Above the mountain peak, the pitch-black ball of light and the three-inch silver needle floated. The former's aura of death overflowed into the heavens while the latter's ferocious might shook the world. Both of them were peerlessly terrifying.
The Demonic Fairy's eyes froze, "Death energy?"
"That's right. You should know how terrifying the Death Qi is. Even if Zhao Shikong doesn't die, he'll still shed a layer of skin."
Ling Xian softly grinned, "Plus your Needles of the Soul Destroyer, I can definitely kill him."
As he finished speaking, he threw the black light ball and the three-inch silver needle into the bottom of the mountain. At the same time, he covered them with the Heaven Shrouding Divine Formation, hiding the power of these two treasures.
Then, he waved his sleeve and the mountain closed.
"Zhao Shikong is not a simple person. You have to be careful."
The Demonic Fairy stared at him, "If you cannot kill him, then you must leave immediately."
"Don't worry. As long as there's life, there's hope. I understand."
Ling Xian softly grinned, "You should leave. He is very familiar with your scent. If you stay, he will find out."
"Okay. Be careful." The Demonic Fairy nodded. Then, in a flash, she left.
Seeing this, Ling Xian used the Heaven Shadowing Array to hide his Qi and reappeared hundreds of meters away.
The Sky-Shrouding Divine Formation might not be able to hide from the senses of a level-nine cultivator, but with the addition of a thousand feet, it would be very difficult to detect.
"Let's wait patiently. Once I kill this person, I will be able to complete the task entrusted to me by the Thief Immortal."
Ling Xian mumbled to himself. Then, he closed his eyes and waited patiently.
Time passed bit by bit. The next morning, he opened his eyes and a cold light flashed in them.
Because his target had appeared.
It was a grey-robed elder with white hair and a youthful face. His eyes were as deep as the ocean. With one look, Ling Xian was certain that this was Zhao Shikong.
"It's finally here …" Ling Xian mumbled to himself. Then, the array cracked open, revealing the treasures inside.
Instantly, Zhao Shikong gasped. He didn't find Ling Xian, he found the spiritual light from the mountain peak.
He was a powerhouse of the ninth level. If he didn't notice Ling Xian's presence, then he would be a piece of trash.
"My luck isn't bad. I actually found a treasure trove." Zhao Shikong smiled faintly. Suddenly, he frowned, feeling that something was off.
He had walked this path no less than ten times, but he had never found any treasure before.
Immediately, his glabella glowed as he probed the towering peak.
In his perception, there were only treasures in the mountain. There was no danger.
"Looks like I was thinking too much."
"I didn't notice it before. It's probably because the talisman formation hasn't cracked yet, so I naturally couldn't sense it."
Zhao Shikong smiled faintly, his eyes flashing with joy.
Although he was a level-nine cultivator, the treasures of the mountain were not ordinary. More importantly, this was like a pie falling from the sky.
Anyone who encountered it would be delighted and would not miss it.
At once, Zhao Shikong waved his hand. Spiritual Qi howled out and smashed the array.
In the next instant, the mountain peak split apart. Precious energy circulated and spiritual light rushed into the heavens.
"Good treasure. I didn't expect my luck to be so good."
Zhao Shikong's gaze was heated. The corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up, revealing a faint smile.
This was not good luck, but death.
"It's a good sign to run into a treasure on the way out." Zhao Shikong's face was full of smiles. His figure flashed, and he entered the mountain.
Then, he waved his hand to collect the treasures. He didn't realize that the treasures were lining up and leading him towards the abyss.
Or in other words, he was getting closer to the black ball of light and the three-inch silver needle.
Before long, Zhao Shikong had collected all the treasures. He was only one step away from being killed.
"I have laughed enough. It's time to cry." Ling Xian mumbled to himself. Coldness flashed across his eyes.
In the next second, he exploded the black ball of light. Terrifying energy of death rolled out in all directions, making Zhao Shikong's expression change.
Caught off guard, he only had time to summon his Qi. He didn't even have time to summon his defensive technique.
Therefore, Zhao Shikong was essentially suffering 100% of the energy of death. In an instant, his face turned white.
What could he do? The energy of death was far too terrifying. Especially when it explodes in an instant, it was even more terrifying. Even he found it hard to defend against it.
Therefore, after the energy of death passed, Zhao Shikong's breathing weakened and his eyes dimmed.
However, he didn't die.
Though he didn't have time to summon his defensive technique, his cultivation level was at the intermediate stage of the ninth level. Therefore, he was only heavily injured.
"I cannot kill this person after all …" Ling Xian softly sighed, not surprised.
The ball of death could only threaten cultivators at the beginning stage of the ninth level. Zhao Shikong was at the intermediate stage of the ninth level, so naturally, he was hard to kill.
However, he wasn't depressed. Because he hadn't used the Needle of the Soul.
Though it wasn't a Zun Weapon, it was very close. Due to its special properties, it was much stronger than other treasures of the same level.
If he used it properly, he would definitely be able to kill Zhao Shikong while he was heavily injured!
"Dammit, why is there energy of death here?"
Zhao Shikong roared angrily. He really couldn't understand why he had almost died in the treasure trove.
"If I don't succeed, then I die." Ling Xian's eyes turned cold as he called out to the Needle of the Soul.
Instantly, the three-inch silver needle pierced through the air, startling Zhao Shikong. He quickly summoned his defensive technique.
However, he forgot about the Needle of the Soul. This treasure only targets the soul. Spiritual energy and techniques are useless.
By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
The three-inch needle pierced between his brows, causing him to howl in agony and his face to twist.
It was far too painful. This kind of pain was something even those with a heart of steel cannot handle.
"AH!"
Zhao Shikong held onto his head with both of his hands. His consciousness was hazy and he almost fainted.
However, he knew that if he fainted, he would die for sure.
Thus, Zhao Shikong endured the pain and used all of his strength.
HOMMMM!
The storm of the soul engulfed everything. Like the awakening of a killer, even though he was far away, it made Ling Xian's blood boil.
"It is no wonder he can compete against the strongest descendant of the Zhao Clan. His soul is much stronger than others of the same level." Ling Xian softly sighed, knowing that the Needle of the Soul would not be able to kill Zhao Shikong.
As expected, after Zhao Shikong used all of his strength, the power of the Needle of the Soul decreased and disappeared.
However, he also paid a painful price.
The Zhao Shikong right now, not only was his physique heavily injured, but his soul was also extremely weak. His life was hanging by a thread.
"Who is it? Get the f * ck out! "
Zhao Shikong was furious. If he still didn't realize at this moment that he was ambushed, then he would be too stupid.
"You really want me to come out?" Ling Xian spoke softly and stood up.
"It really was a trap!"
Zhao Shikong gritted his teeth, "No matter who you are, you are dead for sure. No, I will make you wish you were dead!"
"Do you have the ability to do that?"
Ling Xian's expression was emotionless as he landed before Zhao Shikong.
Originally, he didn't plan on showing himself. After all, Zhao Shikong was a powerhouse of the ninth level. Even if he was on the verge of death, he could still kill him.
However, he had used up all of his trump cards. If he doesn't show himself, then all of his previous efforts will go to waste.
Therefore, Ling Xian had to show himself and give Zhao Shikong one last attack!
"An ant of the eighth level dares to ambush me? You are seeking death!"
Zhao Shikong was infuriated to the extreme. Thinking about how he almost died in Ling Xian's hands, he almost went insane.
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