The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Chapter 234: This Man Is a Body Cultivator!

As Chu Xuan watched the silhouette recklessly casting spells, he held his breath and inched closer. He knew well the means he had to combat a Nascent Soul cultivator. His spells, fueled by Spiritual Qi, were merely at the Golden Core level and thus relatively ineffective.

The methods capable of inflicting real damage on Leng Hanshuang would undoubtedly be his two Ghost Kings, Two Arms and Four Arms, and Hu, the Corpse King, along with his thirty-first layer physical cultivation realm and the devastating physical technique, the Great Extinguishing Thunder Fist. These techniques needed close-range execution to be most effective.

Thus, Chu Xuan needed to close the distance between them rapidly to unleash his lethal attack effectively. When he got within twenty zhang of Leng Hanshuang, she suddenly focused her gaze, shouting, "Found you!"

In an instant, the frost in her hands transformed into an ice spear, hurtling straight toward Chu Xuan's position.

Chu Xuan's expression shifted slightly. Without hesitation, he expended Nascent Soul essence to teleport instantly. With a whoosh, he covered the twenty-zhang distance, dodging the attack and appearing less than three zhang away from Leng Hanshuang.

Two imposing shadows burst from his body, rushing towards Leng Hanshuang from both sides. Five lifebound ghost weapons, irrational and relentless, smashed down upon her.

Leng Hanshuang, without delay, activated a top-grade defensive magic treasure. A Frost Mirror appeared before her.

Boom!

A crack sounded, and spiderweb-like fractures appeared on the surface of the Frost Mirror. Another crack followed, and a nondescript pendant around Leng Hanshuang's neck also showed several fractures.

Her expression immediately soured. This pendant, a Soul Protection Charm given by her ancestor to ward off psychic attacks, was incredibly precious and difficult to craft.

She hadn't expected to underestimate her opponent's strength so gravely that even her Soul Protection Charm had suffered significant damage.

Chu Xuan also frowned deeply. This Leng Hanshuang indeed possessed numerous magic treasures. In just the blink of an eye, two top-grade magic treasures had appeared, including one that was extremely valuable for protecting the soul.

"Two Ghost Kings, you must be Huikong, the one who killed Yun Zhongyu," Leng Hanshuang said with a cold laugh. "I've had such a hard time finding you! Ice Sun Crossbow!"

As she spoke, she waved her hands, and three streaks of light flew out from her storage bag, positioning themselves around her.

Chu Xuan focused intently as he recognized the three menacing giant crossbows before him, which held no bolts but arrows formed entirely of concentrated Spiritual Qi.

He wanted to move, but the crossbows seemed to have a life of their own, locking onto his body with deadly precision, ready to launch their frosty bolts at any moment.

This was not the end of his troubles. Leng Hanshuang slapped her storage bag again, revealing a small bottle in her palm.

"Yin Frost Bottle!" she shouted. With a burst, chilling air sprayed from the bottle, quickly enveloping the surroundings. Each breath Chu Xuan took was like inhaling knives, slicing through his lungs.

Leng Hanshuang smirked and slapped her storage bag once more, producing a long whip in her hand. This whip, wrapped in icy threads, emitted a bone-chilling coldness. Merely looking at it longer seemed to freeze both flesh and soul.

"Cold Sky Whip!" she announced, manipulating it as if it were an extension of her arm. It moved like a lively ice serpent, swift and fierce.

Chu Xuan was forced to repeatedly expend his Nascent Soul essence to dodge the Cold Sky Whip's attacks, his expression growing increasingly grim. Indeed, the Holy Maiden of a sixth-tier cultivation sect was formidable.

Ice Sun Crossbow! Yin Frost Bottle! Cold Sky Whip! Each item she produced was a magic treasure, and the bottle that spread the cold, with its radiant flow of light, was likely a top-grade magic treasure. The whip, intertwined with icy threads, was terrifying, likely Leng Hanshuang's lifebound magic treasure.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The Ice Sun Crossbows continuously fired their bolts. Crack, crack, crack! The Cold Sky Whip kept lashing out.

Chu Xuan was exhausted from dodging. Fortunately, his Nascent Soul had been bathed in the Heavenly Dao Dew, making it comparable to a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator's, which allowed him to have enough Nascent Soul essence to perform multiple teleports.

Leng Hanshuang continued to control her magic treasures from a distance, occasionally using a defensive magic treasure to block attacks from the two Ghost Kings. She seemed to manage quite effortlessly.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Clearly, her spiritual soul was also exceptionally strong, capable of multitasking to the extent that she could simultaneously operate four magic treasures.

As Chu Xuan deftly dodged the attacks, his hands, hidden within his sleeves, silently scattered some substances around.

Leng Hanshuang, observing Chu Xuan's frequent use of instantaneous teleportation, was somewhat taken aback. His Nascent Soul appeared extraordinarily potent, capable of executing numerous teleports in such a short span. Even with her own formidable Nascent Soul, she questioned whether she could manage such a reckless use of energy.

"Once I capture you, I must search your soul to discover your origins!" Leng Hanshuang thought to herself, gazing down at Chu Xuan with a cold smirk, confident of her impending victory.

However, just a hundred breaths later, a massive Nether Crocodile suddenly attacked from behind. Leng Hanshuang was prepared and immediately conjured a spell to counter. But unexpectedly, she found her Spiritual Qi moving sluggishly, and the spell she intended to cast faltered.

As the Nether Crocodile closed in, her expression darkened, and she had no choice but to slap down a Gold Thunder Talisman. The talisman erupted with golden lightning, obliterating the creature into pieces.

"What is happening...?" Leng Hanshuang was both shocked and furious. Why had her Spiritual Qi suddenly become difficult to manipulate? Could she have been poisoned?

More roars indicated the approach of additional Nether Crocodiles.

"Damn it...!" With her Spiritual Qi still not flowing properly, Leng Hanshuang resorted to using more talismans. Gold Thunder, Purple Ice, Black Vine — various Nascent Soul-level talismans were slapped down in rapid succession, like a torrential downpour.

Just then, a streak of black light shot towards her. "Dark Falcon!" she identified. Leng Hanshuang reached for another talisman, only to realize she had exhausted her Nascent Soul-level talismans. She screamed and attempted to dodge, but her movements were slightly too slow. The Sombre Falcon struck directly through her shoulder, leaving a gaping wound.

With a muffled grunt, Leng Hanshuang staggered backward, retreating continuously. Only then did her Spiritual Qi finally coalesce into a spell.

Boom!

The ice spear erupted with force, shattering the Sombre Falcon into icy fragments.

"Damn it! Truly damnable!" Leng Hanshuang's face twisted with rage.

"It's my turn now!"

At that moment, a chilling voice echoed from behind her. It was Chu Xuan, who had silently and seamlessly closed the distance during the commotion.

"Great Extinguishing Thunder Fist!"

Chu Xuan suddenly unleashed his punch. The force of the punch surged like a dragon, carrying with it the fury of a long-brewing storm. As his fist moved forward, the air itself seemed to roar under its burden, like thunder cracking the sky.

Leng Hanshuang's pupils contracted sharply. With her experience, she could immediately tell—this was a strike potent enough to threaten a Nascent Soul cultivator. This man was a body cultivator!