BXBX NOVEL Chapter 110: The Hunt 2)
Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from within the building, causing the very air to tremble. The doors were flung open, and a figure emerged - the core disciple, his eyes burning with righteous fury.
"H-Holy Envoy, you dare defile the sanctity of our sect?... Everyone trusted you," the core disciple riared, his voice like the rumbling of distant thunder.
"Your actions will not go unpunished!"
Bai Lung's eyes narrowed, his dark energy swirling around him like a malevolent storm.
"Bold words, for one about to have their spirit root devoured," he drawled, his tone dripping with condescension.
The core disciple's expression hardened, his hands flashing through a series of intricate seals.
Swoosh!
"Then try and take it, if you dare!" he roared, unleashing a torrent of pure spiritual energy that crashed towards Bai Lung like a raging tsunami.
Swish!
Bai Lung's lips curled into a smirk as he effortlessly swept his hand, conjuring a barrier of dark energy that shattered the incoming attack with ease.
"Pathetic," he sneered, "is this the best the core disciple of sect has to offer?"
Chu! Chu! Chu! ( laser like noises )
Undeterred, the core disciple launched a barrage of spirit-infused projectiles, each one imbued with the power of the heavens.
They streaked through the air like shooting stars, converging on Bai Lung with devastating force.
But the Holy Envoy was no mere mortal. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a protective aura, easily blocking the Qi projectiles.
"Eh?"
The core disciple's eyes widened in disbelief as his powerful attacks crumbled against the sheer force of Bai Lung's aura.
With blinding speed creating a blurry on space, Bai Lung vanished from sight, reappearing behind the core disciple in the blink of an eye. Before the young cultivator could react, Bai Lung's hand shot out, wreathed in a swirling vortex of black and purple energy.
CRACK
The sound of shattering bones echoed through the air as Bai Lung's iron grip clamped down on the core disciple's shoulder, his fingers digging deep into the flesh and muscle.
"Arghhh... Haiiii!"
The core disciple let out a agonized scream, his face contorted in pain as Bai Lung's dark power seeped into his very being.
Summoning the last of his strength, the core disciple lashed out with a desperate counterattack, channeling his remaining spiritual energy into a razor-sharp blade that sliced towards Bai Lung's throat.
But Young Master Bai was unfazed, effortlessly catching the blade between two fingers and snapping it like a twig, a badass display of his physical strength.
"Truly Pathetic," Bai Lung growled, his eyes glinting with contempt.
"Hallttt!"
With a violent twist of his hand, he dislocated the core disciple's shoulder, eliciting another agonized cry.
The young cultivator's knees buckled, and he crumpled to the ground, his once-formidable aura reduced to a mere flicker.
Bai Lung loomed over the core disciple's broken form, his eyes narrowed to piercing slits.
Tack!
With a casual flick of his wrist, he conjured a swirling vortex of dark energy, its dark ominous tendrils reaching out to ensnare the helpless cultivator.
"Your power is but a candle in the face of the inferno that burns within me... A leaf can never shale a boulder," Bai Lung uttered, his voice low and menacing yet words full of enlightening wisdom.
The very air seemed to crackle with the intensity of his aura, oppressive and suffocating.
As the core disciple struggled in vain, Bai Lung raised his hand, his fingertips crackling with supernatural power.
"Your origin calls to me... Any last wish? Even if you have don't bother telling it," he drawled, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "because I don't have time for meaningless act,"
Tendrils of dark energy lashed out, wrapping around the core disciple's limbs and torso, binding him in a vice-like grip. The young cultivator let out a strangled gasp, his eyes wide with terror as Bai Lung's power invaded his very being.
Bai Lung's expression remained impassive, his gaze cold and unyielding as he channeled his cultivation, his dark aura swelling and enveloping the helpless disciple.
"Arghhhhh... Mmmmmppp!"
The sound of agonized screams echoed through the halls, a symphony of torment that only fueled Bai Lung's insatiable hunger.
With an utter disregard for his victim's suffering, Bai Lung continued his relentless assault, ripping and tearing at the core disciple's spirit root, consuming his very essence.
The core disciple's desperate struggles were like the futile flailing of a trapped insect, utterly powerless against the overwhelming might of Bai Lung's dark dominion.
A cruel, mocking laughter rumbled from deep within the Holy Envoy's chest as he relentlessly tore at the young cultivator's very soul.
Mist of ebony energy snaked and coiled around the disciple's body, seeping into his flesh and bone, corrupting him from the inside out.
"Hhhhhh! Arghhh!"
Agonized screams rent the air, but Bai Lung paid them no heed, his focus unwavering as he methodically dismantled his victim's spirit.
[ Ding! Exp gain +800,000 ]
[ Current realm = 8th stage ] ( including 292 power stone donations of this week )
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[ spirit root recover +06%]
[ Exp: 1,100/ 1,200,000 ]
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Snap!
With a snap! The disciple's body turned into smoke and vanished.
'Hmmm... Quite a surprise,' Bai Lung said to himself, as he didn't manage to steal the spiritual root. He only managed to devour them.
He analyzed that he needs to recover his spirit root to the best condition only then he will be able to absorb the spirit root of others.
Tack!
With a flick, Bai Lung removed the sound suppressing array, and vanished into thin air.
Not a single clue was left behind, for others to search for him.
...
Coming back to his residence, he sat cross-legged on the bed, maintaining his foundation. His cultivation was making rapid progress.
Just then, the door opened, and Xu Yin entered inside.