Rise of the Wang Clan: Starting with a Portable Farm

Chapter 185: Golden Core Self-Destruction

The Spirit-Splitting Cone struck the man’s mind like a hammer. He survived, but for the moment he could not fight back.

Wang Hao gave him no chance to recover.

His spirit sword flashed fast enough to produce a sonic boom, and he cut off the man’s head.

He then launched the Silver Shadow Needles and White Tip Divine Needles together. Ten needles shot toward another mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Burning Heaven Sect.

The man had only a flying sword. He hurried to bring it out when he saw Wang Hao attack.

He was too slow.

Four needles pierced his body. One went through his brow, killing him.

Only then did the remaining six cultivators react and bring out their magical artifacts.

One mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator in black swung a heavy hammer at Wang Hao.

“A body cultivator? Let’s see which of us has the better body-tempering art,” Wang Hao said.

He blocked the hammer with his Cloud Billow Shield.

The shield held.

Light flickered beneath Wang Hao’s feet as he closed on the man and thrust with his Green Light Sword.

The sword pierced the man’s body and inner armor, but did not go deep.

The man reached for the blade. Wang Hao tried to pull it free, but it would not move. A glowing glove on the man’s hand held the sword firmly.

Both men smiled, each thinking he had the advantage.

A small red sword appeared in Wang Hao’s hand.

The black-clad man’s head separated from his body. Blood dripped from the red sword’s edge.

Three of the eight attackers were dead.

With Wang Hao’s spirit beasts in the fight, what had been eight against four was now five against eight.

Only then did the Burning Heaven Sect cultivators realize they had become the prey. Frightened, they scattered.

Too late. With Wang Hao fighting at full strength and so many allies, they could not escape. Three images of Wang Hao caught the last man, and one sword stroke took his head.

“Fellow Daoist Wang, you…”

Qian Jiatao stared. He had not expected such an easy victory. It was as though he were seeing Wang Hao for the first time.

Was this really a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator? Why was he stronger than Qian Jiatao, who was in the late stage?

Wang Hao had killed three opponents almost at once.

The thought was frightening.

“I simply have a few more methods than most mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators,” Wang Hao said.

Qian Jiatao paused. “You’re too modest, Fellow Daoist Wang. Your strength far exceeds mine.”

“This is no place to talk. Let’s go,” Wang Hao said. He had no interest in praise right now.

Qian Jiatao nodded.

Just as they were about to leave, a wild shout came from above.

“Come at me!”

Daoist Master Baili’s body seemed to crack, dazzling light spilling from it as his flesh began to dissolve.

“No! Old Baili is going to self-destruct! Run!” Sha Dinshan shouted.

He retreated at once.

An explosion burst outward from Daoist Master Baili.

Blinding white light turned the blue sky dark by contrast. A thunderous roar and shock wave spread out, melting nearby cultivators, buildings and trees. Those farther away were knocked about, blood running from their ears and noses.

“Old Baili! Ah!”

An early-stage Golden Core cultivator of the Burning Heaven Sect managed only that cry before the blast swallowed him.

The blast was like a nuclear explosion. A huge mushroom cloud rose beside Du Guangchao’s tribulation clouds.

The apocalyptic sight left Wang Hao’s group terrified. They slowed and stared at the distant explosion.

It was a dreadful sight.

“Look! Sha Dinshan is still alive!” Qian Jiatao pointed to a figure at the edge of the blast.

Wang Hao looked over. Sha Dinshan’s clothes were torn, his former bearing gone, but he still stood in the air and showed no obvious injury.

“I was prepared for that. Did you think it would work?” Sha Dinshan said with a cold smile.

“Cough, cough.”

Wen Ruixin rose into the air again. He looked worse than Sha Dinshan, with several bloodstains on his body.

Of the three early-stage Golden Core cultivators who had been attacking the Black Water Turtle, one had been vaporized and another had lost an arm and a leg. The third, farther away, was wounded and left naked in the air after his magical artifact and robe were destroyed.

Only Jin Heng and Zhu Neng had been more fortunate. Perhaps Baili had avoided their area out of concern for Jin Heng.

The third bolt of heavenly lightning struck.

The great bowl in Du Guangchao’s hands shone brightly and blocked most of the lightning, tempering his body again.

The tribulation clouds looked much thinner now. Perhaps two or three more bolts would be enough for him to form a Nascent Soul. He still had a spare Magic Treasure, so his prospects were good.

“Fellow Daoists, attack! If we don’t stop him now, it will be too late!” Sha Dinshan called.

Sha Dinshan sent a flying sword toward Du Guangchao.

Wen Ruixin and Zhu Neng attacked with their Magic Treasures as well.

“Bastards!” To obstruct someone’s cultivation path was a graver offense than killing their parents. Du Guangchao raised his hands.

An enormous volume of sand and stone poured from the yellow bowl. Du Guangchao sent out a gale to carry it forward, smashing buildings and trees in its path.

Sha Dinshan struggled to control his great sword, pouring True Essence into it until his face reddened.

Just as he was about to lose control, Wen Ruixin and Zhu Neng arrived. Four Magic Treasures collided in midair.

The impact was almost as powerful as Baili’s self-destruction.

The three attackers’ treasures flew back, their light dimmed; one even cracked. Du Guangchao caught the yellow bowl steadily.

Sand and stones scattered through the air, killing disciples on both sides. Du Guangchao and the others could not spare them any attention.

“Even if it costs our lives, we cannot let him form a Nascent Soul. After today, he would spare none of our sect disciples,” said Wen Ruixin, head of Boundless Palace.

“If you want to die so soon, I’ll oblige you.” Du Guangchao poured True Essence into the bowl, sending out more sand and stone.

Thunder rumbled overhead.

The fourth bolt struck at that moment.

Du Guangchao looked resentfully at the three attackers. His next strike could have killed or crippled them, greatly reducing their threat to him.

But with the lightning descending, he had to turn and meet it with all his strength.

“Ha! Even the heavens are helping us. Fellow Daoist Wen, press on!” Sha Dinshan laughed.

Wen Ruixin brought out Boundless Palace’s sect treasure, the Boundless Whisk, and swept it toward Du Guangchao, trying to wrap him in it.

Zhu Neng drove Jin Heng back and threw his spear at Du Guangchao.

The three attacks were stronger than before. Even without the lightning to contend with, Du Guangchao would have found them difficult to counter.