Chapter 283: To Live Long Without Dying Is to Be a Thief

The dust and smoke dissipated, and Jiang Ding closed his eyes to sense for a moment.

"Severely injured, but still alive."

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword vanished amidst a sonic boom, killing its way into the soil layer, its sword intent locking onto the figure that was earth-escaping at a relatively slow speed within the soil.

"Damn it!"

The old man in the shadow robe cursed angrily, forced to manipulate his pitch-black arrow feather magic treasure to meet the attack.

*Ding! *

A violent tremor rang out, and sparks flew in all directions. The Taiqing Flying Sword was blocked, entangled with the pitch-black arrow rain. They collided hundreds of times every breath, blue-gold and pitch-black lights flashing, dots of spiritual light splashing, making the nearby soil layer boil as if it were alive.

Swish, swish, swish!

Three hundred and sixty Hunter missiles arrived, but they did not entangle with the two weapons. They pierced through the soil layer and killed their way toward the old man in the shadow robe who was earth-escaping.

No matter how he concealed his figure or escaped into the underground shadows, it was useless.

The sword intent firmly locked onto his position, guiding the missile cluster to his real-time location.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the three hundred and sixty missiles caught up with the old man in the shadow robe. The shrill shrieks of death and the fluctuations of Tier 3 destructive spells clearly appeared in his ears.

"Shadow Cover!"

The old man in the shadow robe shouted in a low voice.

A pitch-black round bead appeared above his head, its spiritual light brilliant. It was actually an extremely rare high-grade magic treasure; his wealth was staggering.

A high-grade magic treasure was already the strongest magic treasure a Jin Dan cultivator could use!

As for top-grade magic treasures, also known as Nascent Soul Treasures, only Nascent Soul cultivators had enough magic power to drive them; Jin Dan cultivators could not use them.

Many Nascent Soul cultivators, if they had not ascended for long, only had high-grade magic treasures to use.

*Hum! *

The pitch-black treasure bead vibrated, diffusing circles of ripples. A pitch-black, dense, pure black shield several feet in size unfolded around him, faintly possessing the intent of shadows eroding and devouring all things, causing layers of rock and soil to dissolve.

Boom!

The three hundred and sixty Hunter missiles arrived as scheduled, exploding violently. Rolling Tier 3 spell flames swept in all directions. A thousand-meter-wide air pocket was forcibly blasted out of the soil layer seven or eight kilometers down, and the ground shook violently.

This was an explosion occurring in a nearly enclosed space!

The old man in the shadow robe let out a muffled groan. The several-foot shield formed by the pitch-black treasure bead was compressed to a few inches thick in the violent explosion, almost clinging to his skin.

But in the end, he had resisted it.

Swish, swish, swish!

However, in the sky, the three hundred and sixty Hunter missile cluster descended again with shrill whistling sounds, flying into the deep skylight pit blasted out beforehand, then arriving in an instant along the path the previous wave of missiles had flown, once again drowning him as he could not earth-escape very far.

"Damn Eastern Ji Mo Men!"

The old man in the shadow robe shouted angrily, but he was helpless. He could only desperately pour magic power into the pitch-black round bead to thicken the shadow shield, resisting the bombardment of wave after wave of missiles. The shadow shield swayed left and right.

Suddenly, his face turned pale.

*Ding, ding, ding, ding! *

The Taiqing Flying Sword and the pitch-black arrow rain collided violently every breath, constantly crossing each other.

The deep blue flying sword's light shone, Destruction Sword Intent permeated, and the sword body was covered in a web of golden Law-Breaking Immortal Gold patterns. Every strike shaved off patches of pitch-black shadow spiritual light.

The pitch-black arrow feather was extremely cunning, either poking or flicking, touching and leaving, never colliding head-on, occasionally finding opportunities to pierce through a corner of the blue-gold sword light.

It was like a cunning hunter, slowly grinding down the tiger's strength, waiting for a chance for a one-hit kill.

"To live long without dying is truly to be a thief."

Jiang Ding's face was ugly.

This feeling of clearly having the advantage in strength but being led by the nose by someone else was not good.

