Translator: 549690339
“Kid, talent doesn’t represent everything. In your sect or family, you might be the genius adored and worshipped by countless others, but here, if you’re a dragon, you have to coil up; if you’re a tiger, you have to lie down!”
“In the frontier, only cultivation level matters. So what if your talent is exceptional? I’ve spent over a decade in the Nascent Soul Stage. In my hands, you only have the portion of death!”
The elder’s expression was cold and his face twisted into a horrific visage.
“Hehe, you’ve been in the Nascent Soul Stage for over a decade?”
“After so many years, you’re still just a Nascent Soul Cultivator. I must say, you’re quite a waste.”
Li Xiaobai slowly shook his head. This old man was average at best, and yet he had no sense of the vast gap between their strengths.
“Bold words from a sharp-tongued kid, die!”
The elder’s face was filled with ferocity as he operated his cultivation technique, attacking Li Xiaobai.
A massive Primordial Spirit Phantom materialized in the void. It was the elder’s Demonic Divine Spirit, with the head of a tiger and the tail of a snake, flicking its forked tongue.
“This is the Primordial Spirit Phantom I’ve condensed over decades, having poured countless spirit elixirs into it. It’s several times stronger than a common Primordial Spirit. Kid, can you withstand a punch with the power of several decades?”
As the Demonic Divine Spirit appeared, the pressure in the arena intensified, and many of the cultivators present turned pale. The Primordial Spirit Phantom of this powerful Nascent Soul Cultivator made it hard for them to catch their breath.
“This is terrifying. Is this the true strength of Elder Song? I feel like my heart’s being squeezed.”
“Normally, powerful Nascent Soul Cultivators would fight separately on the battlefield. Watching from a distance, I never felt anything, but today I’ve truly gained insight. The strength of a Nascent Soul master really isn’t something we can fathom!”
“Isn’t that obvious? Today, Yang Huan and the others are doomed for sure. There are no less than seven Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses on our side!”
“Indeed. It’s just a pity for this prodigy. He should have had a brilliant future, but he chose the wrong opponent.”
“Hehe, he brought this upon himself. A genius from a big family, always so arrogant. Naturally, he wouldn’t take the likes of us seriously. Letting him face the harsh reality today is also a lesson for him. In his next life, he’d better open his eyes wider and realize that not every place is like his family where everyone caters to him.”
The surrounding cultivators whispered among themselves, engaged in heated discussions.
Towards a genius like Li Xiaobai, they harbored a natural hostility—an envy, perhaps.
To witness the fall of a genius would also provide them with something to talk about during leisurely conversations in the future.
Looking at the Demonic Divine Spirit Phantom in the sky, Li Xiaobai nearly burst out laughing. The cultivators he had recently encountered were mostly at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, and many were even in the Mahayana Realm.
Accustomed to the sight of Primordial Spirit Phantoms towering into the clouds, he now found this baby-like Nascent Soul battle rather comical.
“Old man, what is that thing supposed to be?”
“Isn’t your Primordial Spirit a bit too small?”
“You shouldn’t embarrass yourself by showing off a Primordial Spirit of this level.”
Li Xiaobai waved his hand dismissively as he spoke.
“Impudent whelp, meet your death!”
Upon hearing Li Xiaobai’s words, the elder flew into a rage. The Primordial Spirit Phantom in the void formed seals, Demonic Flames surged forth, engulfing Li Xiaobai within them.
The Demonic Flames emitted a ghostly purple glow, and a menacing aura pervaded the area. Everyone knew that anyone who came into contact with these flames was doomed.
“Humph, a mere junior dares to be so insolently boastful!”
“In the end, he’s merely an armchair strategist, a clown not worth mentioning! My Demonic Flame is a refined Heaven and Earth Strange Fire. Ordinary cultivators would turn to ash down to their bones with just a touch.”
“But to die under my Demonic Flame is still an honor for you.”
The elder stroked his beard, showing a cold smirk. He had thought his opponent was an expert, but now he saw that Li Xiaobai was trapped by his Demonic Flame from just one exchange.
He obtained this flame from a Secret Realm, a legacy of a past powerhouse. To acquire this flame, he had a narrow escape from death, but the benefits were immense. In a battle among equals, as long as he unleashed this flame, he was invincible, never failing.
It would be the same this time. For a yet-to-mature genius like this, age was a weakness. Whether in terms of cultivation level or experience, they simply weren’t sufficient. Being quick in their practice was all they had.
“Heh heh, wrapped in my Demonic Flame, this man will certainly be dead and his body destroyed within three breaths!”
The old man was quite confident.
“Hmm, not bad, Elder Song, well done!”
Jing Kun nodded his head, his eyes showing a look of approval.
However, Yang Huan and his companions wore strange expressions. Are you sure you can kill the boss?
A Nascent Soul Cultivator, where does this confidence come from?
And to dare play with fire in front of the boss, don’t you know that the entire wasteland has been scorched by the boss’s flames?
For a moment, no one spoke; they were all silently waiting for the outcome within the cluster of Demonic Flame in the void.
Within the flames.
Li Xiaobai, feeling the problem with the fire on his body, had an indescribably weird expression on his face.
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Unexpectedly, that old man also liked to play with fire and the power of his flames was decent. However, the old man’s cultivation level was too low, and being at the Nascent Soul Stage, he could not unleash the true power of the flames.
It must have been some fortuitous encounter, but he misjudged himself.
Li Xiaobai smiled slightly as he casually summoned the Hellfire to cover his body and began to absorb the surrounding Demonic Flame.
In just a breath’s time, the surrounding dark purple light dimmed, and the violent flames disappeared without a trace.
[Current coverage range: eleven meters.]
“Heh heh, this youngster does have some skills to be able to withstand a breath’s time in my flames, but now he is still on his last legs!”
“Look, his whole body is covered with Demonic Flame, his body is being continuously eroded, decaying; in not more than two breaths, this person will turn into a pool of pus, dissipating between heaven and earth!”
The old man, looking at the flames in the void, wore a smile and a face full of confident expression.
However, he always felt there was some dissonance, but it was not a big problem. The enemy wrapped in the Demonic Flame was already done for.
A trace of triumph flashed in Jing Kun’s eyes as he turned to look at Yang Huan.
“Heh heh, Camp Leader Yang, if you surrender now, these people still have a chance to live, but if you insist on resisting, then your fate will be the same as this ignorant youngster!”
The expression on Yang Huan’s face remained strange, as if looking at fools while staring at the other party.
“Are you living in a dream?”
“Just with Nascent Soul Stage cultivation, you also want to kill the boss?”
“Who gave you the confidence?”
Jing Kun’s face changed; he felt something and suddenly looked up at the peculiar black flames in the void. Indeed, a humanoid shape was wrapped within them.
But something felt off.
One breath…
Two breaths…
Three breaths…
“Elder Song, what’s going on? Didn’t you say this person would turn into a pool of pus within two breaths?”