Chapter 284: The Terror of the Primordial Dan Realm

Heng Xian darted through the Ku Cheng building complex, covering dozens of meters in an instant.

He reached into his bosom and touched the Token, his arm trembling slightly, unable to hide his excitement.

Of the three silver-cloth Tokens, he had obtained two, bringing him one step closer to the greatest Fate Opportunity.

Just then, a howling wind swept past as a black shadow brushed by his side, flew past, and slammed heavily to the ground, scraping across the marble floor for a distance, kicking up dust, then snapped its head toward him with a "meow".

It was a leopard with wings.

Heng Xian involuntarily stopped, cursing under his breath, knowing who had caught up.

Heh heh, hello, Cat-face Man!

Behind him, He Bizhi flicked his folding fan, his white robe snapping in the wind, a look of ease on his face: "This time your Spiritual Sense isn't suppressed; your Spiritual Power flows without hindrance. Guess if you can escape."

Heng Xian simply crossed his arms and leaned against a wall: "Run? Why would I run?"

He Bizhi laughed: "You wouldn't naively think that, with your measly Qi Hai Realm Ninth Level, you could defeat me, a bona fide Primordial Dan Realm cultivator, the top of the Azure Mountain Sect's Earth Ranking, would you?"

Heng Xian's face didn't flush or pant: "Who says so?"

"How interesting!" He Bizhi tapped his folding fan, seemingly teasing the Cat-face Man, finding it more amusing than simply striking him down: "Do you know the difference between the Primordial Dan Realm and the Qi Hai Realm?"

Heng Xian exclaimed: "You're a Primordial Dan Realm cultivator yourself and you ask me? Want to show off? You say it!"

He Bizhi was at a loss for words, his tone suddenly growing graver: "In the Primordial Dan Realm, the Spiritual Sense locks onto a radius of a hundred li, the Natal Magic Treasure can cleave seas and split mountains, and it can control all spiritual energy within a thirty-zhang radius; cultivators below the Primordial Dan Realm cannot cast spells at close range."

Coincidentally, you are within that hundred-li range and also within that thirty-zhang radius! Tell me, are you afraid?

Heng Xian glanced at the moon in the sky and said lightly: "I once had a friend who shared your realm, excelled as you do, also loved to introduce himself, and talked endlessly. Guess what happened to him?"

He Bizhi wore a puzzled expression, wondering why this guy brought up a friend, and asked: "What happened?"

Heng Xian sighed: "The grass on the grave is over two meters tall, his wife ran off with Old Wang next door, and the two kids are running all over the place!"

He Bizhi's face shifted dramatically—reddish with white, white with green—then his Spiritual Sense locked onto Heng Xian, he brandished his folding fan, shrouded in terrifying pressure, and brought it down upon him: "Little thief, with your foul country slang you insult me, utterly lacking the ancient bearing of a great sect's disciple; I will send you to the west!"

Not far off, the Flying Leopard also let out a howl, leaping and lunging to bite.

Heng Xian drew a deep breath, intending to clash head-on with the Primordial Dan Realm, drew a Spirit Sword, tapped his foot, and in a flash dodged the Flying Leopard and struck at He Bizhi.

"Heh!" He Bizhi chuckled lightly, waving his fan.

The fan and the sword tip made contact.

"Bang!"

Violent spiritual power surged, sweeping outward.

He Bizhi staggered, stepped back a pace, his face slightly stunned.

Meanwhile, Heng Xian retreated ten or more steps, his right arm trembling slightly, the tiger's mouth split.

Though He Bizhi's strength paled in comparison, his spiritual power was overwhelmingly vast; the Primordial Dan power had undergone a qualitative change, utterly unlike the spiritual power of the Qi Hai Realm.

Can't beat him!

Even giving it his all, it's hard to win!

"You brat, what tremendous strength!" He Bizhi also shook his right hand, "You, a mere Qi Hai Realm Ninth Level, how can your strength exceed mine? What ancient bloodline are you?"

Heng Xian remained silent, bracing his sword with both hands, eyes locked on his opponent.

"Not speaking?"

He Bizhi smiled, stepping forward slowly; with each step his aura grew, and behind him a faint colossal lion-head phantom appeared.

Instantly his whole being became as terrifying and heavy as a primeval feral beast, his voice growing much coarser: "My Ancient Azure Lion Saint Body, king of all beasts—what do you think? Want to compare strength again?"

Heng Xian suddenly, without a word, produced a small drum that expanded to meet him.

"Again with this thing! Die!"

He Bizhi leapt up; vaguely, a muffled lion's roar came from midair, sealing a radius of a hundred zhang in an instant, a gigantic lion's claw descended upon him—before it even struck, the blue stone slab road beneath began to crack with a "ge-leng-ge-leng" sound.

