Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 125: Chapter 100: Another Foundation Establishment Slain! Celestial Ghost Sect’s Golden Core Elder’s Fury, Talisman Treasure! Celestial Ghost Skull

The impact slammed into his eardrums!

Xuan Jing swept his Divine Sense and saw a middle-aged man clad head to toe in yellow, exuding a terrifying, murderous Evil Qi!

”Level 2 Copper Corpse!”

”From the Corpse King Sect?”

Xuan Jing’s heart sank; a bad omen surged within him.

The opponent was at the Foundation Establishment First Layer, possessed a Level 2 Copper Corpse comparable to Foundation Establishment Second Layer, and there was an Illusion Array—it was clear he’d come prepared!

At this thought, Xuan Jing immediately unleashed his Magical Power, plummeting downwards at full speed. But that Copper Corpse’s fist barreled toward him like an insane warhammer!

The horrifying speed made its fist whistle sharply as it tore through the air!

”White Bone!”

Xuan Jing narrowed his eyes. With a wave of his hand, a humanoid skeleton emerged!

The skeleton’s bones were as white and lustrous as jade, radiating a deadly Evil Qi at Foundation Establishment First Layer. Its eye sockets flickered with emerald ghost fire!

As soon as it appeared, it slammed directly into Lin Chang’sheng’s Copper Corpse!

”Nether Ghost Armor!”

Xuan Jing retreated, bellowing, then spat a blast of black Qi that enveloped his body, transforming him into a suit of icy, spectral Battle Armor—even his head was encased, save for two hollow eye sockets!

Donning the Nether Battle Armor, Xuan Jing gripped his Spirit Sword, joining forces with the White Jade Skull to wipe out the Level 2 Copper Corpse before breaking the array. Just then, a chill stabbed his back—no time to dodge—he twisted left, barely escaping a mortal wound!

Boom!

A thunderous crash—Xuan Jing felt like a massive hammer had hit him, launching his body five zhang backward and slamming him into the earth, blasting a crater five zhang wide into the grass!

Xuan Ming lay at the pit’s bottom, spewing blood, his Nether Battle Armor split open—but a flash of black light instantly knitted it whole again!

”Ah! You bastard! You—!”

Furious, Xuan Jing unleashed his Divine Sense at full force, ghoulish Ghost Qi swirling, hyper-vigilant!

That blade strike just now was utterly formless—even with his Foundation Establishment Second Layer Divine Sense, he hadn’t sensed it at all. Monstrous!

Here he was, trapped in an array, with a Level 2 Copper Corpse, and now he had to worry about sneak attacks too!

At that moment—

The Copper Corpse, unfazed by pain, charged at him. Xuan Jing pushed the White Jade Skull to intercept, but it wasn’t a match—the skeleton frame was shattered, bones raining to the ground!

Xuan Jing soared skyward atop his sword, intent on breaking the array by force, but the Copper Corpse rushed after him!

”Die for me!”

Xuan Jing’s eyes gleamed coldly; he tossed seven or eight Talismans into the air!

Rumble!

Rumble!

With an earth-shaking roar, the Copper Corpse was instantly enveloped!

But at the critical moment, another surge of danger rushed forth—Xuan Jing, already wounded and busy fighting the Copper Corpse, didn’t have time to evade. His back took the full brunt of the blow!

Rumble!

Another deafening blast—Xuan Jing’s body was smashed deep into the earth again, leaving a pit several zhang wide, dirt flying everywhere!

”Puh!”

Xuan Jing spat blood, his wounds growing worse. The Nether Ghost Armor dimmed markedly!

Just then—

The Copper Corpse lunged, iron fists whistling toward his skull!

”Aaaargh~~”

Xuan Jing roared, slashing with his sword; sword and corpse’s fists collided, the violent Qi Force sweeping everywhere, tearing up the ground in rolling waves of dirt!

”Kid, die for me!”

Simultaneously, Xuan Jing produced a large black Talisman bearing a pitch-black skull. He spat a mouthful of vital blood onto it!

As soon as the blood left him, Xuan Jing’s face turned deathly pale.

The Big Talisman greedily absorbed his blood, glowing with a sinister light, its aura soaring ever higher!

”What... in the hell is that?!”

Lin Chang’sheng, trapped in the array, saw the monstrous aura pouring off Xuan Jing’s Talisman and stiffened in shock, pushing his Divine Sense to command the Copper Corpse to attack!

Boom boom boom!

Copper Corpse and Xuan Jing clashed ferociously!

Lin Chang’sheng, moving like lightning, swung the Immortal Slaying Saber in an invisible arc at Xuan Jing’s throat!

”Shit!”

Xuan Jing was instantly seized by a deathly chill; the Talisman Treasure wasn’t fully activated yet, and under dire threat, he had no choice but to duck low—avoiding a fatal slash, but losing his right shoulder and arm in the process.

