Chapter Forty-Five: You Actually Stole My Experience!
As soon as everyone heard this, their faces filled with shock.
But before they could react, the woman moved with astonishing speed, stabbing directly at a man at the eighth level of Core Formation standing beside her.
The Blood Serpent Sword pierced his heart in an instant. The cultivator stared at her in disbelief, his eyes wide in shock.
At that moment, the Blood Serpent Sword glowed red, draining every drop of his vital essence in a heartbeat.
The woman instantly felt herself grow much stronger and immediately lunged at the next closest cultivator.
“Aah! Run!”
“Damn it! You wretch, you’re going to use us as a blood sacrifice!”
“Stop her, quickly!”
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By the time the crowd finally realized what was happening, they were furious. They at last understood what was wrong—her demonic weapon needed to kill and absorb blood essence to increase its power; otherwise, it was nothing more than an ordinary sword. To become stronger, she needed to conduct a blood ritual!
The cultivators surrounded her, unleashing spell after spell in attack. But now, with the power boost from the Blood Serpent Sword, and her own strength already at the third level of Nascent Soul, she slaughtered five of them in the blink of an eye. The sword’s power doubled again, and even those at peak Nascent Soul were no match for her.
Chen Xiang stared at her, dumbfounded, then became alarmed. “What the hell, you’re stealing my experience! Slow down, these people are mine!”
Without another word, Chen Xiang unleashed the Three Thousand Thunderbolt technique, darting into the crowd in a flash. He swiftly took out several in front and blocked the woman’s next attack.
“Ding! Congratulations to Host ‘Chen Xiang’ for killing a level-two Nascent Soul cultivator. You’ve gained 200,000 experience and a low-grade Nascent Soul.”
“Ding! Congratulations to Host ‘Chen Xiang’ for killing a level-three Nascent Soul cultivator. You’ve gained 200,000 experience and a low-grade Nascent Soul.”
“Ding! Congratulations to Host ‘Chen Xiang’ for killing a level-nine Core Formation cultivator. You’ve gained 20,000 experience and one Golden Core.”
“Ding! Congratulations to Host ‘Chen Xiang’ for killing a peak Core Formation cultivator. You’ve gained 50,000 experience and one Golden Core.”
“Ding! Congratulations to Host ‘Chen Xiang’ for killing a level-one Nascent Soul cultivator. You’ve gained 200,000 experience and a low-grade Nascent Soul.”
“Ding! Congratulations to Host ‘Chen Xiang’ for leveling up. Current realm: ninth level of Core Formation.”
“Ding! ‘The Mysterious Sword’ has successfully stacked eight layers of special effects. Current power boost: thirteenfold!”
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Chen Xiang slaughtered several more, instantly raising the sword’s power to eight stacked layers. Coupled with the initial five, he now had thirteen layers—his attack power was thirteen times what it had been!
A cold, sharp smile curled at his lips as he felt the mysterious energy from the killing sword flooding into him. At this point, he was confident he could take on someone at the peak of Nascent Soul head-on!
He looked toward the woman. She too had killed seven or eight, but most were only at the Core Formation stage. Now, she had stopped moving, her Blood Serpent Sword’s power fully stacked. Feeling the unfamiliar surge of triple her original strength, she glared at Chen Xiang like a venomous serpent.
Her eyes had turned blood-red, flashes of madness flickering within them—she was clearly losing her mind.
In an instant, the woman charged at Chen Xiang in a frenzy, the Blood Serpent Sword darting at his chest like a snake’s tongue.
Only a dozen cultivators remained alive. Seeing the woman attack Chen Xiang, they rejoiced.
“Let the dogs fight! Hopefully, they’ll both die!”
“Damn it, these two must die! They must!”
“Kill him, kill him!”
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Hope glimmered in their eyes.
Li Qiner looked on anxiously at the aerial battle.
To be fair, that sword strike was so fast and powerful that even a Soul Transformation cultivator would hesitate to take it head-on!
But Chen Xiang merely chuckled. Triple the power? While I have thirteenfold!
He immediately unleashed the highest realm of Three Thousand Thunderbolt—Three Thousand Thunders!
Normally, Chen Xiang rarely used this move due to its tremendous energy drain—it was like casting a Tidal Seal with a single attack, a terrifying expenditure. Still, though he wasn’t afraid of the woman, with her triple power boost, it was best to end things quickly!
In a flash, Chen Xiang vanished from where he stood. Only a few of the most advanced cultivators caught the faintest glimmer of lightning streaking past!
“What terrifying speed!”
The next moment, all the cultivators felt as though they’d plunged into an icy abyss.
In less than a second, a sword light flashed silently behind the frenzied woman, and Chen Xiang’s blade gently traced her throat.
A spray of blood—
In her madness, before death claimed her, the woman spun the Blood Serpent Sword and plunged it into her own chest. The blade pierced her straight through, its tip grazing Chen Xiang’s arm.
Chen Xiang reacted instantly. The sword was meant for his heart, but with a flicker of the Three Thousand Thunder Movement, he dodged, suffering only a cut to his arm.
“Ding! Host ‘Chen Xiang’ has been injured. ‘The Mysterious Sword’ loses one layer of effect. Current power boost: twelvefold.”
“Ding! Congratulations to Host ‘Chen Xiang’ for killing a level-three Nascent Soul cultivator. You’ve gained 200,000 experience and a low-grade Nascent Soul.”
“Ding! Congratulations to Host ‘Chen Xiang’ for leveling up. Current realm: tenth level of Core Formation.”
“Ding! ‘The Mysterious Sword’ has successfully stacked two more special effects. Current power boost: fourteenfold!”
“Ding! Poison detected in Host. The system will resist the toxin for ten minutes before failing. Do you wish to remove the negative effects?”
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“What the hell! Poisoned? How did that happen?” Chen Xiang jumped in fright.
He was poisoned? He looked at the woman on the ground, her face still twisted in madness, the Blood Serpent Sword glowing with a sinister crimson light. Glancing down at his wounded arm, he saw the wound was an unusual, deep red, and he could feel a strange force trying to invade his body.
“Remove it!” Chen Xiang said at once. Now was not the time to hesitate—poison had to be cleansed before it became a problem.
“Ding! Removing Blood Demon Toxin. Estimated time: one quarter-hour. Reputation cost: 500 points!”
Seeing this message, Chen Xiang’s mouth twitched. The damn system was fleecing his reputation points again—truly addicted to extortion! But he said nothing more; his body was his own and he couldn’t afford to take risks.
The surviving cultivators gazed at Chen Xiang in utter despair. They’d hoped the two would destroy each other, but who could have guessed the woman would die after only a single exchange!
She had tripled her strength, after all! When she was sacrificing them, none could resist. Yet such a formidable opponent was slain by Chen Xiang in just one move. Just how powerful was he?
The moment the woman collapsed, the survivors lost their nerve. Taking advantage of Chen Xiang’s brief distraction, they scattered in all directions, fleeing for their lives.
Their fighting spirit was crushed. If even the woman with triple her strength couldn’t survive a single blow, who among them could hope to stand against him?
“To be continued…”