586: Chapter 587 Displaying Power!

"So that's how it is..."

Soul-Devouring Demon Lord muttered in a low voice, a trace of inexplicable excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Killing people can make me stronger? Good, good, good, this simply suits this Lord's desires perfectly."

Even without this so-called System, he had the confidence to elevate his Cultivation to a new height within a short period of time relying on his own foundation.

Perhaps in just a few years, he could re-ascend to the Golden Core Peak, and even sprint towards Nascent Soul.

But this was only a theoretical situation; let alone whether the resources of this Realm could support him in such a smooth and unimpeded Breakthrough, one must also consider the attitude of those powerful Cultivators in this Realm.

Soul-Devouring Demon Lord always held the greatest malice when speculating about others.

If it were him, knowing that someone underneath was Cultivating at such an absurdly fast speed, out of fear and wariness, he would definitely make a move in advance to kill and prevent the other party from achieving the Dao.

But the appearance of the System at this moment allowed him to see another more efficient path to rise.

It would be no exaggeration to say it was tailor-made for him.

Directly plundering Cultivation was both simple and direct.

Perhaps by killing until the end, slaying those few Nascent Soul old freaks of this Realm together, and swallowing their Cultivation, perhaps he could even attempt to impact the position of Dao Venerable of Spirit Transformation right in this Realm.

When the time comes, after going out and refining the true Dao of Reincarnation, wouldn't he be able to directly prove the Dao of Soul Transformation?

The more Soul-Devouring Demon Lord thought about it, the more excited he became. Looking again at those bodyguards whose faces were horrified because he instantly killed their companion, his eyes were completely filled with the gaze of looking at "meat cattle".

These were all talents!

Therefore, without staying for even a moment, his figure surged and he rushed into the remaining bodyguards like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

Those bodyguards were not pushovers either; although they were terrified in their hearts, their movements were not slow.

They saw them simultaneously urge spiritual power, and several Spell attacks assaulted Soul-Devouring from different directions.

Fire snakes, ice spikes, Flying Swords...

Mana intertwined into a net, and the offensive was so dense that there were almost no dead angles.

However, Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's figure moved and dodged like a ghost in the cramped ward.

The footwork seemed casual, but it was precise down to the fraction of a millimeter, and every sway happened to avoid the fatal spots.

That was not some fancy movement technique, but an instinct tempered by tens of thousands of years of combat experience, as if everyone's attack trajectories had already been pre-simulated thousands of times.

However, he did not blindly dodge, finding the right timing, his left hand formed hand seals.

A streak of "Qianqing Ice Flame" flashed and disappeared at his fingertips.

Almost the moment the hand seals were completed, it had already condensed into a cyan-blue flame that left his hand and precisely sank into the chest of a bodyguard.

That bodyguard didn't even have time to let out a muffled groan before his whole body convulsed, and the whole person was ignited from the inside out, turning into a charred corpse, and an unpleasant odor instantly permeated.

And Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, having finished all this, did not stop there.

Seeing his right hand point like a sword, the magic sword obtained from Chen Xuanbi was instantly maneuvered.

A silvery-white sword light orbited his body for a circle, and then carved precise and elegant arcs in the cramped space.

A bodyguard didn't even have time to see clearly how the other party made a move before he already felt a coolness in his throat, his vision went black, and finally his consciousness collapsed.

After sealing the throat with a single sword, the sword momentum remained undiminished, and wherever it passed, one bodyguard after another clutched their throats, widened their eyes, and fell silently.

Although those bodyguards were all Foundation Establishment Cultivators, in the eyes of Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, their movements were too slow, there were too many flaws, and their reactions were dull.

In just a few short breaths, the eight elite bodyguards had already fallen all over the floor in disarray.

The smell of blood in the ward was so thick it was almost suffocating.

[Ding —— Killed a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, devouring their Cultivation...]

[Ding —— Killed an Early Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, devouring their Cultivation...]

Listening to the System prompt tones ringing one after another in his Sea of Consciousness, Soul-Devouring Demon Lord stood in the center of the corpses, feeling strands of pure Cultivation surging into his body like a breached torrent.

That spiritual power poured into his Dantian and Qi Sea like living water, and then was tempered and condensed.

The Qi Sea within his Dantian also vaguely showed a trend of evolving towards a Golden Core.

And the Realm of Soul-Devouring Demon Lord was promoted by another level once more, logically breaking through to the Late Stage Foundation Establishment!

The surging spiritual power fluctuations took him as the center, fiercely slapping the square inch of space around him.

As for the two people who had already turned dazed beside him, he couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to them.

And Chen Xuanbi and Su Wanqing were completely frightened silly at this moment.

