook his head helplessly: "You secluded yourself for hundreds of years and picked up a great opportunity to become the Sword Sovereign of the Human World, yet you still can't defeat a young man of over a hundred years?"

"Disciple is ashamed!"

Situ Ting felt humiliated.

"Go tend to your wounds, don't injure your Primordial Spirit Foundation."

Having given instructions, Xuanyongzi slowly turned to Tian Wu, expressing with emotion: "Young friend Tian Wu, truly remarkable, if any of my direct disciples had half your cunning, they would have cleared away demons long ago."

After saying that.

He waved his sleeve.

"Bang!"

Chen Sansi could only feel the Spiritual Energy in the world being controlled by the opponent, then thrown at him all at once, a sudden darkness before his eyes, body flying backward, until he heavily hit the cliff's edge, regaining his balance.

"One last chance."

Xuanyongzi's voice was hoarse, straightforward: "Abandon the Eastern Continent, come to my Kunxu as an Elder Tributor, and in eight hundred years, I guarantee your ascent."

"Old man!"

Chen Sansi pulled his body from the cliff, shook his head, removing the stones from his head, and met the opponent's gaze directly: "I'll give you one last chance too, self-disband your cultivation, apologize to my master, or Kunxu's legacy will be destroyed!"

Hearing this.

Xuanyongzi couldn't help but chuckle twice: "Ah, the young, fearlessly facing challenges like wild cubs, unfortunately, your journey ends here."

His voice suddenly intensified with the last few words, each word carrying great weight, invisible shackles pressing from all directions, as if the entire Heavenly Dome was collapsing down!

Chen Sansi mobilized his Mana, flames exploded forth, he shouted violently, exerting all his strength to tear through the pressure, Dragon Gallbladder Spear like a dragon emerging from the sea, crossing a thousand steps in an instant, directly piercing the elder's face.

Xuanyongzi's eyelids slightly lifted, not even fully raising his hand, merely pointed a finger in the air.

A deep dark gold light suddenly appeared, freezing time.

Chen Sansi's Spear, as if striking an invisible, intangible yet unbreakable wall, speed dramatically decreased, the Gun Blade fixed three feet from Xuanyongzi's brow, suspended in mid-air!

The spear trembled violently, emitting a mournful cry, like a living being enduring immense pain.

The next moment.

An unstoppable force, vast like the sea, power of laws, rushed back along the spear shaft.

Chen Sansi's arm bones inscribed with law runes emitted a grating sound, the tiger's mouth bursting open, blood flowing down the spear shaft.

"An ant trying to shake a tree!"

Xuanyongzi's voice was flat, flicking his fingers.

"Clang——!!!"

Chen Sansi found himself colliding head-on with the Ancient Divine Mountain, his whole being turning into a runaway meteor, reversing towards the Heavenly Dome faster than before.

The clouds were torn and pierced by his body, leaving a long, bloody trace behind.

Without giving him any chance to gasp for air, Xuanyongzi passed through the void, appearing above his retreat path, holding a miniature flying sword, aiming to cut his throat.

Divine Manifestation!

A giant apparition appeared behind Chen Sansi, wielding Taia, slashing at the Primordial Spirit!

"Oh?"

Xuanyongzi noticed the nuances of the Divine Skills, a silver light suddenly shot from his brow.

Upon closer inspection, it was a Silver Needle!

Silver Needle and Divine Manifestation collided.

Both parties simultaneously retreated.

This is...

Ancient Treasure for the Primordial Spirit!

"Interesting."

Xuanyongzi said: "A direct slash at the Primordial Spirit!"

Chen Sansi wouldn't waste words with him, taking this chance to catch his breath and regain some composure.

The brief exchange.

Made him realize the power of the Human Race's top cultivator.

Yet...

He survived, enduring!

As long as he endured, he was in familiar territory!

The burning effect of Chaos True Fire, effective even against late-stage Divinity Transformation cultivators, the longer it dragged on, the greater his advantage.

Chen Sansi wiped away the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, the spear sweepingly and fiercely, the Fire Dragon's shadow enveloped in tearing True Qi and Mana, leaving a twisted black ravine in the void.

Miniature flying swords rose from behind Xuanyongzi, awaiting Tian Wu's dazzling attack.

Every flying sword, though only finger-sized, weighed down like Mount Tai, always able to repel the spear and Taia Sword.

However...

Chen Sansi remained extraordinarily tenacious, regardless of how many times he was heavy-struck, he always managed to come back sweeping.

Through Divine Manifestation and supreme skills, he dodged and weaved, even bearing severe injuries, continuously fighting desperately without any sign of retreat.

Nonetheless, Xuanyongzi's Mana and Primordial Spirit, burned by Chaos True Fire, began to weaken, no longer the suffocating pressure initially.

Yet his aged face showed no panic but watched Tian Wu's frantic struggle, defending while calmly speaking: "Young man, do you think if you continue dragging this way, my Primordial Spirit and Mana will be drained by you?"

"Hehe~"

"A mundane mortal, a mountain hunter, endured hardships, finally getting a chance to cultivate, stepping onto the path of immortality, yet ignorant, arrogantly destroyed Spirit Veins, recklessly proclaimed to eliminate Spiritual Grain, unaware of the heights of the heavens and vastness of the earth!"

"Really think Kunxu, just relying on Bai Yujing's heritage, can rule the Human World for tens of thousands of years?"

"Today."

"I'll let you understand how insignificant you are, feel what it means to be a fleeting shadow, seeing the blue sky!"

With these words.

The trajectory of seventy-two Taiyin Flying Swords suddenly changed.

Among them, thirty-six flying swords intertwined to form a golden ring, completely locking and solidifying the hundred-zhang space surrounding Chen Sansi.

Even the space seemed to turn into viscous golden amber.

Inside it, Chen Sansi felt difficult to move, even wielding the Dragon Gallbladder Spear became difficult, Spiritual Power operating as if stuck in a quagmire.

He had never seen such a Sword Array, naturally wouldn't wait idly while it was arranged, mobilizing his internal power, merging man with spear, transforming into a condensed spear light, trying to escape the ring.

Yet...

The ring formed by the flying swords didn't budge.

The terrifying Power of Laws rebounded, invading his internal organs, causing him to suddenly feel his chest tightened, spitting out blood.

Xuanyongzi waved his sword finger.

The remaining thirty-six flying swords arranged themselves, forming a second golden ring.

The two rings, one inside and one outside, one slow and one fast, one stabilizing and one grinding, with their axes crossed at angles conforming to the Heaven and Earth Laws, rotated!

Inner grinding, outer stabilizing, Heavenly cage!