The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 677 - 383: There’s Hope
What’s even more irritating is that the Devouring Demon Vine Meat Ball has a natural fear of fire, and despite having transformed towards the physique of glazed gold, it still cannot withstand the high temperature of the lava. It tried only once and immediately shrieked and shrank back, with the tips of its vine thorns scorched black.
Only after it advances again will it be able to cope with such high temperatures.
Ning Xiaoxian’s clothes were no exception. In the fight, her outer garment was severely burned, revealing the Vine Armor underneath and her snow-white, delicate shoulders. The Fire Lion was stunned for a moment, then suddenly licked its lips and laughed, "Haha, I was actually worried that halfway through the fun, you’d turn back into a wooden stake! So you’re not a Vine Demon!"
She gave a cold smile, with a murderous look in her eyes. By exposing her secret, this creature was courting death.
She had no patience to continue sparring with him, she exerted strength from her feet, and charged straight at its face. The Fire Lion hadn’t expected this little creature to dare launch a frontal attack. Sneering disdainfully, it raised its forepaw and swatted. The Lion Demon’s power was naturally immense, and this claw attack, infused with Fire Poison, could turn its opponent into a charred meat pie upon contact.
Ning Xiaoxian almost took the hit head-on. As the lion’s huge paw swept past, she curled into a ball, protecting her head, then grabbed its massive paw mid-motion, changed direction, and like a ping-pong ball being knocked away, aimed straight for its eyes. Her speed was as fast as lightning, and with the addition of Lion Power, the Fire Lion couldn’t even make out her figure before it felt a chill and pain in its eye socket as the dagger stabbed straight in.
The Fire Lion, measuring over fifteen feet long (5 meters), made Ning Xiaoxian’s figure appear particularly petite, and the Tusk seemed almost toy-like. With all her might in this strike, she only felt the lion’s eyeball pop like a punctured balloon, emitting a "pop" sound. The sudden increase in eye pressure burst the unfortunate eyeball inside the huge skull, splashing vitreous fluid, blood, and other sticky substances onto her arm.
Without a care, she continued to press forward despite the lion’s deafening howl of agony, sinking her entire arm deep into the opponent’s eye socket! Astonishingly, the Fire Lion still did not die from this severe wound; it frantically pummeled her back with its huge paws, each strike with all the power it could muster. Since she had adopted this do-or-die posture, her back was utterly exposed to the opponent. However, what baffled the Fire Lion was that the little creature in front seemed unfazed, simply loosening her grip on the dagger and flicking her finger!
This strike from within, the Slaying God Finger’s light effortlessly pierced through its skull, wounding even its Divine Soul. Hit by this, the Fire Lion collapsed silently as if struck by lightning.
Panting, she stood up, a mess; her turtle shell waist accessory emitted a faint red light. Since she had lunged at the giant lion, she had activated her turtle shell defense, the lion’s attacks absorbed by the turtle shell as long as her Divine Power wasn’t depleted. In just those few swift moments, her Divine Power was reduced by two-fifths, a testament to the giant lion’s astonishing strength in its last struggle.
Any random creature in the Hidden Stream could force her to reveal her trump card; this place truly concealed dragons and crouching tigers.
After the excitement of the fight, she sat on a chair and began to feel a nauseating oppression in her chest, her complexion long since turned deathly pale. On this journey, many had died because of her, including several hundred during the closure of the Heavenly Ladder Secret Realm. But when it came to killing with her own hands, this was her first time.
The feeling of killing (a demon) firsthand isn’t pleasant for anyone; the fact she didn’t vomit on the spot was proof of her strong will. Changtian didn’t say anything to comfort her—among those who set foot on the Immortal Path, which one in the end isn’t stained with blood? She needed to adapt on her own.
A shadow stood at a distance, facing her from afar; she knew it was the Black Wolf. The noise from their fight after the Fire Lion broke the Barrier certainly couldn’t have escaped the keen senses of their neighbors. Seeing the battle was over, the Black Wolf stood at the border of its territory, nodded at her, and then quickly vanished into the jungle.
People here are really strange, those whom she’d never met wanted to harm her, while those she’d fought seemed willing to help afterwards. She also didn’t understand why she chose such a violent, life-risking method lately. It seemed since entering the Ba Snake Mountain Range, her inclination towards violence had become more severe.
After taking several deep breaths, she stood up, reestablished the Barrier, and cast a Cleaning Technique on her body, then changed out of her damaged clothes before dragging the huge trophy into the God Demon Prison. Qiongqi chuckled upon seeing the Lion Demon’s corpse, "Such a puny size, yet it dares to act like a hero out for a stroll."
