"Boy, come out and die now, and I might consider leaving you a whole corpse!" The middle-aged cultivator spoke arrogantly, his narrow eyes filled with contempt, his immortal sword gleaming coldly in his hand.
He was already determined to kill the Wuhuan!
"Quite the boast, then come and try!" Knowing he couldn't dodge, Wu Heng didn't hesitate any longer. His entire body suddenly erupted with golden divine power, soaring into the sky from the snow. His whole body was covered in snow, and with a tremor, the snow turned into snowflakes that scattered across the earth like fireworks.
"Hmph, just a mortal cultivator, prepare to die!" The middle-aged cultivator's immortal sword burst forth with dazzling light, and he took the initiative, the next second already slashing at Wu Heng's neck.
Wu Heng's eyesight was superb, and he had already sensed it. He quickly leaped back dozens of meters. This person's cultivation was a whole realm higher than Wu Heng's, making it very difficult for him to escape unscathed. At this moment, his mind was in turmoil.
The middle-aged cultivator slashed through the air with his sword, creating a howling gale that sent the surrounding leaves rustling wildly. He was quite surprised that Wu Heng had reacted in time, and said, "Not bad. You're the first mortal cultivator to dodge my deadly attack!"
Without further ado, the middle-aged cultivator unleashed his full essence to its limit, causing a dazzling, radiant glow. He used his divine sense to toss the immortal sword into the void. The sword, exuding a murderous aura, seemed capable of annihilating all things, transforming into a streak of light as it hurtled towards Wu Heng.
The middle-aged cultivator grinned sinisterly and shouted, "Let's see where you can hide this time!"
"It's just a mortal immortal sword, why should I dodge it!" Wu Heng did not back down. Facing the immortal sword that was driven by his divine sense, he simply met it with a punch. As a divine body, his fist was the most powerful divine weapon!
"Buzz!"
The sword collided with Wu Heng's fist, producing a piercing sound. Before Wu Heng could retreat, the immortal sword was shattered into pieces by Wu Heng's punch, its brilliance completely dissipated, and it instantly turned into an ordinary iron sword, which fell to the ground.
"You, you actually dared to destroy my immortal sword..." The middle-aged cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes bursting with overwhelming killing intent. The immortal sword was refined from his primordial spirit and essence. If the immortal sword was destroyed, he would also suffer a great loss of vital energy.
However, the middle-aged cultivator was also clearly shocked by Wu Heng. A mere mortal cultivator at the second level of the Heavenly Realm had actually managed to turn his immortal sword into scrap metal with his physical body. Such physical strength was simply unbelievable.
This also made him dare not underestimate Wu Heng's strength.
Wu Heng was clearly in no better shape. Relying on his physical strength, he fought head-on against the magic weapon of a cultivator at the second level of the Acquired Realm, resulting in severe damage to his primordial spirit. Blood was even coming from his tiger's mouth, his face was as pale as snow, and his body was trembling so much that he could hardly stand.
"puff"
Suddenly, Wu Heng felt a burning sensation in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, dissolving on the snow. He knew he was in trouble; showing weakness in front of the enemy at this time would clearly boost their morale.
"Hmph, I thought you were some kind of monster, able to destroy my immortal sword with your physical body and still get away with it. Now you're doomed!" The middle-aged cultivator's face was pale, but seeing that Wu Heng was already at his limit, he laughed out loud with his teeth stained red with blood.
"Go to hell!" The middle-aged cultivator suddenly unleashed terrifying essence from his entire body, his killing intent boiling, a fierce wind rising, as he struck out with a world-shattering palm strike towards Wu Heng.
Wu Heng let out a bitter laugh, unleashing his full divine power to meet the middle-aged cultivator's murderous palm strike head-on.
With a deafening roar, boundless spiritual energy emanated from the surrounding plants and trees, causing them to tilt.
The middle-aged cultivator was, after all, a whole realm higher than Wu Heng. His full-force palm strike sent Wu Heng flying, coughing up another mouthful of blood. Wu Heng struggled to his feet, his eyes flashing with a chilling, venomous light.
Like a terrifying beast on the verge of extinction!
Both were fighting to the death. The middle-aged cultivator pressed his advantage, striking Wu Heng's chest with another palm. Exhausted, Wu Heng had no way to deal with it and his divine body took the blow head-on.
"Crunch."
Wu Heng felt as if his chest had been shattered, his whole body was weak, and his blood was churning. He had no power to resist the middle-aged cultivator. A sense of powerlessness surged into his heart. At this moment, he remembered the importance of strength. Without enough strength to protect himself, he would always be trampled underfoot and abused by others.
"This is the price for destroying my immortal sword!" The middle-aged cultivator roared, his robes fluttering without wind, his essence condensing in his palm, bringing with it a violent gale, and he struck Wu Heng with his third palm.
"Boom!" Wu Heng was blasted away like a scarecrow, crashing into an ancient pine tree. He spat out a mouthful of golden blood, which was the essence blood of a cultivator. The fact that so much essence blood was gushing out meant that Wu Heng had no power to resist anymore. He felt his body being smashed apart, and he couldn't draw out a single trace of essence from his dantian.
Wu Heng was not knocked unconscious, but the middle-aged cultivator's hands were numb from the shock. He was filled with shock. A cultivator at the second level of the mortal realm could actually withstand three of his full-force palm strikes with his bare body. He was simply a monster!
