Chapter 101: Chapter 84: This item is fated to be mine!

Lu Li stood in place, his face cold and unmoved, completely ignoring the other’s pleas for mercy.

The light breeze moved the white Daoist robe, bringing a sense of ethereal transcendence. Yet, at this moment, it also seemed extremely domineering, inspiring awe in the onlookers.

“Bang bang…”

Iron Pillar had been attacking with full force for half an hour, and the opponent had been struggling to keep up.

Zhao Wuji began to make a final struggle, urging the Flying Sword fiercely toward Lu Li, with the Sword Qi howling through the void.

Unfortunately, due to injuries and the use of Forbidden Techniques, his momentum had already greatly declined from before.

Lu Li operated the Aminokaze with full power, the extremely sharp light of the sword directly slashing toward the red Flying Sword in mid-air.

“Boom…”

The red Flying Sword was instantly cut down to the ground, its spiritual light dimming to extremes, as Zhao Wuji spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face filled with despair.

Seeing this, Iron Pillar pressed forward once again with aggression.

Several more hits landed on the Spiritual Energy Shield, causing it to dim drastically as if it could shatter at any moment.

“Whoosh…”

A white giant tail slammed down hard on the Spiritual Energy Shield, and with a light sound, the Spiritual Energy Shield instantly shattered, its chaotic Spiritual Energy wildly stirring, whipping up fierce winds.

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Having done all this, Iron Pillar slowly moved towards Lu Li, rubbing against his collar affectionately while looking at him.

Feeling the delicate smoothness of the scales, Lu Li smiled and patted the head of Iron Pillar.

“Well done, you’ll be rewarded with five spirit fish when we get back.”

Hearing that there would be food, Iron Pillar’s eyes revealed a fiery eagerness. In their interaction, they completely ignored Zhao Wuji in front of them.

Seeing his Spirit Talisman broken and being regarded as insignificant as an ant, Zhao Wuji felt both ashamed and furious, with despair setting in his heart. Once, such contempt was reserved for him alone.

He regretted provoking this Evil Star.

Just as Zhao Wuji was in extreme torment, Lu Li suddenly made his move.

The Aminokaze flew through the air, carrying a fierce aura, mercilessly slashing towards Zhao Wuji’s limbs.

“Ah…”

Screams echoed as Zhao Wuji’s limbs were severed, with fresh blood immediately staining the ground.

Seeing no way out, Zhao Wuji began to curse viciously, “You’re finished, your kin will certainly join me in death, haha…”

Cultivators watching at the entrance felt a chill in their hearts.

“This person has such ruthless methods, such a strong desire to kill. With just a few moves, he reduced the disciple of the Purple Mansion to nothing more than a dead dog. He must not be provoked.”

Beside them, Zhuang Guxue was shocked by Lu Li’s remorseless action and decisive nature.

Faced with Zhao Wuji’s hateful gaze, Lu Li was indifferent.

He turned his head toward a young man at the entrance and casually said to him, “Come here and kill this man, any who resist will die!”

The Cultivators at the entrance were suddenly alarmed, and relieved to see that they were not the ones being pointed at. This Evil Star truly struck fear into everyone’s hearts.

The young man Lu Li was looking at felt a chill in the depths of his soul, his face a picture of wanting to cry but having no tears.

The young man dared not resist, and to flee would be to court death.

As a disciple of the Demon Path, killing a disciple of the righteous path might at most lead to being hunted, but to defy this person could mean being killed on the spot.

With that in mind, the young man slowly walked towards the corridor.

Zhao Wuji saw this and despair flooded his face.

“Who would have thought his mind would be so meticulous, making all my contingency plans completely ineffective…”

As Zhao Wuji descended into utter despair, the young man suddenly struck.

A bright streak of Sword Qi cut through the sky, harshly slashing toward Zhao Wuji.

“Ah…”

As screams rose again, Zhao Wuji was decapitated on the spot, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes, and blood turned the ground into a mess.

At the moment of Zhao Wuji’s life and death, a blood-red light burst forth from his body, shooting out quickly like lightning into the body of the young man.

“Indeed so.”

Lu Li pondered briefly; this red light was very likely a maneuver planted by a true master of the Purple Mansion, extremely bothersome.

But it was closely linked to the trace of aura, and as long as he wasn’t the one to kill directly, the consequences wouldn’t fall upon him.

Seeing his strategy effective, he was quite pleased.

The young man, feeling an inexplicable red light enter his body and unable to detect it, felt a chill arise from within. But he dared not hold any resentment toward the threatening figure before him.

The surrounding Cultivators all felt deeply chilled by Lu Li’s actions.

Zhuang Guxue, however, showed an increasingly curious gleam in her eyes.

At that moment, Lu Li picked up Zhao Wuji’s Storage Bag and poured out all the Spirit Stones inside.

Then, nonchalantly, he tossed the Storage Bag to the young man, “This is your reward.”

He knew he couldn’t make use of the contents; if there were tracking marks on the Magic Artifacts, he would have to face the wrath of the true master of the Purple Mansion.

They were only some Magic Artifacts after all; caution steers the ship for ten thousand years.

The young man’s expression was dumbstruck, disbelieving.

He took the Storage Bag, a quick look revealed overwhelming gratitude, “Thank you, young master, I will never hesitate to help you in the future.”

As a disciple of the Demon Path, every resource was a treacherous step.

For Spiritual Objects and Spirit Stones, let alone descendants of the Purple Mansion, he would kill even Golden Core descendants lying on the ground without hesitation.

With this batch of Magic Artifacts, his hope of Foundation Establishment was in sight; it was a deal worth making.

As for the hidden danger, he didn’t care in the slightest; having been marked by a Magic Seal, one more wouldn’t make much difference. Could a true master of the Purple Mansion really chase him down to the Demon Path Sect?

Lu Li collected the Spirit Stones from the ground, in a very good mood.

This pile of Spirit Stones amounted to twenty or thirty thousand; it seemed the opponent had indeed extorted a great deal from the visiting Cultivators.