If it weren't for this person being too confident before, having the six Nail-Head Seven-Arrow Book arrows collide head-on with the deep blue dazzling sun transformed by the Taiqing Flying Sword, causing the magic treasure array patterns to be ground away and completely destroyed, the current situation would be several times more difficult.

"However, there are no 'ifs'. This ends here."

Jiang Ding sneered coldly.

The pitch-black arrow feather had collided with him so many times; even if it tried its best to dodge, there was still one contact in a thousand times, plus the injuries caused by the joint bombardment of the missile cluster earlier.

By this time, the pitch-black arrow feather was covered in scratches, and patches of magic treasure array patterns were blocked by sword qi. Its spiritual light was constantly dimming, its aura was constantly decreasing, and its speed was slowing down.

"Go!"

Jiang Ding pointed his finger, and all his magic power poured into his natal flying sword.

The thumb-sized hole at his brow was deep, the electromagnetic main cannon's light flickered, and the array patterns similar to magnetic field-assisted virtual lines within a ten-kilometer radius flashed and vanished. The infinite power of the magnetic field spiritual energy gathering array fell onto the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword vanished amidst a sonic boom.

"Not good!"

The pitch-black arrow rain wailed and trembled violently. A thick sense of sorrow emerged in the old man in the shadow robe's heart. While resisting the bombardment of the three hundred and sixty Hunter missiles, he still wanted to urge the magic power in his body, wanting to do something...

The Taiqing Flying Sword appeared again!

Destruction Sword Intent permeated, and the Law-Breaking Immortal Gold patterns on the sword body intersected. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of several kilometers slightly stagnated, and it slashed fiercely at the pitch-black arrow feather.

*Crack! *

After a moment of stalemate, amidst the teeth-aching sound of metal tearing, the previous wailing became reality. The pitch-black arrow feather was slashed into two halves from the sword shaft!

Two sections of arrow shafts with dim spiritual light fell from the sky, inserting themselves into the soil and rock, with no aura left.

"Pfft!"

"No!"

The old man in the shadow robe roared, spitting out a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs. The aura on his whole body plummeted off a cliff, becoming extremely weak, soon becoming worse than even a mid-stage Jin Dan cultivator.

Natal magic treasure!

This was an extremely important item for human Jin Dan and above cultivators, all of which were refined with heart blood at all times, accompanying one's path for a lifetime. The destruction of a natal magic treasure was no different from having one's heart pierced through.

At this time, his body was tottering, his meridians were trembling uncontrollably, and even the pitch-black treasure bead lost its luster, falling from the sky. The unfolded shadow shield dissipated completely.

Swish, swish, swish!

Three hundred and sixty Hunter missiles arrived as scheduled, drowning him amidst violent explosions. Fragments of Daoist robes and charred flesh and limbs splashed everywhere.

A huge air pocket bulged underground, a small earthquake occurred, and a large amount of soil and rock fell, wanting to fill this suddenly appeared cave.

"Is he dead?"

Jin Lingfeng asked.

In their Tier 3 spiritual child radar electromagnetic interaction array, this late-stage Jin Dan cultivator from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's Shadow Killing Hall had been disappearing and reappearing from time to time, which was very strange.

However, this time, his body was shattered, and his natal magic treasure was broken.

Should be dead, right?

"No."

"There is still one Jin Dan and his soul left, and they have escaped."

"Late-stage Jin Dan cultivators are more capable of surviving than rats and cockroaches. If this weren't the Immortal Sect's minor realm, where we have a huge home-field advantage, he might really have escaped."

Jiang Ding sensed for a moment with his sword intent and the pointer provided by the Array Spirit, his wariness rising greatly.

The sword light rolled up the broken arrow feather magic treasure, the high-grade defensive magic treasure pitch-black treasure bead, and a storage bag, taking him to break through the constantly falling and collapsing soil layer, splitting apart giant rocks weighing tens or hundreds of tons, and flying back to the ground.

"Over there."

Jiang Ding stared into the distance, vaguely seeing a fist-sized shadow Jin Dan, on which a tiny old man in a shadow robe was residing, his expression panicked, fleeing madly into the distance.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 284 =====