As the eagle-headed beast’s massive wings made contact with Lucian’s Halberd’s blade, he felt a tremor run through his body.
This was the first time he had felt this kind of sensation, causing his brow to rise up in surprise.
“Interesting,” Lucian muttered, a glint of excitement in his eyes.
The beast roared, then it pulled back, preparing for another strike. Its wings glowed with a crimson light, spiritual energy condensing around them.
Lucian adjusted his stance, gripping his Halberd tighter.
It attacked again, this time with its sharp beak aimed at Lucian’s chest.
Lucian dodged, his body moving swiftly.
The beast’s beak missed him by a hair’s breadth, leaving a deep gouge in the earth.
‘Such power,’ Lucian thought, ‘if it had been any ordinary cultivator, they would have died already.’
In the world of Cultivation, most cultivators chose to kill Spirit Beasts from a safe distance by using various long-distance spells or using their own contracted beasts.
That was why the man in the red robe thought Lucian was using some sort of defensive artifact to protect himself.
The demonic cultivators watched with ruthless smiles, enjoying the spectacle.
But one among them was stunned. He rubbed his eyes, not believing what he saw.
“Is this really Lucian? How did he reached Foundation Establishment so quickly!?”
His body was drenched in sweat as he thought the possibility that if he had attempted to kill him before, he might have already died.
Although shocked, he quickly composed himself and ran towards the man in red robe.
“Senior brother, this is person I’ve told you about. So can you not kill him directly? I want to personally torture him before killing him.”
“Oh!” The man in red robe nodded, a cruel smile playing on his lips, “Fine. But don’t smash his body completely. He’ll be good food for my spirit beast.”
Meanwhile, Lucian was constantly using his Phantom Stride movement technique to evade the beast’s attacks.
The massive creature’s claws swiped through the air, leaving trails of crimson energy.
Lucian’s body flickered like a shadow, appearing and disappearing in rapid succession.
“ROARRR!! ROAAR!”
The beast roared in frustration, its eagle eyes tracking Lucian’s every move. It spread its wings wide, casting a dark shadow over the battlefield.
“I guess that’s enough,” Lucian said coldly.
Immediately, Lucian moved with incredible speed, his body blurring as he vanished from sight.
In an instant, he appeared behind the massive beast.
Before the creature could react, Lucian suddenly thrust his Halberd forward with all his might.
With an incredible speed the crimson weapon plunged deep into the beast’s anus, piercing through flesh and bone.
There was a momentary silence, as if time itself had frozen.
“Awooooooool!!!”
Then, a blood-curdling scream filled the air.
The beast moved wildly, its wings beating furiously as it tried to escape the searing pain.
Blood gushed from the wound, staining the ground crimson.
Lucian smirked and twisted the Halberd, widening the wound.
As time passed the beast’s struggles grew weaker, its movements becoming sluggish.
Then he channelled his Spiritual Energy and Crimson Flame lit at the tip of Lucian’s Halberd.
Sizzle!! Sizzling!!
The beast’s insides began to burn, its flesh sizzling and smoking.
“GGRRROOOOAAAARRHHH!!”
A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the valley, shaking the ground beneath their feet.
It turned its massive body, without caring about the damage it was causing itself.
A crack resounded as its spine twisted unnaturally, but the creature was beyond caring about such trivial pain.
Lucian laughed coldly, his eyes gleaming with a merciless light.
He thrust the Halberd deeper, driving it further into the beast’s body.
The flames intensified, spreading rapidly through the creature’s innards.
The beast’s screams grew louder, more desperate. Its wings beat furiously, creating gusts of wind.
From moment Lucian moved using his full speed to him thrusting his Halberd into its asshole, it all happened in an instant.
Only then did the demonic cultivators and the man in red robe reacted.
The demonic cultivators watched in horror as their spirit beast writhed in agony. Few of them even touched their backside in fear.
The man in the red robe’s face twisted in rage and disbelief.
“Impossible!” he roared, his voice echoing through the valley.
