Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan

Chapter 1979: Chapter 1458: Sneak Attack (Part 2)

The increasingly unhinged Han Tong unleashed attacks of such overwhelming force that even Li Zhixuan began to struggle, gradually falling into a disadvantage, her whole appearance growing significantly more disheveled.

Truth be told, ever since her breakthrough to the Heavenly Immortal realm, she had never been so battered again; such situations already felt distant from her now.

But what Li Zhixuan did not know was, her opponent was also extremely anxious at this moment.

Because he had not truly lost his mind, but was instead using a Secret Technique that absorbed ghost energy to boost his own strength. So although Han Tong seemed like he had lost his senses, it was merely a facade he allowed—he could still perfectly control himself.

But this Secret Technique carried a dangerous flaw!

Namely, it couldn’t last long—if sustained too long, the ghost energy would truly invade his flesh and Spiritual Soul, turning him into something neither human nor ghost.

So Han Tong was inwardly frantic, desperate to end Li Zhixuan quickly, but reality simply wouldn’t oblige.

The stalemate lasted another quarter of an hour; finally, miserable yet resigned, he was forced to end the Secret Technique at the last moment, reverting to his original form.

“Hm?”

This sudden change caught Li Zhixuan’s attention, and after some pondering she instantly understood what was happening.

Her foe had merely cast a Secret Technique to temporarily increase his power—now that he could no longer maintain it, he’d immediately reverted.

Even so, Han Tong’s strength surprisingly had not dropped much; he simply appeared a bit exhausted and weak.

But for Li Zhixuan, this was the chance to break the stalemate!

She immediately swallowed several Pills to restore her mana, and instantly felt a warm current surge within her body, flowing through each of her meridians before entering her Dantian.

Her aura grew much heavier. Having been on the defensive all this time, Li Zhixuan now began a ferocious assault.

Wave after wave of Sword Qi swept ceaselessly toward Han Tong.

“Damn it!”

Seeing this, how could he not realize his little tricks had been seen through, and she’d started counterattacking?

Li Zhixuan would never let such a golden opportunity slip by. Her right hand instinctively gripped the broken sword, pouring all of her Sword Dao comprehension into this single strike.

Buzz!

An indescribable ripple surged forth from the shattered tip of the broken sword and spread rapidly. It wasn’t Sword Resonance, nor Sword Light, nor even Sword Qi—it was just an ordinary-looking sword.

Boom—

As the sword descended, it was as if heaven and earth split apart—space and time themselves seemed to freeze.

Han Tong jerked his head up, shock flooding his face. The impact on his heart was beyond words—only the most primal terror and dread swept over him, wave after icy wave, trying to drown him completely!

“No! How can this be!” he screamed in terror, recklessly draining every drop of mana from within, hurling countless ghostly spirits from his bone saber, all frantically attacking his surroundings, unleashing immense Blade Qi in an attempt to protect himself.

Yet he clearly saw the Sword Qi devouring his defenses piece by piece. As he was about to be driven to desperate straits, he was forced to use a life-saving trump card.

At that moment, a horrifying suction erupted from Han Tong’s Dantian. To survive, he actually chose to devour the thousands upon thousands of ghostly spirits, boosting his power—his mana blazed, his entire presence became like a Demon God descending into the world.

Where he once was human in form, now he grew a blue, bestial visage with tusks. Black demonic patterns wove across his skin, his eyes bloody red, his body towering nearly thirty meters high.

Though this Secret Technique was powerful, able to help someone claw victory from the jaws of defeat, wresting a sliver of life, its flaw was notorious: it simply couldn’t last!

So, now holding the advantage, Li Zhixuan wasn’t eager to finish the fight right away and kill him—instead, she clung to him tenaciously, leaving not a single chance for escape.

“Die for me!” Han Tong roared, his shout billowing like a hurricane in all directions.

