Chapter 87

"Haha..."

The Primordial Yang Ruler hovered in the air, emitting a bright orange light that spread for several yards, dispelling the vengeful spirits and evil ghosts.

Then, the Primordial Yang Ruler spun and spewed out a Primordial Yang Golden Flower, which shot straight toward the Red-Eyed Child.

The Primordial Yang Golden Flower, infused with the Ling Fire of Yunyang, had astonishing power.

Wherever it went, the evil spirits and negative energy in the air were instantly cleansed.

"Good boy! Are you ready to fight to the death? Unfortunately, this old man won't give you that chance!"

The Red-Eyed Child sneered, formed a hand seal, and chanted a different incantation.

The Ten-Thousand Souls Banner beside him flew out, emitting a black light that countered the Primordial Yang Golden Flower in the air.

The Ten-Thousand Souls Banner was a pseudo-spiritual artifact, just like Su Shier's Primordial Yang Ruler.

Both were of the same rank, but the Ten-Thousand Souls Banner was trembling, clearly struggling.

Even so, it was no easy task to overcome it.

The Red-Eyed Child showed no fear, and even a faint smile appeared on his lips.

On the other hand, Su Shier was drenched in sweat, his lips pale, and his body trembling slightly.

This was a sign that his true essence was running out.

He practiced the Small Circulation Qi Cultivation Technique, which made his true essence much more substantial than that of ordinary cultivators, but it couldn't withstand such a drain.

"Boy, your true essence is much more substantial than I imagined."

"Unfortunately, from the looks of it, you can probably only hold on for ten more breaths!"

"Anyone who dares to pluck a hair from a tiger's head should be prepared to die!"

As the Red-Eyed Child spoke, he intensified his cultivation, and a powerful true essence spewed from his mouth.

He was cautious and didn't want to waste any more time, even for ten breaths.

He was willing to overexert his true essence to kill the opponent on the spot.

What a cunning old man!

Su Shier's pupils constricted, immediately feeling the pressure increase, as if he were being drained.

But his eyes flashed with determination.

"Hmph! Who will die is still uncertain!"

With a grunt, Su Shier

raised his hand, and a white cold light shot out, heading straight for the Red-Eyed Child at lightning speed.

"Another hidden weapon? Do you think the same trick will work again?"

The Red-Eyed Child sneered, confident in his protective soft armor.

But his cautious nature made him take extra precautions.

He formed another hand seal, and suddenly, dark mist surged around him.

"Hmph, even if you have another Primordial Yang treasure, this old man will... What?! A demonic weapon?!"

The Red-Eyed Child was confident, but halfway through his sentence, he saw the cold light pierce through the black mist and enter his chest.

His soft armor, a high-quality magical tool, was like paper in the face of this cold light.

A piercing pain invaded his mind, and his entire aura became chaotic and violent.

Looking down at his bleeding chest, he was filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible! You... You actually have a top-grade demonic weapon?!"

His soft armor was a high-quality magical tool, making it extremely difficult for ordinary magical tools to penetrate.

Combined with the defensive mist formed by the dark energy, neither the most yang treasures nor ordinary magical tools could penetrate it.

Such double-layered defense could even withstand the attack of a Ninth Stage Qi Cultivation cultivator.

But he never expected that Su Shier's final strike would be a top-grade demonic weapon.

After all, Su Shier's previous attacks were all with yang treasures.

A demonic weapon of this level could only be refined by a top-notch demonic cultivator.

In the moment of life and death, countless doubts and shock flashed through the Red-Eyed Child's mind.

He also felt a bit of regret.

He had been cautious, but if he had been even more cautious, he might not have met such an end.

However, Su Shier had no intention of answering him.

The Bone Spike was incredibly powerful, but it was a demonic weapon. If he had used it rashly, it might have been countered.

From the beginning, he had used various ordinary magical tools and yang treasures to engage the opponent.

Even the seven Soul-Severing Nails were just more sinister hidden weapons.

All for this final strike.

To prevent the opponent from seeing through it, he even covered the Bone Spike with a layer of Yunyang Ling Fire, which caused irreparable damage to the magical tool.

Seeing the sneak attack succeed, Su Shier didn't waste time and forced the last bit of true essence into the Primordial Yang Ruler.

The Primordial Yang Ruler trembled slightly, and the Primordial Yang Golden Flower in the air grew even stronger.

The Ten-Thousand Souls Banner, without support, trembled and fell to the ground.

In the mountain hollow, countless vengeful spirits and evil ghosts instantly turned into dark wind and returned to the Ten-Thousand Souls Banner.

"Puff!"

Then, the Primordial Yang Golden Flower landed on the Red-Eyed Child.

"Haha..."

A black-green flame ignited.

The Red-Eyed Child let out a piercing scream, writhing in pain. But it was futile; his evil cultivation met its match with the Primordial Yang Golden Fire, like a flame falling into an oil drum.

In a short while, the Red-Eyed Child was completely burned to ashes, dissipating into the air.

On the ground, only a storage bag and a dark red soft armor remained.

Su Shier used the object control technique to grab the items on the ground.

Then, he walked to the boulder and quickly collected the Golden Holy Spirit Spring.

With the Golden Holy Spirit Spring in hand, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Suppressing his excitement, he put away the Primordial Yang Umbrella to protect himself, then sat down and took several pills to quickly recover his true essence.

His true essence was severely depleted, and if he didn't recover quickly, he wouldn't be able to handle any more dangers.

On the hillside, Jiang Feixue was dumbfounded, her eyes wide open.

She had only wanted Su Shier to save her brother, but she never expected him to directly kill the Red-Eyed Child!

Brother Zhu... He's so powerful?!

Jiang Feixue's big, watery eyes widened, and she hurriedly walked toward the mountain hollow.

In the mountain hollow, the white-robed man and others were also wide-eyed and shocked.

They couldn't believe that the arrogant Red-Eyed Child, who held the Ten-Thousand Souls Banner and had slaughtered nearly a thousand cultivators upon his appearance, had been killed like this.

And the one who killed him was just a Seventh Stage Qi Cultivation cultivator.

Looking at Su Shier, the white-robed man's expression was particularly serious.

He swallowed a handful of pills and tried to heal his injuries.

In his view, this person was clearly the sparrow in the idiom "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the sparrow behind."

Once this person finished recovering, their lives would still be uncertain.

Unfortunately, he had overexerted his cultivation, and his internal meridians were damaged, making the medicine ineffective.

At this moment, a figure appeared in his line of sight, causing his pupils to constrict.

"Little sister?!"

"Brother, how are you feeling?" Jiang Feixue hurried to the white-robed man and asked with concern.

The white-robed man smiled bitterly and shook his head, then said, "You came just in time. Help me leave, or once this person recovers, it will be another trouble."

"Brother, don't worry. This is my friend, Zhu Hanwei, a wandering cultivator. I specially asked him to save you all!"

Jiang Feixue smiled, showing two sweet dimples.

"Um! How did you meet?"

The white-robed man nodded lightly, his gaze sweeping over Su Shier, his eyes filled with deep meaning, but his thoughts were different.

Saving us? He probably waited for us to fight the Red-Eyed Child to a stalemate before making his move!

What a cunning kid!

Xue'er is good in every way, but she's too trusting.