They originally thought that with eight Foundation Establishment elites swarming up, even if the other party broke through Foundation Establishment, two fists would inevitably be hard-pressed against four hands.

As a result, before even the time of a cup of tea had passed, all eight people were completely gone.

That speed, and the ruthlessness of the strikes, was simply as neat as harvesting leeks.

At this time, how could Chen Xuanbi have even the slightest thought of coveting the other party's secret?

His legs were already trembling, his face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled wanting to say something, but he found that he couldn't even make a sound.

However, although they were terrified in their hearts, the two of them ultimately retained a last shred of composure.

Because they still had the Dao-protecting means left behind by the Golden Core Ancestor on them, which was their true trump card, enough to make them fearless when facing any Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Su Wanqing tremblingly felt out a jade talisman as translucent as mutton-fat white jade from her close-fitting clothing pocket.

That jade talisman was warm and moist throughout, with a deep and heavy golden light circulating inside. Between movement and stillness, it was as if a living creature was breathing within it.

And Chen Xuanbi likewise took out a palm-sized silver sword pellet from his bosom.

The surface of the sword pellet was as smooth as a mirror, and one could faintly see a miniature small sword slowly rotating inside.

The two exchanged a glance, and simultaneously slowly injected spiritual power into the Dao-protecting objects in their hands.

The jade talisman and the sword pellet lit up at the same time, but did not immediately burst out with destructive power.

It was merely like a sharp sword suspended above their heads, drawn back without firing.

But two strands of dao rhymes belonging to Golden Core True Persons began to permeate around.

Deep, heavy, carrying a sense of looking down from a high position, like two invisible mountains pressing down into this space.

And after feeling that familiar dao rhyme, Su Wanqing and Chen Xuanbi also simultaneously settled down somewhat, which also allowed them to regain some of their confidence.

Thus, Chen Xuanbi took a deep breath and looked at Soul-Devouring Demon Lord.

"Qin Ming, you have also seen it. This is a Dao-protecting object bestowed by my family's Old Ancestor. The Divine Might of a Golden Core True Person is not something a Foundation Establishment Cultivator like you can contend against.

I advise you not to court your own doom; everyone takes a step back, and this matter ends here. We can pretend that nothing ever happened and let bygones be bygones."

Su Wanqing also hurriedly chimed in.

"That's right... Qin Ming, our Su family is not to be trifled with either. If you stop now, I can have my family not pursue your actions today.

You... take care of yourself!"

The words spoken by the two sounded tough, but anyone could hear the inner cowardice masked by a fierce exterior.

And these words falling into the ears of Soul-Devouring Demon Lord appeared even more absurd and laughable.

He slightly tilted his head, felt the two strands of Golden Core pressure permeating around, and couldn't help but scoff.

That laughter was not loud, but it carried an undisguised contempt and mockery.

"You haven't even touched the power of Law, yet you dare to call yourselves Golden Core True Persons. Truly laughable, truly laughable!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Su Wanqing and Chen Xuanbi instantly turned extremely ugly.

They did not expect that to this extent, Soul-Devouring Demon Lord still maintained this condescending posture.

It was as if even Golden Core True Persons in his eyes were nothing more than ants that could be easily wiped out at will.

This naked contempt made them feel even more uncomfortable than any insult, like an invisible slap fiercely hitting their faces.

A wave of shame, annoyance, and anger surged simultaneously in the hearts of the two.

But at the same time, they also thoroughly understood that the other party had no intention of negotiating peace whatsoever.

Since that was the case, there was no need for further words.

Although this Dao-protecting object was incomparably precious and was a life-saving trump card bestowed by the Old Ancestor, using one meant one less, but now that it was a life-or-death moment, they couldn't care about reluctance anymore.

Thus, the two no longer hesitated, simultaneously fiercely pouring all their spiritual power into the Dao-protecting objects in their hands!

The jade talisman and the sword pellet suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light, and two vast Golden Core great forces gushed out like a breached torrent!

In an instant, two blurry and majestic phantom images of old men simultaneously emerged in the room.

Although the facial features of those two phantoms were blurry and their features could not be seen clearly, they exuded a heavy and deep pressure like a mountain.

It was as if two Immortals standing in the clouds overlooking all living beings simultaneously lowered their gazes, coldly staring at the ants below.

However, these two phantoms obviously lacked spiritual intelligence, acting just like a pre-set program.

As soon as they appeared, they firmly locked onto Soul-Devouring Demon Lord.

One of them slowly raised a finger, the fingertip condensing a streak of pure golden light, as if compressing the weight of the entire world into a single point, transforming into a heaven-supporting finger that slowly pressed down.

And the other pointed like a sword, a sword light traversing the Void Realm condensing out of thin air, carrying the momentum of splitting mountains and cracking rocks, severing all things, slashing down head-on toward Soul-Devouring Demon Lord!

