The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 174 - 108, Thanks Brother for the Fireworks_3

Chapter 174: Chapter 108, Thanks Brother for the Fireworks_3

A smile crept into his eyes: "Why isn’t the Divine Skill from the Source still a Divine Skill?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan paused, then told Wu Tong: "You have a point with that statement. I’m keeping it for later."

Qi Yuan decided that after learning the Divine Skill from the Source, he’d use it during the Golden Core Stage or Nascent Soul Stage to kill enemies, and then declare, isn’t the Divine Skill from the Source still a Divine Skill?

The effect would be similar to saying: isn’t the Milky Way still a river?

"In order not to be accused of stealing your sentence, I have no choice but to silence you all today!" Qi Yuan said coldly.

Wu Tong was utterly baffled: "Now that you recognize the power of the Divine Skill from the Source, you no longer have a future."

A smug smile appeared in Wu Tong’s eyes.

With Qi Yuan’s death, Wu Tong would take over City Without Return.

The task he had carried out for the supreme being was now half completed.

"Die!"

A purple drop of water surged towards Qi Yuan, and the world became desolate in that moment.

Qi Yuan’s enormous body seemed to be locked in place, unable to move at all.

The Divine Skill from the Source touched the essence of things. No terrestrial myth could resist it unless they reached the Supreme State.

Facing the Divine Skill from the Source, death was the only way.

Qi Yuan also felt a strong sense of danger.

If this attack hit him, he would undoubtedly die.

The gap between the terrestrial myth and the Supremacy was like the difference between Nascent Soul and the Purple Mansion, representing a qualitative difference.

However, at this moment, a smile still curved at the corner of Qi Yuan’s mouth: "You believe you can win by ambushing me without respecting martial ethics?

But you forgot one fact. I’m not an elder; I’m a young man!"

In Qi Yuan’s memory, it seemed that young men could defeat elders by not respecting martial ethics and masquerading.

There had never been a case where an elder defeated a young man by not respecting martial ethics and ambushing.

In the land of extinction, those foreign demons ambushed him without respecting martial ethics, but it only made Qi Yuan’s power grow, and he even devised ways to avoid the attacks from the Divine Skill from the Source.

Almost a hundred of them.

Qi Yuan gazed at the purple drop of water, his mind flashing with nearly a hundred ways to dodge and counter the Source attack.

Just a fraction of second later, Qi Yuan laughed: "Got it!"

Breach!

He slightly opened his mouth and blew a breath at the purple drop of water.

The unbreakable Divine Skill from the Source, that could destroy a city with a single drop, was dispersed by Qi Yuan’s breath.

A smile lingered on Qi Yuan’s face as he looked at Wu Tong: "Thanks for fanning the flame with your rockets!"

At Qi Yuan’s voice, the dispersed purple droplets underwent a drastic change, splitting into two, then four, then thousands, then tens of thousands.

Tens of thousands of purple droplets hovered around Qi Yuan, not making any movement.

Wu Tong was dumbfounded at the sight: "What’s going on?"

He didn’t understand.

The original army of demons and those controlling the demons also began to feel threatened.

Tens of thousands of purple drops were now hovering in front of Qi Yuan.

Again, Qi Yuan gently blew towards the droplets.

"A sudden gust of wind, a thousand troops and horses splitting their skulls!"

The wind moved the droplets, and the stationary droplets exploded at that moment.

Numerous droplets, like arrows, scattered into the demon army.

Qi Yuan held the broken sword, his face radiant: "Having an advantage feels great!"

The purple droplets fell onto the demons.

The powerful demons couldn’t withstand it and were instantly killed, vanishing into thin air.

These water droplets, like an enhanced version of corrosive liquid, were performing a human disappearing spell.

Anyone who touched them was doomed to die.

"No!"

"What is this!"

"You..."

Wu Tong was also terrified; the scene before him was beyond his comprehension.

Wasn’t that Divine Skill from the Source his ace in the hole?

Why was it being used by the guardian of City Without Return?

Could it be that this guardian was a Supreme Being?

He didn’t understand.

"No!" A droplet of rain landed on Wu Tong. Struggling, he vanished into nothingness.

Under the attack of the purple droplets, all demons and demon controllers perished upon contact.

The sight was spectacular. It was like a rainfall from the heavens, and wherever the rain went, lives fell and lost.

In a mere three breaths’ time, the entire demon army of tens of thousands vanished as if they hadn’t existed at all.

Deep within Qi Yuan’s eyes, a strong killing intent flickered.

This time, he had drawn a massive amount of the sinful essence. His entire body exuded a menacing aura, like a genuine demon.

Holding the hilt of his broken sword, his body shrunk at once as he gazed at the sandy horizon, speaking softly.

"A sudden gust ripples the pool of spring water."

He glanced at Zhao Ju and Liu Wentai in the distance, flashed, and returned to the City Without Return.

At this moment, Zhao Ju in the distance was completely dumbfounded.

"Did I... see things?"

Liu Wentai also fell silent; the scene before him was beyond his imagination.

Wu Tong attacked the guardian of the City Without Return with his Divine Skill.

The guardian of the City Without Return dispersed Wu Tong’s Divine Skill with a breath, and suddenly, an army of tens of thousands of demons...disappeared.

No matter how you thought about it, this scenario was absurd.

"Ah, it’s too absurd!" Zhao Ju sighed, "I must have misunderstood him; he’s not just poseur, he’s genuinely imposing!"

Liu Wentai nodded in agreement.

One man emerged, slaying tens of thousands of demons!

This guardian of the City Without Return might be the first person under the Supreme!

"However, the only pity..." Zhao Ju continued, "is that if the guardian of the City Without Return slaughtered the entire demon army and died of exhaustion afterward, with his broken sword and bloody mouth, his performance today will be remembered for a thousand years."

Liu Wentai: "..."

...

Inside Jialan city, Dong Long, with his silver hair and wrinkled face, stood on the city wall.

He was extremely anxious regarding the upcoming battle.

Wu Tong was an opponent several times more difficult than Misan.

After the City Without Return fell, the Jialan city was next, and he didn’t know how long it would hold up.

Thinking about this, a wave of melancholy passed over Dong Long’s aging face.

At that moment, Dong Long felt refreshed as he saw the cultivator who had gone to scout the situation in the City Without Return returning.

He was nervous but maintained an unchanged expression, sitting on top of a high tower.

No matter how drastic the changes were, as the commander of an army, he should be able to face it without changing his countenance.