Looking into Wu Heng's murderous eyes, the middle-aged cultivator felt a chill run down his spine. A sudden coldness surged from his heart, making his hands and feet tremble and rendering him unable to move. He was terrified. What on earth was going on?
"Alas, poor little fellow, beaten like this by a useless cultivator, truly a disgrace to the ancient name of the Profound Ice Divine Body!" Snowflake's mocking voice appeared in Wu Heng's mind.
"Hmph, now you're making sarcastic remarks? Why didn't you make a move sooner?" Wu Heng was furious. If Ice Soul Frost Flame had acted any later, he probably would have been killed by that cultivator.
But now, even if Wu Heng doesn't die, he'll be crippled...
"Hehe, you're weak and you're blaming others? If we don't give you a good beating, how can we expect you to work hard at cultivation in the future?" Snowflakes chuckled calmly, her charming laughter like the melodious sound of a heavenly zither, captivating the soul.
"Hmph!" Wu Heng was burning with anger, no longer the carefree sixteen-year-old boy he usually was.
"Alright, silly boy, don't be so petty. Go drink the blood of that ice bear. It will be very good for you. With my current strength, I can only help you control that cultivator for half a minute."
The middle-aged cultivator was terrified. His entire body was frozen in ice, and only his two eyeballs could move. He saw Wu Heng stand up like a heartless beast, his body hunched over, walking unsteadily, his white robes stained red with blood.
What was most terrifying was Wu Heng's icy gaze. Just one look was enough to make one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, the chill penetrating to the heart. This was killing intent, an extremely terrifying killing intent... He couldn't imagine that such a young boy could have such a monstrous look in his eyes.
However, what puzzled the middle-aged cultivator was that Wu Heng simply swept past him, as if ignoring his existence, and walked directly toward the heavy corpse of the Ice Mountain Snow Bear.
Like a wild beast, Wu Heng tore open the massive snow bear's pelt and plunged his head into its belly, sucking up all of its blood.
As expected, before the celestial herb had completely dissolved inside the snow bear's body, a fragrant aroma wafted out, overflowing with spiritual energy that soothed the soul and refreshed the spirit. Even the surrounding plants couldn't help but greedily inhale the overflowing spiritual energy.
Ice Soul Frost Flame had already discerned that the Ice Mountain Snow Bear must have consumed a rare and precious herb, which was why its strength had increased so much. Moreover, the herb it had consumed was a thousand-year-old Dao Fruit, which was extremely rare in the world. Such a herb was of great use to cultivators, especially those who had not yet awakened their Dao Soul.
"It seems this kid has great fortune. He's only just been born, yet he's already encountered a rare and precious spirit!" Ice Soul Frost Flame muttered to himself.
Wu Heng was enraged, completely disregarding his appearance. He drank blood and ate raw meat, draining most of the ice bear's blood in one gulp. His terrifying actions sent chills down the spine of the middle-aged cultivator who was frozen in ice, making him feel nauseous. He realized that he seemed to have provoked a monster with low cultivation but extraordinary talent.
"Bang."
As the seal wore off, the ice that had frozen the middle-aged cultivator suddenly cracked, turning into shards of ice on the ground. Wu Heng, however, remained oblivious, greedily consuming the snow bear's blood. A closer look would reveal that Wu Heng's eyes were extremely strange; his once dark pupils were gradually turning blood red…
With Wu Heng's back to him, this was a golden opportunity to strike!
The middle-aged cultivator was overjoyed. He had begun to fear this boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old. He had to get rid of this monstrous talent as soon as possible. He risked serious damage to his vital energy and offered up his natal spirit.
A small golden doll floated above the middle-aged cultivator's head. It was no bigger than a fist and was dozens of times smaller than his original body. This was the primordial spirit of a martial cultivator. Once the primordial spirit dissipated, he would be doomed forever.
There's no time to worry about anything else now. He's already figured out the mystery. If Wu Heng absorbs all the essence and blood of the Ice Mountain Snow Bear, then this monstrous young man's aura will definitely surge, making him extremely difficult to deal with.
As soon as the middle-aged cultivator squeezed out his primordial spirit, the golden puppet suddenly swelled up, transforming into a giant over three meters tall, and pounced on Wu Heng, who had his back to it, like a ghost.
"Be careful!" the Ice Soul Frost Flame warned in Wu Heng's mind.
"Hmph!" Wu Hengyi, with blood-red eyes, was not afraid. He turned around and reached out his large hand to grab the neck of the golden puppet. The golden puppet, which was more than three meters tall, was shocked and tried to retreat immediately, but it found that its whole body was frozen by ice and it could not move.
Wu Heng, like a demon, grabbed the golden doll by the neck, as if he wanted to crush it.
"This, how is this possible?" The middle-aged cultivator standing dozens of meters away looked panicked. Wu Heng was gripping him like he was being suffocated.
Even stranger things happened.
Wu Heng's eyes turned red, and he opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to swallow the immobile golden doll whole.
"What, what do you want to do?" The middle-aged cultivator shouted, his eyes filled with terror.
But Wu Heng remained indifferent, completely ignoring his cries, and swallowed the huge golden puppet directly into his stomach. A thick surge of essence instantly flooded into his dantian, making him full of essence.
"No, no..." the middle-aged cultivator screamed hysterically. He was terrified, having never witnessed anything so bizarre in his life—a martial arts cultivator had actually swallowed his primordial spirit!