"Boom—"

The drum's thunderous roar only held off the lion's claw for a moment before it struck again.

"Bang!"

Heng Xian was blasted into pieces.

He Bizhi landed, the giant lion phantom dissipating, he gazed at the ground with some regret: "Sorry, Cat-face Man, you're talented, but my resentment won't fade; I can only kill you to see who you are."

All that could be seen was Heng Xian's corpse shattered into eight or nine pieces, bones and veins exposed, yet utterly devoid of skin.

He Bizhi stared blankly at the "head", muttering: "No skin? Did I use too much force? Impossible—could a Qi Hai Realm Ninth Level palm strip off skin?"

Instinctively he pinched Heng Xian's head, feeling like he was squeezing a piece of rubber.

At that moment the "head" suddenly spoke: "He Bizhi, I'll eventually flay your skin and slaughter your leopard!"

With a soft "pop", it vanished like foam, the ground empty—no corpse remnants remained.

He Bizhi widened his eyes, stunned for a long while, then snapped: "What damned sorcery is this? Damn it!"

His Spiritual Sense frantically swept in all directions.

Dozens of li away, Heng Xian employed the Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram to conceal his aura and fled at top speed.

He ran a full hundred li before collapsing into a dilapidated house.

His shoulders' clothing was torn and bloodstained, he had already sustained minor injuries.

Just now, using the Skin-Shedding Clone to escape was incredibly close!

But this also prompted him to reassess the Primordial Dan Realm.

No wonder his master, Nangong Liluo, often said that below the Primordial Dan Realm all are ants, and only entering the Primordial Dan Realm counts as stepping onto the threshold of cultivation.

He Bizhi realized that this authentic Primordial Dan Realm could be this powerful!!!!

Ancient Azure Lion Saint Body??

As expected, the experts on the Earth Ranking all possess some saintly physique or bloodline!

Just now He Bizhi hadn't yet unleashed his Natal Magic Treasure; if he went all out, how strong would he be? Perhaps even a great host of Yuan Dan Initial Realm cultivators from the ten-thousand-li vast sea bound together wouldn't be enough for him to finish in one pot!

He couldn't help but look toward the window, his eyes gradually brightening; he had confidence that if he broke through to the Primordial Dan Realm, defeating someone like He Bizi would be no problem!

Actually, he didn't know that over these past few years, his escape from the pursuit of all major sects by relying on the Qi Hai Realm was the true reason he became famous!!

Pat-pat, pat-pat…

Just then, a footstep sound came from outside the house.

Footsteps?

Heng Xian startled, was about to rise, when he smelled a strong rose fragrance.

Accompanying the scent, a pair of trembling breasts came before him.

Her skin was snow-white, even in the night it seemed overly white; a pair of peach-blossom eyes looked at him, she gave a hehe laugh and softly said, "I am Bai Lianhua, who are you?"

Heng Xian looked at the woman before him, his heart slightly tense.

The Tianyuan Sect's earth-ranking number one, Bai Lianhua, I only saw her at dusk!

Regarding this former fellow sect member, he had long heard rumors: her chest was as big as a bucket, front protruding and back curved; speaking of figure, she was ranked first among the younger generation of the fourteen sects!

Having seen her twice today, she indeed did not disappoint; she was truly a feast for the eyes.

But seeing her at this time was really not a good thing.

This woman gave him the feeling that she was even more terrifying than He Bizi.

"Why aren't you speaking?" Bai Lianhua chuckled, "If I, the older sister, personally remove your mask, wouldn't that be less fun, what do you say?"

Heng Xian lightly laughed: "How so? Older sister wants to play some erotic games with me?"

Bai Lianhua slightly narrowed her eyes, looking down from above with a surging presence: "It depends on whether you're handsome or not; I, the older sister, prefer talented young men."

Heng Xian shook his head: "What if my face is covered in scars, making me ugly?"

Bai Lianhua straightened her waist, full of older-sister aura, yet her tone was chillingly scary: "If you dirty my eyes, I'll naturally kill you, chop you into eight pieces!"

"How vicious!" Heng Xian feigned horror.

"Are you scared?" Bai Lianhua chuckled, "If you tell me the function of those tokens, and what secret you discovered in the ruins, I might consider sparing you."

Heng Xian lowered his head, pretending to think.

"I'll give you ten breaths of time!" Bai Lianhua's aura rose as she locked onto Heng Xian: "Ten, nine, eight…"

Just as the count reached "eight", a muffled grunt suddenly escaped him, and he collapsed to the ground.

A figure appeared behind him.

(End of chapter)