Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 704 - 639: Heart Demon of the Realm of Desire

It was the voice of Patriarch Wu.

Unfortunately, the reminder was slightly late.

Some Qi Cultivation Realm cultivators, secretly observing the battlefield, felt dizzy and saw stars, collapsing to the ground.

Fortunately, Shen Xuan’s Sword Intent wasn’t released.

These cultivators rested for a moment and gradually recovered.

"This is the reinforcements brought by the Wu Family, so strong!"

"On the opposite side is the Jile Demon Lord of the Hehuan Sect, Late Stage Demon Pill. Which True Master is fighting him?"

"Who else could it be? It must be True Master Profound Ice of Little Gu Peak, without a doubt!"

"Indeed, only he can battle the Jile Demon Lord."

Some Foundation Establishment loose cultivators focused their attention and watched with great interest.

They were far from the battlefield and didn’t need to fear the magical power impact of the two experts’ fights.

Some loose cultivators even crushed Spirit Stones, replenished Spiritual Power while staring blankly at the Ice Soul Divine Light, comprehending its mysteries.

If fortune smiles upon them, understanding even a sliver would be endlessly beneficial in their lifetime.

"Sword Qi Condensing Silk! You actually cultivated Sword Dao too!"

The Jile Demon Lord’s serene expression instantly vanished, revealing a trace of incredulous shock.

His signature divine power, [Soul-devouring Demon Wind], was effortlessly countered by a newly promoted Golden Core Cultivator of the Cyan Cloud Sect.

This situation was the first time he had encountered it.

Before the Jile Demon Lord could change his move.

Shen Xuan’s eyes flickered with red light, pointing his fingers like a sword, slicing forward through the void.

"Break!"

The Ice Soul Divine Sword emitted a piercing sword hum again, transforming into an extreme cold light that stretched across the sky, carrying decisive killing intent to slash through the void, fiercely stabbing towards the massive demon fan in the air!

Where the Sword Qi passed, the space froze, leaving a path of extreme cold, crystalline.

This time, Sword Intent was released, sharp without match.

The observing Foundation Establishment cultivators felt a pain in their eyes, their Divine Souls like being pierced by needles, closing their eyes one after another, casting defensive spells.

A series of Protective Spirit Shields brightened.

"True Master Profound Ice, does the Ice Technique divine power really possess such might?"

Patriarch Wu was dumbfounded, murmuring to himself.

Liu Ruyan’s red lips parted slightly, the smile on Immortal Yaoyu’s face froze, Wu Xiaotian’s eyes widened like copper bells.

Amidst a torrent of shocked gazes, the incoming Profound Ice Sword rainbow, with the force of a thunderbolt, fiercely stabbed into the surface of the giant demon fan.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of breaking clearly reached the ears of the surrounding people.

The folding fan shrank instantly, flying into the hand of the Jile Demon Lord.

The roaring cyclone was shredded into pieces, abruptly halting, gradually dissipating into nothingness by the millions of strands of Sword Silk from the Ice Soul Divine Light.

The surrounding crowd stared blankly at Shen Xuan.

"Is Senior Brother this strong?"

Wu Yuting murmured to herself.

At this moment, she didn’t notice.

Her sister, Wu Xueting, looking at Shen Xuan, had a strange shine in her eyes.

The same dumbfoundment was seen on the face of Patriarch Wu.

"Spanning two minor realms, can True Master Profound Ice truly defeat the Jile Demon Lord?"

"He formed his Core over thirty years, yet I have wasted two hundred."

"Is the disparity between people truly this vast?"

Beside him, Wu Yaoyu wore an expression of admiration and envy.

This is the demeanor of a sect’s Golden Core!

Even when facing a Demon Lord two minor realms higher, he can remain composed and effortless.

"Sadly, I have condensed a Fake Pill!"

"Heavenly Dao is fifty, evolves into forty-nine, with one hidden. It’s the variable, sought but never guaranteed."

"Even Fake Pill can be broken and re-condensed!"

"As cultivators of our kind, we naturally defy heaven, how can we stand still, stagnant!"

For a moment, Wu Yaoyu was filled with high ambition.

On the other side.

Liu Ruyan, Immortal Yaoyu, Wu Xiaotian, the three exchanged glances.

Their eyes appropriately revealed a trace of worry.

True Master Profound Ice of the Cyan Cloud Sect, with such formidable strength, surpassed their imagination.

From initial confidence to the current, in the depths of their hearts, they couldn’t help but evaluate the strength of both parties.

Even if they were optimistic, they had to admit that True Master Profound Ice indeed had the power to directly confront their master.

The Jile Demon Lord stood in mid-air, his Divine Sense tightly locked onto Shen Xuan.

"Impressive. Thirty years into Core Formation, you actually possess power akin to Late Stage True Pill, worthy of the double pride of Song Country."

"No wonder you dare to act insolent before this lord, you do have some worth."

"If you were Golden Core Middle Stage, perhaps this lord would avoid you three points. Unfortunately, you’re merely Golden Core Early Stage!"

The Jile Demon Lord said with a cold sneer.

He pinched a spell, pure black Demonic Qi rolled madly, the surface of the folding fan lighting up progressively.

However, this time it was no longer dim demon light, but a layer of enchanting pink radiance, dream-like, flowing endlessly.

The fan surface gently swayed, an alluring aroma spread that was sweet to the bone, making spirits sway.

Coming along with it was an elusive, pulse-raising seductive sound.

The Jile Demon Lord carried a hint of malevolent charm in his smile, lightly waving the fan towards Shen Xuan.

Instantly, the scene before Shen Xuan rippled and shattered like water waves.

Everything vanished without a trace.

He arrived in a luxurious palace where warm jades exuded fragrance, light veils danced.

The fragrance grew denser, resembling orchids and musk, intoxicating.

Soon after, graceful figures emerged from the floating pink mist.

These women, stunning beyond compare, their skin like snow, eyes glistening, clad only in thin, cicada-wing-like lingerie, vividly accentuating enticing curves.

They walked lightly, their smiles blooming like flowers, their glances radiating alluring charm, directly surrounding Shen Xuan.

Shen Xuan’s gaze swept over them, his heart slightly alerted.

All these women he recognized.

The petite and charming Ding Yuyao, brows and eyes brimming with spring.

The playful and lively Su Xue’Er, tempting eyes like silk.

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