Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 652 - 314: Unleashing Full Power—Is This a Golden Core Cultivator? (Part 2)

Chapter 652: Chapter 314: Unleashing Full Power—Is This a Golden Core Cultivator? (Part 2)

"Another spatial spirit treasure?!"

In Ban Jing Nascent Soul’s eyes, only boundless astonishment and disbelief remained, "Who...what exactly are you?!"

To own a "Void Breaking Shuttle" was already an incredible stroke of luck. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Yet this person even has a spirit treasure specifically to counter Nascent Soul’s teleportation?

This is by no means a method an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator could possess.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, it’s up to you."

"I need to fully maintain the chessboard, to suppress his escape technique!"

Hongyi’s face was pale, veins bulging at his temples, "We must take this opportunity to completely annihilate him, we cannot let him escape!"

Evidently, activating a spatial spirit treasure, especially while maintaining the Dingkun Disc to suppress a space, was an enormous consumption.

"Alright!"

A cold flash lit up in Xu Ping’s eyes as he decisively stepped back.

The chessboard flowed with silver light, already laying down an invisible spatial cage around Ban Jing Nascent Soul, greatly hindering his escape speed.

Now, it was the time to eliminate him completely!

Xu Ping’s footstep surged with energy, stepping out in one move.

His figure shot like an arrow off the string, tearing through the air with a piercing whistle, diving straight for the dimly glowing, obviously sluggish Nascent Soul.

Every step he took seemed to shorten the distance by dozens of meters.

Within a few breaths, he was already within less than ten meters of Ban Jing Nascent Soul.

"Young one, you seek death!"

Ban Jing Nascent Soul let out a roar like a trapped beast.

With a small gesture, a palm-sized Profound Turtle Spirit Shield whirled rapidly around the Nascent Soul, radiating a heavy yellow light to protect his body.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and fiercely spat out, a stream of pure Nascent Soul essence qi spewed from his mouth, enveloping a small, entirely azure-blue flying sword.

The sword’s blade flickered unpredictably, carrying an aura of utter devastation, stabbing straight at Xu Ping’s forehead.

Forced to the extreme, Ban Jing was ready to risk it all with the essence of the Nascent Soul for a desperate attack.

Even at the cost of depleting himself, he was determined to kill Xu Ping completely.

Facing such a frenzied counterattack from a Nascent Soul cultivator at his last stand, Xu Ping’s gaze turned as cold as eternal Profound Ice, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

His mind raced, instantly driving his Divine Sense to the utmost!

Under his control, the Quasi-Fourth Rank Puppet once again drew the massive bow, forming an even more powerful arrow.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow shot through the air, heading straight towards Ban Jing Nascent Soul.

"Haste!"

With a slight shout, Xu Ping’s left hand triggered the sword technique.

Following the shout, seventy-two magic swords suddenly appeared hovering above his head.

Sword light flared, instantly splitting into hundreds of sharp sword shadows both real and illusory, interlinked, with Sword Qi crisscrossing, forming a grim and tightly-knit massive sword array.

The sword array buzzed in rotation, carrying world-slicing Sword Qi like a gigantic millstone, fiercely grinding towards Ban Jing Nascent Soul from the other side!

Countless Sword Qi sliced through the air, emitting harsh whistles that carved deep marks into the surrounding ground.

Simultaneously, Xu Ping’s main body advanced instead of retreating, displaying an almost reckless momentum.

His right arm’s muscles bulged and swelled, innumerable energies and blood burst forth from his body, an overwhelming and irresistible force instantly condensed at his fist tip.

He used no fancy techniques nor any decorative actions, just facing the azure-blue flying sword, he punched out.

The movement was simple to the point of crude, yet it contained a supreme realm of returning to simplicity.

"Break."

A single word was softly uttered, where his fist aimed, the air compressed to the extreme, emitting unbearable explosive sounds.

A white cone of air formed visibly ahead of his fist.

Fist and sword clashed.

"Clang—!"

A deafening sound, as if a great bronze bell was struck by a hammer, exploded with a metallic clang.

Xu Ping was forced back dozens of meters by the terrifying recoil, finally stabilizing his form.

Though his blood and energy surged and his meridians ached faintly, he was uninjured.

"Again!"

Xu Ping was high in fighting spirit, unfazed by the previous collision.

It was his first time fully displaying his current strength.

Xu Ping’s figure flashed, once again like a blood-red lightning bolt towards Ban Jing, clashing with the azure-blue flying sword again.

The puppet’s frontal assault, the sword array’s flank squeeze, and the physical body’s hard clash with a spirit treasure.

The three combined seamlessly, forming a terrifying siege.

It left Ban Jing, this Nascent Soul cultivator, overwhelmed, struggling to cope, dangers looming.

"Is this person still a Golden Core Cultivator??"

For the first time, true panic and puzzlement showed in Ban Jing’s eyes.

He had roamed the Cultivation Realm for hundreds of years, knowledgeable and experienced, but the performance of this Golden Core Cultivator was simply too astonishing, overturning his understanding.

A terrifying physique at the quasi-Fourth Rank level, with defensive power reaching Fourth Rank Lower Grade, clashing with a spirit treasure without defeat.

A terrifying puppet with battle power reaching the Nascent Soul threshold, the strength of its attack beyond imagination.

An equally terrifying sword array, with Sword Qi crisscrossing, filled with killing intent.

Plus, the ability to simultaneously control the sword array, puppet, and engage in bodily combat, the Divine Sense strength must have reached the Nascent Soul threshold, possibly even higher.

So many methods, such strong power, likely superior to most Nascent Soul True Monarchs, possibly even more so.

What kind of Golden Core Cultivator was this?

Simply a Nascent Soul monster disguised in Golden Core clothing!

Boom boom boom...

The continuous bombardment of the puppet and sword array on the yellow light shield erected by the Profound Turtle Spirit Shield.

Every collision erupted with a dull roar, the yellow light undulated fiercely, ripples spreading wildly.

Though the spirit shield had not been breached, the defensive glow was visibly thinning.

Xu Ping’s main body resembled a humanoid beast emerging from ancient myths, resisting the suicidal counterattack of the azure-blue flying sword.