Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 830: Swallowing the Nascent Soul
“Not bad! Not bad at all. Although this demonized body can’t compare to my true form, it survived one of my strikes. It seems you’re not just some low-stage cultivator. I’ll take you for a blood sacrifice first!” the marquis of Nanlong said sinisterly.
The black energy on his face grew threefold darker than before, and his pair of silver-white eyes were icy cold, staring at the old man without blinking like a dead man. The old man felt a chill creeping up his spine.
As soon as the marquis of Nanlong finished speaking, his figure moved, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, and he lunged toward the old man, unwilling to waste any words.
The old man with the surname Lu was terrified, his soul nearly flying out of his body. He tried to escape from the stone wall, but it was too late. The opponent’s movements were incredibly fast, almost instantaneous, like a phantom, and a claw wrapped in black energy was already slashing straight toward the old man’s head.
In a moment of desperation, the old man gritted his teeth and let white light flash all over his body, pouring all his magical power into the fiery red veil in one breath.
Immediately, the fiery red light veil in front of him surged up by half a foot. The black claw slammed into it fiercely under the marquis’s expressionless gaze.
A strange tearing sound came forth. The veil was dazzlingly bright. The old man, holding his breath anxiously, saw the ghostly claw penetrate about a foot into the light veil before finally stopping.
Relieved, the old man let out a breath, his complexion regaining some color. The spiritual light on his body flashed again as he prepared to use his protective spiritual light to break through the iron-like restrictive stone walls.
On the other side, the marquis of Nanlong’s lips curled into a sneer.
A loud bang sounded as the marquis’s other fist struck the red light veil.
The spiritual light the old man had just released was shattered almost immediately by the impact, disappearing without reason.
The old man was stunned. Before he could understand the intention, the marquis’s arm inside the veil suddenly retracted, then struck again with a lightning-fast punch.
The veil trembled again, and the remaining protective spiritual light on the old man’s body completely dissipated. His body sank, embedding several inches back into the stone wall.
“Not good!”
Seeing this, the old man with the surname Lu finally realized something and his face changed dramatically. He hastily shook the white magical flag in his hand, intending to activate the treasure.
But the marquis of Nanlong, with both fists flying, struck punch after punch calmly and without haste, giving the old man no chance to deploy the flag. Each punch shattered half the spiritual energy the old man had just infused into the flag, and the blows came faster and stronger, the roaring sounds never ceasing.
In horror, the old man tried to use other secret arts, but half the magical power was dispersed the moment he began to gather it. He was utterly unable to concentrate his power.
As a result, Lu Weiying, despite his vast magical power and abilities, was trapped alive in the stone wall and couldn’t make the slightest move. He could only watch helplessly as the red light veil before him thinned and faded bit by bit, despair clearly visible on his face.
The old man’s face turned ghastly pale. After locking eyes with the marquis’s cold silver pupils, a chill ran down his spine.
Without a doubt, if this continued, his treasure would break, and he would be crushed into minced meat.
Biting back his fear, the old man shouted loudly. White radiance flashed above his head, and a nascent soul that resembled his own face suddenly appeared atop his crown. The nascent soul looked panicked but tightly held onto a small blue sword wrapped in misty blue light.
At almost the same moment, a cracking sound came from the Haoyang Veil magical treasure’s light veil.
All hesitation vanished from the nascent soul’s eyes. It stomped its foot and vanished from the spot, instantly appearing at the entrance. It was about to ride the sword and flee through the passageway.