Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 177 - 177: 47: The Infinite Palm Master Suppresses the Underworld, Battles in the Rebirth Realm, and the Magnificent Ancestral Thunder Artifacts Appear_2

Chapter 177 - 177: 47: The Infinite Palm Master Suppresses the Underworld, Battles in the Rebirth Realm, and the Magnificent Ancestral Thunder Artifacts Appear_2

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The giant scorpion, which had been fed something unknown, swept its tail horizontally.

Seeing this, Qiu Yueqing gathered all her cold magic power to form a shield to fend off the two’s attacks.

But before long, she was gradually becoming exhausted.

With her Qi Sea’s magic power draining away, she could only cling on with gritted teeth.

At that moment.

A streak of light flashed across the sky, with a “clang” sound, cut off the tail of the giant scorpion below the Viper Lady, and deflected the dense blood rain attacks by Yang Yuan, the senior disciple of the Bloody Immortal Sect. The light stipulated a circle, leaving a dazzling arc in the sky.

Finally, it returned to a man in white.

The man had a ghost face mask on, his cultivation level was not visible, but his aura was astonishing.

Standing there, he was like a towering mountain.

This raised the guard of both the Viper Lady and Yang Yuan.

Fear before the battle.

Having lost the momentum first.

Qiu Yueqing looked at the sudden appearance of the figure with some confusion.

She didn’t recognize the man, which sect did he come from?

“It’s me.”

A familiar voice reached her ears and Qiu Yueqing finally realized.

She looked extremely surprised.

It was actually the Royal Crown Prince!

When did His Highness become so strong?

Although he had great potential, he was, after all, only at the late Initiation

Stage of cultivation. But now. his aura was no less than a cultivator in the

Golden Core Realm.

Moreover, among the Golden Core cultivators, he could definitely be considered a strong one.

“I am here to help you.”

Without any more words, Zhao Huai slash his sword out.

He originally intended to find his wife, he didn’t expect to stumble upon Qiu Yueqing in his wanderings.

Seeing her besieged by many devil cultivators, how could he stand idly by?

If she died, the master of the Exquisite Palace would probably blame him.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Huai’s unidentified spiritual sword was already swung out.

A long, dark green sword qi was slashed out.

The bloody wings on Yang Yuan’s back transformed into a pair of large hands, crossing together, intending to blatantly block the sword qi.

However, the large hands were chopped off by the sword qi in an instant.

His entire body was sent into freefall!

Just as Yang Yuan was about to fall embarrassingly, the bloody ball in his hand penetrated his back and the bloody wings reformed, and his body was once again suspended in the air.

“Hiss!”

Feeling the sharp residual sword qi on his back still stabbing him, the wound could not heal in a short amount of time!

“This is… Sword Intention… Could it be you who just!”

Yang Yuan shouted with shock.

He obviously knew who had caused the powerful sword qi that brightened the sky of Jinzhou city just now.

In the face of the other’s astonishment, Zhao Huai remained unmoved.

He flicked his sword.

The spiritual sword split into eight pieces, leaving the phantom of the sword edge in mid-air.

They circled around him and shot towards Yang Yuan.

The speed was extremely fast, but the opponent’s reaction was not slow either.

He avoided the eight sword shadows.

Only scratching his skin in the process.

But it didn’t end there, he felt a chill on his back.

Twisting his head, he found that the sword shadow turned a circle in the air and was stabbing him again.

“Why aren’t you attacking yet!”

In desperation, Yang Yuan shouted.

The woman from the Poisonous Sect had been waiting for a chance to strike. Hearing the shout, she no longer hesitated.

A large amount of green poisonous mist erupted from her sleeve, forming a slimy green hand, and grabbed at Zhao Huai.

“Be careful!”

Qiu Yueqing, whose magic power had not yet recovered, could only relay a warning.

Zhao Huai appeared calm and composed. He turned around and slashed a sword at the poisonous mist.

This sword carried an enormous force that could shatter mountains and split the earth.

After it was slashed out, the ground under his feet split apart, leaving a deep ravine.

It cut the poisonous hand in two.

The sword qi shot a hundred meters along the ground, severing the distant city wall at the same time.

The poisonous mist hand was split in two, but after a short while, it miraculously healed, attacking once again.

Zhao Huai held his sword and rose into the air, wiped the sword edge, flipped over, and drew a circle in the direction of the two on the ground.

In the blink of an eye.

The sword qi flickered, gathered together, emanating a scorching temperature.

It was like the Form One of the sword, known as Realization.

Under the golden glow of the sword qi, a large area of poisonous mist was evaporated.

The light emitted turned into thousands of sword qi, shooting towards Yang Yuan and the woman like a sweeping rainstorm.

“Such strength!”

Both of them took a step back, could only temporarily dodge to avoid the sword rain.

At this moment.

Zhao Huai closed his eyes, feeling his cultivation rising even more.

Thousand-Mile Lone Rider.

As long as he doesn’t lose, he becomes stronger the more he fights.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and found something approaching quickly within his Divine Insight.

In the time it took to inhale/exhale ten times.

Eight tall corpses carried a black sedan, flying from the center of the street, stepping on the unmanned houses, and running on air.

These eight corpses were unlike those Zhao Huai had met on the street before, each one was clad in a shiny black armor with a ghostly face, seemingly made of steel, and they emanated a fluctuation of magic power.

Like puppets, and moreover, they were cultivators during their lifetime!

A black-robed old Taoist priest sat in the black sedan. He had black whiskers streaking across his temples and held a dust whisk in his hand.

The Immortal Corpse of the Corpse Tomb Sect, whose strength had reached the Rebirth Realm.

He was the helper that Yang Yuan of the Bloody Immortal Sect had called for.

Seeing the Immortal Corpse waved his dust whisk lightly.

Dozens of lights appeared on the street.

Upon closer inspection, there were as many as fifty-seven corpses.

Zhao Huai found that each corpse’s cultivation was around the Initiation Stage.

This meant that these bodies used to be living cultivators in the Initiation

Stage.

But after death, they were refined into war-ready corpses.

How many graves did this old Taoist priest rob to gather these corpses?

It is known that a powerful corpse requires various precious materials and a large number of resources to be successfully refined.

There were as many as fifty-seven corpses in front of him. If placed in the mortal world, they could already overthrow any influence..