”Aaaagh!~~”

Xuan Jing screamed in agony, clutching his severed arm, retreating fast. The invisible blade aura struck him again and again, shattering the last of his Nether Ghost Armor.

Meanwhile, the Copper Corpse charged him recklessly!

”Shhk!”

An invisible blade aura ripped across Xuan Jing’s chest!

”Noooo~~~”

Xuan Jing’s eyes widened, overflowing with bitter despair, and he collapsed instantly.

The Big Talisman, losing its owner, faded in light and aura, dropping to the ground.

He’d driven the White Jade Skull, donned Nether Ghost Armor, and even spilled vital blood to activate his father’s life-saving Talisman Treasure ’Celestial Ghost Skull,’ desperate to tip the scales. Still, the unseen strikes overwhelmed him, killing him on the spot!

”Finally killed him!”

Lin Chang’sheng’s figure flickered into view before Xuan Jing’s corpse; he swept the Storage Bag, and instantly unfurled the Myriad Souls Banner. Magical Power surged, causing the Banner to stretch to a full zhang, black light swirling. A spectral soul shadow soared from Xuan Jing’s corpse, instantly trapped in the Banner!

At that moment—

A wisp of black fog drifted up from Xuan Jing’s corpse, settling onto Lin Chang’sheng’s arm!

”What the hell is this?”

Startled, Lin Chang’sheng glanced at his own arm, spotting a skull emblem the size of a copper coin on his wrist!

He scrubbed at it forcefully, but the mark had burrowed deep into his skin—it wouldn’t come off.

”Come out!”

Lin Chang’sheng quickly cast several spells, dragging Xuan Jing’s soul from the Myriad Souls Banner’s restrictions. Face dark, he demanded, ”What the hell is this?”

”Hmph! You bastard, that’s my protective imprint!”

”Now, even if you flee to The Ends of the Earth, you’ll never escape my old man’s vengeance!”

Xuan Jing’s soul gazed at the skull mark on Lin Chang’sheng’s hand with a twisted smile and venomous hate.

”Still mouthing off after death, huh?”

”Watch me Extract and Refine your soul! Burn you alive a hundred times every damn day!”

Seeing Xuan Jing so arrogantly defiant, Lin Chang’sheng immediately cast a spell. Instantly, Xuan Jing’s soul was wracked with agony, twisting and wailing, pleading pitifully for mercy.

”I’ll mop up the battlefield first—then I’ll really put you through hell!”

Lin Chang’sheng stuffed Xuan Jing into the Storage Bag, put away the Copper Corpse, then swept up the shattered White Jade Skull, Xuan Jing’s body, the Storage Bag, and the Tiger Killing Death Array—transforming into an escape light and tearing away into the distance.

The skull mark felt like a ticking bomb on his wrist, making Lin Chang’sheng intensely uneasy.

He had to find a safe spot and get rid of it—fast!

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Meanwhile—

Demon Evil Sea.

On a massive island spanning thousands of miles, palatial halls sprawled everywhere.

At the island’s center, inside a grand hall, a middle-aged man snapped his eyes open, staring at one of two jade tokens at his waist—the surface had cracked. His face changed instantly as he sprang up. ”Jing’Er has fallen?”

”Who was it?!”

Xuan Ting’s eyes blazed with rage and grief, an explosive surge of Golden Core Cultivator aura blasting in every direction!

”Elder Xuan!”

”Elder Xuan! What happened?!”

”......”

Xuan Ting’s bitter fury sent shockwaves through the island, and a dozen figures soared skyward, rushing toward his great hall with astonished faces.

”My son, Xuan Jing, was killed in the Southern Realm.”

Xuan Ting’s eyes brimmed with grief. ”I’m going to the Southern Realm—I’ll avenge my boy!”

”This—...”

At Xuan Ting’s words, the elders were shaken; after all, the Righteous Demon sides had an agreement—Foundation Establishment stage and below could act, but Golden Core could not.

If Elder Xuan went after his son’s killer in the Southern Realm, it would spark all-out Righteous Demon war!

And yet—

None of the elders dared try to talk him down—after all, his son was dead; what could anyone say?

Xuan Ting clasped hands with the elders, turned, and strode toward the Sect Leader’s Hall.

Moments later—

Xuan Ting arrived at the Celestial Ghost Sect Leader’s Hall.

”Elder Xuan, I understand your pain. However, the Supreme Elder instructed us—the time for Righteous Demon war isn’t here yet. Why not send Foundation Establishment late stage or Peak Cultivators to the Southern Realm, capture the murderer?”

The Sect Leader, sheathed in Black Armor, regarded Xuan Ting seriously, advising gravely.