But it was already too late!
Its roars soon began to weaken. The beast’s struggles grew weaker.
Suddenly, a crimson flame burst out from its inside, completely burning it from within.
The beast’s body glowed like a furnace, cracks appearing on its robust skin as the intense heat consumed it.
In a matter of moments, the once-mighty Foundation Establishment Spiritual Beast crumbled into ash, scattering in the wind.
As soon as the beast died, the young man in red robe paled and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face twisted in agony as he clutched his chest. His energy was moving in disorder.
This was the repercussion of losing one’s life-bound spirit beast. When a Spirit Beast died, the master would experience a small backlash. However, if the master died, their contracted beast would also die.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he waved his hand, pulling out a handful of jade-colored pills. Without hesitation, he swallowed them all.
Color slowly returned to his face as the healing pills took effect.
His eyes, filled with rage and hatred, locked onto Lucian.
“I’LL KILL YOU!” He roared, his voice echoing through the valley.
In his fury, he seemed to forget that the spirit beast, which had been stronger than him, had so easily been killed by Lucian.
A sword shot towards Lucian, leaving a trail of spiritual light in its path.
However, as the sword got close to Lucian, he swung his Halberd.
The crimson weapon sliced through the void, meeting the incoming sword with a loud clang.
Sparks flew as the two weapons clashed.
With a flick of his wrist, Lucian easily deflected the sword.
The man in the red robe’s eyes widened in shock and panic.
When he saw Lucian approaching, he immediately used a Forbidden Technique and a few Spiritual Energy Talismans to cover his body.
Lucian thrusted it forward with incredible speed and power.
The first strike hit the Spiritual Energy Shield, causing it to tremble and flicker.
The man in the red robe’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
Lucian didn’t pause. He struck again and again, each thrust more powerful than the last. The shield dimmed with every hit, its energy draining rapidly.
Meanwhile, the man wasn’t idle. He sent a barrage of flying swords. But they were instantly cut down to the ground, their spiritual light dimming to extremes, as the young man spewed out more fresh blood, his face filled with despair.
On the tenth thrust, with a deafening crack, the shield shattered into countless fragments of light.
Seeing the Spirit Talisman broken and Lucian’s smile filled with contempt, he felt both ashamed and furious. Once, such contempt was reserved for him alone.
Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Lucian suddenly made his move.
“Ahhh…!!!”
Screams echoed through the valley as the man’s arms were severed, with fresh blood staining the rocky ground.
Seeing no way out, he began to curse viciously, “HAHAHA… you’ll die. Your entire family will be killed. Just you wait. Haha…”
The demonic cultivators watching the scene felt a chill in the heart. They didn’t dare to move, afraid that this fiend might suddenly attack them.
But Lucian was indifferent.
He turned his head toward a young man among the demonic cultivators and said to him coldly, “You, come here and kill him. Resist, and you will die.”
The man was stunned. Others were relieved to see that they were not being targeted.
As for Julius, he was already trembling.
The young man dared not resist and slowly walked towards Lucian.
The man in red robe saw this and his face changed. The last hope of taking revenge seemed to be vanishing…
A bright streak of sword energy cut through the void, slashing toward him.
“DAMM YOUUAGHHH…”
Screams echoed again as the man’s head rose into the sky, with a look of despair and unwillingness in his eyes.
At this moment, a blood-red orb of light abruptly burst forth from his body, flying quickly like a bolt of lightning into the body of the young man.
“As expected!”
This was the tracking system the Demonic Sects used to hunt down the person who killed their Inner and Core Disciples.
Alisa had warned him about such things before he entered the Secret Realm, as they were extremely bothersome to remove.
The young man felt a chill run down his body as the red orbs entered him. But he did not dare to show any discomfort because it might cause him to die right here.
Lucian then casually imprinted his Qi Sense onto the man’s Storage Bag, taking only the Spirit Stones. As for the other magic artifact, he didn’t dare to take them as there might also be some tracking marks.