Suddenly, rolling demonic fumes enveloped the air. His bone saber in hand swelled against the wind, morphing into a massive hundred-zhang blade, imbued with irresistible power as he tried to split apart that Sword Qi.

Krakakaka—

Blade and sword clashed—two massive Killing Moves exploded together, tearing the very fabric of the stars apart!

Understand: the space near the Boundary Membrane of the starry sky is much stronger than elsewhere—ordinary Heavenly Immortals couldn’t possibly do this.

Yet here and now, their attacks made such a thing reality!

Their two Killing Moves devoured each other’s energy madly, until at last, Han Tong’s move—bolstered by his eruption—proved fiercer, shattering Li Zhixuan’s Sword Qi after exhausting most of its power.

But the remnants of Blade Qi were still terrifying, howling as they slashed toward her.

Though she’d spent much of her spirit on her Killing Move and was now in bad shape, to leave him no room for retreat, she still raised her broken sword, holding fast directly before Han Tong, refusing to yield an inch.

She swallowed a huge dose of Pills in one go, with no time to refine them, instantly transforming them into waves of Sword Qi to weaken and block the leftover Blade Qi.

Fortunately, Li Zhixuan fended off this Killing Move, albeit looking even more bedraggled.

“Get out of my way!”

Han Tong hadn’t lost his reason, so seeing his foe block his path so stubbornly, refusing to withdraw no matter what, his composure cracked as he let out a hysterical roar.

“Today, it’s either you die, or I perish! Only one of us leaves here alive!”

Hearing these words, he flew into even deeper madness, careening from shock to utter rage.

“Good, good, good! Since you want to die, I’ll grant your wish!”

Han Tong gritted his teeth. He didn’t believe that even after burning his Secret Technique, he couldn’t finish off an over-spent cultivator!

But the facts proved he truly couldn’t…

Li Zhixuan was like a towering, invincible mountain, blocking his route to escape, leaving not the slightest chance.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

Han Tong could already feel his body falling apart—bones, blood, Spiritual Soul, and Dantian all tainted by chill ghost energy.

Sooner than a quarter hour—no, even just half a quarter—Li Zhixuan wouldn’t have to do anything; he himself would die, leaving behind nothing but a body neither human nor ghost.

He could no longer remain calm, launching himself in mad attacks at Li Zhixuan in a desperate bid for a sliver of hope.

But no matter what Han Tong did, she blocked it all!

In truth, though Li Zhixuan only appeared bedraggled, she too could barely hold on—her body had reached its absolute limit.

At this point, it was no longer about whose power was stronger, but whose will was tougher—only the last one standing would survive!

And after this brutal battle against a true Heavenly Immortal, Li Zhixuan realized one thing with utter clarity: Heavenly Immortals were not so easy to defeat.

If not for her early advantage when he underestimated her, which she’d expanded, there’s no telling what the outcome would be!

“Even if I have to die, I’ll drag you with me!” Han Tong, seeing no hope for survival, now wished only to take Li Zhixuan down with him.

With blood-red eyes, Han Tong spat these words. The last trace of Spiritual Intelligence in his gaze seemed on the brink of being devoured!

“Aaaaahhh…”

He erupted in a piercing, miserable howl. His gargantuan demon body suddenly split with wound after wound, jet-black blood streaming out, instantly transforming into myriad profound, cryptic Dao patterns. A terrifying ghost spirit—hundreds of feet tall—slowly materialized.

Phht—

The Killing Move Li Zhixuan had concealed for so long was finally unleashed in that last instant.

A wan, dim Sword Light shot forth, its body a mere three-inch-long tiny sword!

Back when her Lifebound Magic Sword shattered, apart from the half she still held, she’d managed to gather some of the other fragments, ultimately refining them into this miniature Spirit Sword.

But for some unknown reason, though the tiny sword was razor-sharp, it lacked toughness and could not face foes head-on—only serve as a weapon of ambush.

In an instant, demonic qi scattered. That ghostly figure’s body turned to ash and was lost on the wind.