My Immortal Cultivation Game Life

An old woman at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm who was originally there, unfortunately, couldn't dodge Lu Yi's sword and was killed on the spot.

The three Nascent Soul Peak Cultivators had faces filled with terror, staring dead at Lu Yi, whose body was marked with thunder patterns and surrounded by streams of thunder that flowed around him, a tumultuous blend of Qi Blood Power and Spiritual Energy wrapping his body. His black hair wildly danced, his aura shockingly fearsome.

Merely a Golden Core Cultivator, yet with every move, even Nascent Soul Peak Cultivators were turned to ash, the three of them seeing what seemed like a Young Immortal King.

Surrounded by Thunder Light, Lu Yi looked calmly at the three of them.

It had been a long time since he had struck without any concern for the consequences, after all, every time Lu Yi made a move before, it was in a friendly match, and against Yun Xi and the others, he never needed to use any real strength.

Only now, with such decisive action, did Lu Yi realize just how far his power had advanced.

He stepped forward, transformed into sword light, and charged at the three living Nascent Soul Cultivators.

"Run!!"

Seeing Lu Yi charging toward them, the faces of the three changed dramatically, each fleeing in different directions.

But how fast was Lu Yi's speed?

In an instant, he changed direction, caught up with the elder, and a streak of crimson sword light flashed across the sky. Despite the elder's furious roars and the violent use of Spiritual Energy, he was powerless to resist and was engulfed by the sword light, reduced to ash.

Lu Yi didn't even spare him an additional look, instantly transformed into a Residual Shadow, and pursued the beautiful woman.

Seeing Lu Yi approaching, the beautiful woman's face drastically changed, and she opened her mouth to cry out, "Spare..."

But before she could finish speaking, she was overrun by the sword light.

Lu Yi, like a merciless assassin, once again surged toward the final muscular man.

That muscular man was not slow and had run some distance away.

But even so, Lu Yi still easily caught up with him.

Seeing two Cultivators with strengths not inferior to his own being killed, the muscular man's face turned ashen, and he bellowed in a last act of defiance. Unfortunately, it was as futile as a mantis trying to stop a chariot and did not help in the slightest.

Lu Yi struck him down with a sword.

After killing all the Nascent Soul Cultivators, Lu Yi exhaled a turbid breath and looked towards the distant sky.

That was where Liu Ningshuang and Xue Yu were fighting.

In the sky, dark clouds drifted by, snowstorms surged, covering the entire mountain range in snow, freezing to the bone. Liu Ningshuang, clad in white, stood in the air, elegant as an Immortal.

On the other side, a cloud of blood mist drifted, the thick stench of blood repulsive.

Within the blood mist, streaks of wildly ferocious blood light shot out, some turning into long swords, some into enormous hands, and some into mountains, all attacking Liu Ningshuang.

Liu Ningshuang, wielding the Cold Glass Sword, had a cold and solemn expression as she continuously fended off the attacks.

But even so, she still kept retreating, unable to fully resist Xue Yu's offensive.

Divinity Transformation cultivators were incredibly strong; compared to Nascent Soul Cultivators, they were like dust to the radiant moon, entirely different levels.

Even a Nascent Soul Peak Cultivator, when facing a Divinity Transformation cultivator who had just advanced, was too weak to resist a single blow.

For Liu Ningshuang to be able to fend off a Divinity Transformation cultivator's ferocious attacks with only Nascent Soul Cultivation was already an astonishing display of talent.

Seeing Liu Ningshuang at a disadvantage, continuously retreating, her aura somewhat unstable, Lu Yi turned into a stream of light and charged in the direction of their battle.

Approaching the blood mist, his sword intent soared to the heavens, his body shimmering with golden spirit light as though donning a suit of golden armor.

Lu Yi spared no effort, unleashing his Perfect Sword Intent, as the Profound Sun Sword vibrated, emitting a humming sound.

Immortal Realm, accompanied by the destructive will of thunder, echoed with the Profound Sun Power within the Profound Sun Sword, conjuring seven streaks of sword light in the air.

He activated the Seven Mysterious Sword Skill, the seven streaks of sword light like crimson meteors, poured into the blood mist, causing it to churn.

Xue Yu, sensing each streak of sword light, turned his head to look and saw Lu Yi standing in the sky.

His face instantly changed, and looking over, where could he still see the silhouettes of those thirteen Nascent Soul Cultivators? Their aura seemed as if it had never existed.

He wildly waved his sleeves, the blood mist roiling, shooting out blood light that collided with the sword light, causing booming noises that echoed through heaven and earth. The shockwaves rampaged, striking the snow-covered mountain below, shaking it violently and fissuring it with cracks.

The sword light, imbued with the Immortal Realm, was incredibly tough. Even after withstanding a blast of blood light, it only dimmed significantly, but did not shatter.

Xue Yu's expression changed, his face a picture of shock: "Impossible?! How can arts of the mere Golden Core Realm resist my obliteration?"

He shot out blood light again and only then managed to completely destroy the sword light of the Seven Mysterious Sword Skill.

This still left Xue Yu with an unpleasant expression.

At this time, Lu Yi had already reached Liu Ningshuang's side.

Liu Ningshuang's red lips parted slightly, exhaling a breath, her gaze fixed on Xue Yu in the distance, she asked softly, "Junior Brother, how are you? Are you alright?"

Lu Yi smiled, "I'm fine, but those Nascent Soul Cultivators, not so much."

Xue Yu's face was extremely grim, his gaze piercing as he stared at Lu Yi, asking, "What happened to them?"

The power that Liu Ningshuang unleashed was formidable; even Xue Yu could not take her lightly and had to focus all his attention on her. Yet, in such a short period of time, those thirteen Nascent Soul Cultivators had vanished without a trace, their presence as if it had never been.

Xue Yu felt something was amiss.

Lu Yi looked at Xue Yu and chuckled, "Of course, they're dead."

Liu Ningshuang was taken aback, her eyes widening in astonishment as she looked at Lu Yi, "Junior Brother, you..."

Xue Yu's pupils contracted slightly as he bellowed in anger, "You little beast, dare to deceive me?! No matter how talented you are, with the chasm between Golden Core and Nascent Soul being so vast, you claim you killed thirteen Nascent Soul Cultivators?!"

Lu Yi, still smiling at Xue Yu, replied, "Don't you have the same thought in your heart?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Yu's face grew even darker, his gaze fixated on Lu Yi.

Xue Yu had personally experienced those seven streaks of Sword Qi from Lu Yi.

With such Sword Qi, even a Nascent Soul Peak Cultivator would struggle to defend, unless they had special means; otherwise, they could be killed in one hit.

Xue Yu's heart sank continuously and after a moment of silence, the blood mist around him swirled violently, his killing intent seething, he spoke coldly, "Little beast, it seems we have all underestimated you... The more that is true, the less you can be left alive. I shall personally wipe you out!"