This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

In a bamboo tower, a dozen cultivators were gathered, sitting on seats on both sides.

And sitting in the central main seat was a middle-aged male cultivator, burly in figure, looking about forty years old.

It was indeed the Wizard Wushao.

He was discussing the trade of Rejuvenating Elixirs with cultivators from four other villages.

However, at that moment, his smiling face suddenly changed.

The other cultivators naturally noticed the change in Wizard Wushao's expression, but before they could ask what had happened, Wizard Wushao, without a word of explanation, transformed into a strange light and rushed towards the mountain.

---He had sensed that the shackles he had placed on the deer demon had been broken.

If it weren't for that deer demon, would there have been such a situation where all the major villages had to cautiously attend to him, seeking to buy "Rejuvenating Elixirs"?

To him, the little deer demon was a treasure bowl, a money tree, not to be lost!

Thus, upon noticing the anomaly, without any hesitation or thought, he desperately rushed back.

"I must catch up!" Wizard Wushao was anxiously burning.

If the unknown cultivator who had entered his cave dwelling was quick enough to grab the deer demon and swiftly escape, how could he find the deer demon again, given the vastness of the Three Thousand Great Mountains?

His mind was whirling with thoughts, but his speed was indeed very fast. Furthermore, since he was not far away, it took only about twenty breaths before Wizard Wushao had arrived outside his cave dwelling.

"What is this?!" Seeing the intact restrictions at the cave dwelling, Wizard Wushao was somewhat incredulous.

Now was not the time to think about these things.

With a wave of his hand, Wizard Wushao dispelled the restrictions and hurriedly entered the cave dwelling to investigate the situation.

Just at the moment he entered the cave dwelling.

Whoosh!

A dazzling sword light suddenly arose from nowhere.

Wizard Wushao murmured to himself in dismay, but his actions were extremely fast.

In an instant, a pale green light flashed across his physical body.

Boom!

The sword light collided with the green light, and Spiritual Light spilled out in all directions.

Under this strike, Wizard Wushao's figure was shaken and sent flying backward.

But the attack was not over yet.

Boom, boom, boom!

A sword light soared, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom and dazzling flame, it shot up into the sky. Along with the exceptionally sharp Sword Qi, it chased after Wizard Wushao like a flood dragon.

It seemed to be ready to pierce through Wizard Wushao's heart mid-air.

The one who made the move was naturally Lu Qingshan, who had been quietly waiting for Wizard Wushao to return.

In his every move, Lu Qingshan first took advantage of Wizard Wushao's panic and confusion to ambush and gain an upper hand, sending Wizard Wushao flying, then leveraged the power of the Flying Sword to chase after Wizard Wushao, who had fallen into a passive position.

A highly effective combination of moves.

Wizard Wushao, seeing the swiftly approaching Flying Sword, felt a chilling sensation down his spine as coldness crept over him.

As the Flying Sword crossed the sky, a terrifying Slaughter Intent was revealed, forming a dreadfully destructive aura.

"The power of Intent!" Wizard Wushao exclaimed inwardly; though he lacked the ability to grasp the power of Intent, as a Golden Core Cultivator, he still had some discernment.

The foundation of wizard cultivation is fundamentally a combination of Body Cultivation and Poison Art, so although he had been caught off-guard and looked extremely awkward, he was not severely injured.

But the Flying Sword before him was completely different from the previous strike, as it was endowed with Intent.

The power of Intent was so mysterious that even with his robust physique, he dared not forcibly resist it.

The wizard, heart hardened, lightly patted the Spirit Beast Bag hanging at his waist, and as Spiritual Power surged, hundreds of black poison snakes appeared.

Like a dark cloud, these snakes flicked their crimson tongues and made a piercing noise as they ferociously pounced toward the incoming Dragon Sparrow Sword.

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Embracing death, the snakes coiled around the sword's shadow, but the flames bursting from the Dragon Sparrow Sword caused a sizzling sound to emit from their bodies.

Bang!

The next moment, under the intense scorching of the flames, the bodies of these snakes rapidly swelled and then violently burst open, turning into a cloud of foul-smelling toxic gas.

This poison gas quickly enveloped the Dragon Sparrow Sword.

Under the gas' envelopment, the Flying Sword was like trapped in a swamp, its speed drastically reduced and its Spiritual Power continually drained. By the time the Flying Sword broke out of the poison fog, its strength was nearly exhausted, leaving it unable to form another offensive.

Watching the stopped Flying Sword, the wizard felt a deep pain.

Despite seemingly casually releasing hundreds of poison snakes, each snake had required at least twenty years of cultivation, costing him plenty of energy and wealth.

Normally, these long-cultivated snakes could be used for a long time and would become even stronger.

But now, to block this Flying Sword charged with the power of Intent, he had no choice but to use them as expendable items, his decades of effort gone in a flash.

Having paid such a huge price to stop the first wave of the Flying Sword's attack, the wizard finally got a clear view of the face of the Cultivator who had ambushed him.

It was a very young and handsome male Cultivator, staring at him with a cold expression and piercing gaze.

Lu Qingshan was also sizing up the wizard.

A Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator, indeed, he has some methods.

Lu Qingshan thought to himself.

Although it was only a weak level of Slaughter Sword Intent, the Flying Sword, enhanced by this strand of Sword Intent, had still accelerated from seven times the speed of sound to twelve, combined with the Fire Element damage inherent in the Dragon Sparrow Sword, its power was formidable.

This is the power of Intent, and why it becomes the most crucial standard in evaluating the combat power of High Rank Cultivators.

Having seen the wizard's Cultivation, Lu Qingshan felt even more confident.

His current realm was only Golden Core Early Stage, but both in terms of Spiritual Power and Divine Sense, he was no different from a Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator.

As for magical spells, he believed that most Golden Core Late Stage Sword Cultivators could not beat him.

Thus, to him, the Golden Core Late Stage wizard was certainly not an invincible opponent.

"Who are you? Why are you here in my cave dwelling?" the wizard asked sharply, his face darkening.

Swoosh!

What he hadn't anticipated was that the young Cultivator before him had no intention of conversing, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword transformed again into a streak of crimson light, charging towards him.

A man destined to die, why bother with further words!

Crack, crack...

The wizard's face darkened, his whole body's Spiritual Power vibrated urgently, and a grating sound emerged.

His body's muscles bulged, and bizarre scale-like armor wildly grew over his skin, quickly covering most of his body, even his face was covered in bluish-black scales, looking horrifying.

When the Flying Sword struck the wizard's chest, his close-fitting clothes immediately burst apart, followed by the layer of scales.

Clang, clang, clang!

Upon collision, sparks flew everywhere.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword continually buzzed and struck relentlessly, flames interwoven, creating a terrifying net in the sky, dense and chilling, enveloping the wizard.