bayedsolid Chapter 1410 Can We Stop Fighting?
Chapter 1410 Can We Stop Fighting?
As expected of the legendary Vermilion Bird, its physical strength is truly extraordinary.
Even though he was already at his last gasp, the force of his attack could still penetrate the defenses of the immortal treasure and subtly shake his blood and internal organs.
No wonder the three city lords were so careful when fighting these demon kings. Even with the protection of immortal treasures, if they were hit by a demon king, their physical bodies would be shattered and their primordial spirits would be severely injured.
It was only through his incredible speed and the physical strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage that he was able to kill the demon kings one by one without sustaining any injuries himself.
Jiang Han witnessed the power of the Demon King's physical body for the first time, and became more wary of the so-called Dragon Emperor.
However, it was only one point.
He is no longer the insecure boy he once was who could only look up to others.
Having achieved numerous victories to reach this point, he has long recognized his own strength. Whether facing a demon king or a human cultivator, he is confident that he can slay them with a single sword strike.
Even if a Void Refinement cultivator were right in front of him, he would dare to draw his sword and fight.
A faint purple-gold light appeared in Jiang Han's eyes, drawing out the power of his blood and qi to surge through his body, instantly restoring his internal organs to normal.
"How...how is this possible??"
Suzaku's mind went blank; he simply couldn't believe what had just happened.
It knows its own strength.
The force of that wing strike was so great that even if the three city lords were present, their internal organs would burst on the spot, they would be seriously injured, and they would flee in panic.
That strike was no ordinary slap; it was a bloodline technique that channeled all the power of its body into a single wing.
Although it is now only a broken body, the power of that wing is enough to penetrate the defensive barrier and rush straight to the cultivator's true body inside.
Even if it can only penetrate with a trace of force, it is enough to severely injure the cultivator inside, at which point it can naturally take the opportunity to escape.
But the person in front of it actually withstood the attack head-on. Not only was he not injured, but he didn't even flinch.
What are you doing!
This kid is ridiculously fast; it wanted to make a move before but never had the chance.
Now that we've finally seized an opportunity and struck the opponent's wing, we still can't break through their defense?!
What's the point of fighting like this? There's no way we can fight like this!
This guy is a monster, a monster even more terrifying than those demon kings!!
There's no escaping it, and you can't win a fight.
Suzaku's vision went black as he vaguely saw his death. He dared not have the slightest thought of fighting back. With a flap of his wings, he turned and fled!
After all, he was a true spirit demon king, so his escape speed was not slow. His essence blood melted and evaporated recklessly.
The half-demon body transformed into a golden flame and streaked through the air, disappearing in a flash, leaving only a trail of golden flame burning fiercely in the sky.
"Want to escape?"
Jiang Han merely glanced up, then his figure flickered and vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already standing in mid-air above the Vermilion Bird's head, shattering a large area of fire curtain with one foot and stomping heavily on the Vermilion Bird's head, while his right hand was outstretched and pressed down hard.
A cool breeze blew across her scalp, and Zhuque hurriedly looked up, nearly scared to death.
It was burning its life essence to use a fire-based secret technique to escape.
At this moment, its escape speed could reach 50,000 to 60,000 miles in an instant, a speed that was almost comparable to that of an ordinary Void Refinement cultivator.
But this kid was able to catch up so quickly, and even keep up with it. What kind of monster is this?!
The Vermilion Bird was so frightened that its heart was trembling, but it still raised its fiery wings and slapped them against its head.
Even knowing it's futile, it will struggle desperately until the very last moment.
As a dignified True Spirit Vermilion Bird in the Tribulation Transcending stage, even though it has fallen into such a predicament, even if it were to die, it should only die at the hands of the city lords who are also undergoing Tribulation Transcending. How could it die so miserably at the hands of a junior Nascent Soul cultivator?!
Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Suzaku's fear receded like a tide, replaced by an extreme anger.
A true spirit undergoing tribulation has its own pride. Even if this kid is a peerless genius that is only seen once in ten thousand years, he is not qualified to take the life of its true spirit, the Vermilion Bird!
The Vermilion Bird, filled with grief and indignation, opened its beak and hissed. A burst of blue flames erupted from its fiery wings, and its oppressive aura increased several levels.
Faced with life and death, it subtly touched the rules of this place, faintly revealing the aura of a Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator!
But at this moment.
Sensing the Vermilion Bird's unusual behavior, Jiang Han's mind stirred, and a long sword, half black and half white, appeared beside him.
The sword was surrounded by black and white spiritual light, which drifted slowly like wisps of smoke.
As a sword cultivator, his sword control skills are also quite remarkable.
Black and white smoke wisps flowed and converged, and under the control of divine sense, the Immortal-Slaying Sword transformed into a black and white stream of light that shot out!
The sword light stretched into a thin black and white line, carrying a sharp force capable of tearing everything apart, and violently stabbed towards the Vermilion Bird's brow.
The sharp sword tip tore through golden flames, pierced flesh, and plunged into the Vermilion Bird's brow with a soft thud, leaving only the hilt trembling slightly.
Golden blood splattered everywhere, like a fountain.
This sword strike pierced straight through the primordial spirit!
"what--!"
A hint of despair flickered in the Vermilion Bird's eyes. It let out a miserable cry, golden blood seeping from its sharp beak, yet it showed no sign of retreating. Instead, it roared fiercely:
"Damn it! You brat, you deserve to die!!!"
His narrow eyes flashed with a fierce light, his fiery wings retracted inward, and then he suddenly attacked, slamming heavily towards Jiang Han with a fierce yet powerless strike.
Snapped!
The enormous fiery wings were slapped away with a palm strike, and the Vermilion Bird's body staggered. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Han pressed down hard and slapped the Vermilion Bird's forehead.
boom.
A muffled thud was heard, sending invisible shockwaves scattering in all directions.
The Vermilion Bird's brow visibly sank downwards, and the whole world fell silent.
The fleeing Vermilion Bird suddenly stopped in place, its demonic body stiff as wood, unable to move an inch.
Only black smoke swirled around its brow, within which a palm-sized golden-red phoenix struggled and cried out, its body constantly bursting with crimson flames, trying to force back the black smoke.
"Damn it, let go! Let go of me now!!"
The Vermilion Bird's primordial spirit spewed fire, trying to force this terrifying brat back, but the flames were extinguished by black smoke as soon as they appeared, and it couldn't touch the opponent at all.
Jiang Han pressed his right hand into the black smoke, his five fingers slowly tightening, forcibly crushing layer after layer of crimson flames. Under the despairing gaze of the Vermilion Bird's primordial spirit, he gradually grabbed the primordial spirit's head and then pulled it outward with force!
cracking--!
The mournful cry of birds echoed through the sky, then quickly weakened and disappeared.
The golden-red Vermilion Bird's primordial spirit was forcibly pulled out, transforming into a streak of golden-red light that flew out and was grasped in Jiang Han's palm.
The tiny primordial spirit was now burning gently like a flame, all its previous ferocity gone.