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Chapter 7 - Ruthless and Cold

"Cough… cough… shit, I pushed myself too much."

After coughing up black blood nonstop, the elder finally managed to suppress it, still sweating in pain.

During this visit to the secret trial, he was ambushed by a demon cultivator and almost lost his life.

But although he survived, his situation was dire. He was so heavily injured that even using a little strength to put on an act before Zhiran had already weakened him.

He couldn't even leave this place, afraid that the demonic cultivator was still lurking nearby.

"Fortunately, someone stumbled into this cave. I hope that brat gives the news to the sect."

He mumbled, feeling so weak.

He even retracted his spiritual consciousness once he made sure Zhiran had left the vicinity.

He didn't want to waste an ounce of strength on anything else right now.

"Damn this corpse poison, it just won't leave me alone. Why is it so hard to get rid of it?"

Elder Shuren cursed, coughing and heaving heavily, clearly trying to fight the poison that had afflicted him.

His hand, now exposed from the black robe, trembled without pause… black pus seeping out, as if his body itself was dying.

"Yeah, that's why you shouldn't poison someone, don't you think?"

Just when Elder Shuren was trying too hard not to lose his consciousness to the injury, he suddenly heard a faint voice from the front.

"Who…?"

Hearing the voice, he was completely caught off guard and looked ahead, only to see a crimson-colored talisman floating in his vision.

"Ignite!"

Then, before he could even react, the talisman in front stirred restlessly.

"KA-BOOM!"

Then, with a bang, it directly exploded right in front of Elder Shuren's face, throwing him back against the wall of the cave forcefully.

Since he was severely injured, he even withdrew his Qi barrier to conserve energy just now. 

As a result, the full force of the explosion struck his body directly, charring his face until it looked like coal.

To make matters worse, the cave collapsed on top of him, leaving him buried beneath the debris.

If not for his body being tempered and strengthened by his higher realm, he would already be dead.

Even so, his situation was far from good.

"W-what? You… what the fuck are you doing?"

Only now did Elder Shuren see who it was.

It was none other than Mo Zhiran, who had inexplicably returned after leaving him here.

And even used such a low-grade talisman to attack him, who was at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, without any fear. 

'Is this guy crazy?'

"What am I doing?"

Zhiran looked at the elder's cold, murderous gaze with a faint smile.

Just like he thought, this elder was indeed heavily injured and couldn't even defend against such a low-level attack. 

When he entered the cave before and saw the traces of activity at the center of the cave, then felt a faint tremor from his hand when he received that letter, he already guessed the situation.

And when he could come this close to him without alerting him, he was finally sure that this guy was on the verge of death.

So, he decided to make it easier for the elder.

He was a good disciple, right?

"What do you think I am doing here?"

Zhiran asked with a cold smile, all the while already closing the distance until he was right before the elder's battered body.

Then, without giving Elder Shuren a chance to react, Zhiran raised the Yellow Grade Sword in his hand and, with a sharp, merciless thrust, the blade drove downward, piercing straight through the debris into Shuren's abdomen.

"Puchi! …Cough! Fuck!"

Only, the sword attack this time didn't go as easily as his talismans.

After piercing only a little, up to the dantian, it was stopped by the Qi barrier conjured by Elder Shuren.

So, except for wounding him painfully, Zhiran didn't do much, as Elder Shuren was still alive.

"Kid, cough… do you think it is that easy to kill a Foundation Building cultivator?"

Seeing him failing, the elder, despite being heavily injured, smiled coldly with a murderous gaze.

He never thought that this outer disciple of his sect was so crazy.

In the realm of Qi Condensation, he directly tried to kill his elder, who was at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Even if he was heavily injured, he felt extremely insulted.

However, before he could use his remaining energy to get up and kill Zhiran in anger, he heard a faint whisper again, akin to a whisper of death.

"Of course, I know. How can I not know how hard it is to kill a Foundation Building expert?"

After all, Zhiran was an Early Stage Gold Core cultivator when he died.

Of course, he knew everything about the mere Foundation realm.

And precisely because of this, he took such a big gamble to kill the elder right now.

"But, look where you are pierced? And guess what I will use my Qi to destroy it?"

As soon as Zhiran said that, he did it immediately, without giving the elder a chance to defend himself.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, the tip of the sword, lodged deep in the elder's abdomen near his dantian, began to stir as a surge of Qi flowed into it from Zhiran's hand.

Then, with a sharp bang, all the Qi from the sword's tip erupted, directly striking the dantian and piercing it completely.

"WHAT? NO…"

Elder Shuren never thought that a Qi Condensation cultivator could have such precise control of his Qi, not to mention the knowledge of where to strike to pierce the dantian so easily.

So, he was once again completely caught off guard and clearly felt the impact, crying desperately as he felt the leakage of his Qi from his dantian.

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