In an instant, the room, which had already experienced a great battle, could no longer bear the weight and was instantly torn apart by these two forces.

Walls collapsed, floor slabs broke, and the building structures of several floors up and down were torn apart by those two Golden Core powers as if they were made of paper.

Gravel splattered, steel bars twisted. Dust permeated, as if the entire floor was cut off at the waist by an invisible giant blade, and the next moment it would turn into a ruin.

However, just as that violent power was about to continue overflowing and completely destroy the entire hospital building,

a streak of spiritual light suddenly lit up from deep within the hospital's walls.

A massive defensive Formation was automatically activated, with layers of spiritual patterns intertwining into a net, forcibly constraining the two Golden Core pressures within a certain range.

Between the circulation of spiritual light, it was like an invisible cage firmly locking this destructive power within, not allowing it to spread further away.

But the Formation could trap the aftermath of the power, yet it would not stop the murderous offensive within it.

The finger and the sword still maintained their undiminished momentum, shrouding down head-on towards Soul-Devouring Demon Lord.

And at this time, Su Wanqing and Chen Xuanbi had long retreated to a safe corner by taking advantage of the aftermath of that impact.

They looked at the figure about to be swallowed by the Golden Core strike as if looking at a dead person, their eyes carrying a near-mad pleasure of revenge.

However, Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, standing right in the center of the pincer attack of the two Golden Core pressures, had a complexion that remained as calm as usual.

It was as if those great forces sufficient to crush a building falling into his eyes were nothing more than a passing flash in the pan.

"Hmph, still putting up a front when death is imminent."

Su Wanqing couldn't help but sneer aloud. In her view, this was merely putting on a calm facade when facing imminent death.

However, they did not know that Soul-Devouring Demon Lord was not putting on a calm facade.

He indeed knew that this Golden Core strike was not easy to take.

But he, Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, had roamed unhindered for tens of thousands of years; what scenes had he not seen?

The reason why the other party thought they had victory in hand was simply because the Golden Core rank was placed here, being far superior to Foundation Establishment on a hierarchical level, like a dimensional strike.

But what they didn't know was that he had never been an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Since the other party wanted to use the "Realm gap" to suppress him, he would also let them witness what a true "rank" was.

Seeing Soul-Devouring Demon Lord raise both hands, amidst his ten fingers flying, light circulating with the Five Elements condensed in his palms.

The sharpness of Metal, the vitality of Wood, the moisture of Water, the fierceness of Fire, the thickness of Earth.

The powers of the five heavenly Laws intertwined and rotated in his palms, ultimately transforming into a slowly rotating Five Elements grinding mill.

Although the grinding mill was not huge, it exuded an extremely archaic aura.

As soon as it appeared, it rapidly rotated upwards, greeting the two Golden Core phantoms!

Indeed, he could not use the Law of Reincarnation right now.

But with his Late Stage Nascent Soul rank, forcibly borrowing a trace of the fundamental Laws of heaven and earth to deal with the current situation was still barely achievable.

Boom——!

When the two collided, there was no evenly matched struggle as imagined.

The golden heaven-supporting giant finger crashed into the grinding mill, and under the grinding of the Five Elements circulation, it shattered inch by inch.

Like a giant tree thrown into high-speed rotating gears, it instantly turned into fragments filling the sky.

Immediately following, that sword light traversing the heavens and earth slashed down right behind, yet it likewise disintegrated inch by inch under the rotation and crushing of the grinding mill, turning into fragments that dissipated into the air.

And the Five Elements grinding mill's momentum remained undiminished, like an unstoppable giant heavy truck, crushing frontally towards the two phantoms!

In an instant, two furious shouts faintly came from within the Void Realm, like echoes coming from an extremely distant place, carrying fury and disbelief.

"How dare you——!"

However, the Five Elements grinding mill still showed no intention of stopping, crashing down with a roar.

The two phantoms shattered inch by inch like colored glaze, turning into flowing lights filling the sky and dissipating into the air.

Although a Golden Core strike was strong, it was after all only a projection of power, whereas what Soul-Devouring Demon Lord was driving was the Law of heaven and earth itself.

On the level of Law, these two Golden Core projections that hadn't even touched the power of Law were like paper tigers, piercing through at a single poke.

However, although the Five Elements grinding mill displayed great might, under the consumption of those two Golden Core strikes, its power was already left with very little.

Yet after all, it did not completely dissipate, and carrying a final bit of lingering charm, it heavily bombarded Su Wanqing and Chen Xuanbi who were already stunned in the distance!

In an instant, the two were blasted flying like kites with broken strings, heavily crashing into the shattered walls.

After successively crashing through several walls, they barely stopped amidst the gravel and dust.