Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 441: The Firebird’s Display of Power

Translator: Cinder Translations

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The five loose cultivator alchemists at the Golden Core stage, after being teleported into the secret realm, were intimidated by the imposing presence of the four Nascent Soul cultivators and dared not make any movements.

Once the Nascent Soul cultivators left, the five were discussing their next move when they saw the people from the Xing and Jing families coming towards them.

Jing Lie's words, "the thieves who trespassed into the secret realm," made their blood boil.

They had clearly been "invited" by Xing Li Ren through various schemes.

As expected, once the cunning rabbit dies, the hound is cooked.

The five were not fools. When Xing Yixuan made her move, they immediately scattered and fled in different directions.

However, one of the male cultivators, fleeing in a particular direction, happened to be heading towards Song Wen's position.

Chasing the male cultivator was Xing Li Ren.

A towering cold light mirror hovered above Xing Li Ren's head as he pursued. While chasing, he continuously activated the mirror.

Blue ice spikes, each about a foot long, shot out from the mirror in rapid succession.

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The sound of the ice spikes piercing the air was constant, accompanied by a chilling aura that made the heart race.

The fleeing male cultivator was startled and swiftly performed a movement technique, dodging to the left in an attempt to avoid the range of the ice spikes.

But the ice spikes were too numerous, and he could not avoid them. While escaping, he drew out a shield.

After activating it, the shield emitted a bright yellow light, which then split into four, forming rotating shields around him.

The ice spikes collided with the shields, creating a series of resounding impacts.

Although the shield temporarily blocked the ice spikes, the yellow light on the shields flickered, indicating that it couldn't last much longer.

"Young Master Xing, I swear on my soul that I will never reveal anything about the secret realm or the Heavenly Spirit Pill," the fleeing male cultivator pleaded.

"Only the dead can keep secrets," Xing Li Ren replied coldly.

Back on Zhenbao Peak, the five loose cultivators had chosen to watch from the sidelines, which seemed to have left a grudge in Xing Li Ren's heart.

Even if the loose cultivators were willing to submit, he gave them no chance of survival.

The male cultivator's eyes flashed with a moment of desperation. He suddenly bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

The essence blood transformed into a red light in the air, which quickly merged into the rotating shields around him.

The shield's yellow light surged, and the rotation speed increased drastically, blocking all the ice spikes.

Seeing this, Xing Li Ren sneered, as if mocking the cultivator's futile attempt to resist like a trapped beast.

He quickly formed hand seals, and the cold light mirror erupted with a burst of icy energy. More ice spikes condensed, densely covering the area as they shot towards the fleeing male cultivator.

The cultivator used all his strength to defend, but the yellow light on the shield grew darker and darker, teetering on the edge of collapse.

Song Wen sighed helplessly. He could no longer maintain his disguise.

The fleeing male cultivator was too close to him, and the scattered ice spikes were heading directly toward him.

Song Wen pushed off the ground with a powerful leap, his body shooting forward like an arrow, swiftly heading toward the distance.

"Huh! Didn't expect there's still a rat hiding here."

Xing Li Ren's face showed a brief flash of surprise, but it quickly turned into a mocking smile, as though he had discovered an interesting prey.

Under his relentless assault, the fleeing male cultivator quickly fell, his body pierced by the dense ice spikes, turning into a bloody mess.

Xing Li Ren's pursuit didn't slow as he followed Song Wen's direction.

The two moved in tandem, one chasing and the other fleeing, and in no time, they had exited the plaza, disappearing into the ghost mist without a trace.

Just as Xing Yixuan had finished off a loose cultivator, she happened to witness this scene. She warily scanned her surroundings and, confirming that the others weren't paying attention to her, silently followed after them.

Gan Hong caught sight of Xing Yixuan's hurried departure and hesitated slightly.

Then, with determination, he turned away, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

"Fellow Daoist, I'll assist you."

He shouted loudly and flew towards the Horse-headed Man, who was chasing the loose cultivator.

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Song Wen watched as Xing Li Ren drew closer, his expression slowly turning playful.

He focused his mind and fired three large lightning spears toward Xing Li Ren.

Xing Li Ren raised his hand toward the cold light mirror above his head, summoning a massive ice shield to meet the oncoming lightning spears.

The lightning spears collided violently with the ice shield in midair, sending out an ear-splitting roar and blinding flashes of lightning.

The shield shattered!

The lightning spears also dissipated into nothing.

"Crack!"

A thunderous roar suddenly echoed from the sky!

A bolt of lightning, about the size of a bowl, with a faint purple glow, broke through the ghost mist and charged toward Xing Li Ren.

Lightning Strike!

Xing Li Ren looked up at the descending thunderbolt, and his expression turned more serious.

"This rat still has some strength."

He quickly formed hand seals, and a thick ice shield materialized on the cold light mirror.

The thunderbolt struck the ice shield!

Lightning flashed!

Ice fragments scattered!

Xing Li Ren's flying figure slightly descended, and his speed decreased slightly.

He gave Song Wen a cold, piercing glance and activated his internal energy, pushing his movement technique to its extreme.

His speed suddenly increased, faster than before.

In no time, the two had traveled more than ten miles and reached the foot of a high mountain.

Song Wen didn't ascend the mountain but instead continued to travel around its base.

"Rat, let's see how far you can run!"

Xing Li Ren had already closed the distance to within half a mile behind Song Wen.

The cold light mirror above his head suddenly burst with dazzling blue light, and an extremely chilling aura spread out from it.

Countless ice spikes shot out from the blue light, accompanied by a murderous intent, aiming directly for Song Wen's vital points.

This attack was one Xing Li Ren had been preparing for a long time.

He was confident that he could kill the rat in front of him with a single blow.

At that moment, a silver firebird flew out of Song Wen's body.

The silver firebird was only about the size of a palm.

It opened its beak and exhaled a burst of platinum-colored flames, the intense heat seeming to ignite the very air around it.

The fire soared into the sky, transforming into a fire dragon over ten feet long, instantly clashing with the ice spikes.

Ice and fire collided.

The fire dragon and ice spikes violently collided in midair, each melting into the other, generating clouds of mist.

"Spirit Fire?"

Xing Li Ren furrowed his brows, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

In the chaotic sea, such pure yang spirit fire was rare.

Where did this person get such a fire?

Could it be that the person was a disciple of a major power?

Although his heart was filled with suspicion, Xing Li Ren's actions didn't slow down.

The most powerful forces in the Chaotic Sea were the "Three Families and Two Sects," and his Xing family didn't fear any of them.

If he killed this person, the spirit fire would be his.

Xing Li Ren's internal energy surged like a tidal wave, and the cold light mirror emitted an even more blinding cold light.

"Freeze!" Xing Li Ren softly uttered.

A large cloud of chilling, freezing mist poured out of the cold light mirror, sweeping toward the fire dragon like a winter storm.

The mist quickly engulfed the fire dragon, and the freezing cold rapidly condensed into thick, solid ice, trapping the fire dragon within.

This sealed off the fire dragon's heat, preventing it from releasing any more warmth.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Xing Li Ren's lips, and once again, a massive amount of cold mist sprayed out from the cold light mirror, aiming to freeze the silver firebird.

The silver firebird flapped its wings and soared high into the air, opening its sharp beak once more and releasing a continuous stream of dark green flames.

The green flames were extremely cold and ominous, clashing violently with the cold mist in midair.

As the two forces met, both the cold mist and the dark green flames quickly turned into thick ice.

"So, it even has a type of the cold yin fire. Who exactly is this person?" Xing Li Ren's mind was filled with shock.

(End of the Chapter)

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