Cultivation Begins with Skill Points
Chapter 350 - 349 Black Panther

Chapter 350: Chapter 349 Black Panther

"Don’t say too much. The Xuanling Secret Realm is different from other naturally formed secret realms. It was carved out by a powerful Martial Artist ten thousand years ago. Besides our Heavenly Sea Country’s six main sects and the Imperial Family, many more forces will enter later. Be careful once inside; don’t fall for an ambush."

The speaker was an elder with a face covered in wrinkles but with jet-black hair and sharp eyes, as if they could move the Golden River Stone.

This person was an Elder of the Xuanming Sect, a martial artist in the Xuandan Realm. His voice, full of energy as he spoke, carried a certain chilliness.

"Heh heh, Elder, you’re overthinking. It’s always been our Xuanming Sect setting traps for others; how could we possibly fall into someone else’s trap?"

A Core Disciple chuckled.

"Better safe than sorry; don’t let yourself be caught unprepared. Let’s go in!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the group from the Xuanming Sect also entered.

Moments later, another dozen silhouettes descended silently from the sky like large birds, their robes billowing and accompanied by a misty vapor.

This group wore wide-sleeved grey robes, and their presence was intensely cold. In their palms, various small snakes of different colors slithered, adding an air of eeriness.

"The people from the Xuanming Sect have also gone in. They love ambush and sneak attacks the most. Now that they’ve entered, we can relax a bit."

An old man with a lean frame that looked almost like a walking skeleton huddled his lips and said.

"Heh heh, Dark Snake Elder, it’s true the Xuanming Sect loves to ambush, but it seems our Night Snake Sect isn’t any worse at it!"

A disciple of the Night Snake Sect laughed eerie, and the rest joined in with sinister laughter.

"Heh heh, indeed, indeed. In the art of ambush, few sects can match our Night Snake Sect."

The Dark Snake Elder laughed heartily, revealing a mouthful of black teeth and a vicious face.

"Let’s go!"

With a wave of his sleeve, the group from the Night Snake Sect also disappeared into the black entrance.

From a distance, streams of sword light streaked across, as disciples from the Xuanxiao Sect also entered.

Wave after wave of forces continually entered the vortex. These people came from diverse backgrounds.

...

In the pitch-dark passage, as Zhong Lin stepped inside, he felt a terrifying force of space. This spatial power was divided into countless streams under certain rules, pushing, pulling, tearing, and twisting in different directions, and it could not be resisted.

Along with Zhong Lin, Long Zhao was also swept away by this force in another direction, like a leaf in the vast waves, tossed out suddenly.

"Bang!"

Zhong Lin staggered to the ground, almost falling, and heard a cracking sound beneath his feet as something broke.

Instinctively looking down, he saw a battered skeleton fused with the earth, lying obliquely. Zhong Lin’s step had just broken its ribs.

He moved his foot away and glanced at the skeleton on the ground, finding its frame scattered by his step. The bones had already weathered, and not far from the skeleton was a vermilion sword.

Zhong Lin walked over, drew the sword, and examined it closely.

"A pity, a good sword."

The long sword was covered in rust, its Spiritual Charm completely vanished. Once a Spiritual Artifact, it was now merely Mortal Iron.

"Let’s leave here first."

With a thought, a Qing Guang flew out from the center of his eyebrows, expanding with the wind. In a moment, it transformed into a massive Bronze Ancient Bell, lowering streams of clarity to protect Zhong Lin within.

Zhong Lin looked at the Donghuang Bell above him with satisfaction. Reforged with Five Elements Spiritual Items, the clarity that descended contained Five Elements Primordial Qi, which could form Body Protection Divine Light to shelter the flesh.

This place, shrouded in mist, made it unclear whether there was danger around, and the Donghuang Bell could be of use here.

"Roar..."

A ferocious and savage roar echoed from the dense fog, the sound like Thunder rolling across the sea of mist, lingering for a long while.

Zhong Lin furrowed his brow, his heart sinking further. Without delaying, he moved forward.

As he advanced, the ground underfoot was black, embedded with some scattered stones.

Suddenly, the fog ahead wavered, and swiftly, a shadow as quick as lightning shot out, charging straight toward Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin halted his steps, shouting loudly as he swung a fist.

With a muffled sound, the shadow was directly knocked back, and Zhong Lin himself was sent flying by the immense force.

His legs plunged heavily into the soil to absorb the impact, as he looked grimly at the shadow before him.

After the punch, what came through was a feeling like hitting a leather shield, causing no damage.

Considering Zhong Lin’s current physical power, martial artists below the Xuandan Realm were no match for this punch, unless...

Zhong Lin observed closely; the shadow before him was a two-zhang tall creature, entirely black, with two deadly white tusks protruding from its mouth, appearing exceedingly fierce. From the appearance alone, it resembled a black panther but was far stronger.

It emitted a mist, appearing at home in this environment.

This black panther-like Demon Beast had a robust body, sinewy muscles, and seemed to contain explosive power within.

From the earlier encounter, it was evident that both its power and defense were exceptionally strong.

"A Xuandan Realm Demon Beast."

Zhong Lin’s face darkened, not expecting to encounter such a powerful demon beast right after entering the secret realm.

"Roar!"

After landing, the beast moved its four limbs and once again charged at Zhong Lin, the gigantic paws flicking out sharp claws, leaving no doubt what the outcome would be if caught.

"Hmph!"

Zhong Lin snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating. He stomped hard, propelling himself into the air with a punch.

As the earth trembled, a majestic punch energy surged upward, connecting heaven and earth, shaking the skies.

On that fist, vicious beast shadows spiraled above, eventually converging into a massive sea whale, exuding immense ferocity, twisting the whole void with its violent aura.

"Xuan Whale Splitting the Sea."

Boom!

Blood splattered as the black panther demon beast let out a tragic scream, and with a thud, fell to the ground. Its once ferocious gaze dimmed.

Zhong Lin’s Fierce Beast Fist in this form fused many sea beasts, culminating in envisioning a sea-splitting Xuan Whale. With a single punch, it could split mountains and seas, something even ordinary Xuandan Realm martial artists couldn’t withstand, let alone a demon beast.

Indeed, the black panther demon beast’s forelimbs were fractured, and it lay in agony, blood pouring from its mouth, clearly showing severe internal injuries.

"Die."

Strike while it’s down, take its life.

Sword Finger flicking, a stroke of Golden Sword Qi slashed, directly beheading the Xuandan Realm demon beast.

The Donghuang Bell emitted a suction force, swallowing the beast’s carcass.

A Xuandan Realm demon beast! I wonder how it would work in refining a flesh pill.