Mortal: The Number One playboy of the Chaotic Star Sea

Chapter 104 Mysterious Bones and Puppet Masters

There were no fancy spells, no dazzling supernatural powers.

It was just a regular punch.

The fist, covered in gold-devouring insect armor, was unleashed with unremarkable force.

"boom--!"

A loud bang!

The dense blood mist barrier was torn to shreds like paper the moment the fist touched it!

Immediately following was the layer upon layer of protective spiritual light.

With a single punch, the spiritual light shattered, as fragile as glass.

Before the male cultivator could fully register the fear on his face, the fist had already landed squarely on his chest.

"Bang—!"

With a muffled thud, the male cultivator was sent flying backward like a broken sack.

His shirt ripped open at the chest, revealing a close-fitting inner armor.

The inner armor flashed with light, revealing itself to be a high-grade defensive magic weapon that blocked part of the force for him.

however--

"Snap!"

On the inner armor, cracks spread out like a spider web, and it shattered instantly.

That terrifying force pierced through the inner armor and slammed into the male cultivator's body.

"puff--"

The male cultivator coughed up a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The blood-red flag flew out of his hand, spun several times in mid-air, and the flagpole was bent at an odd angle, with most of the flag torn apart.

"How...how is this possible...a late-stage Core Formation cultivator at the peak of body refinement?"

The male cultivator's eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked down at his chest.

There, a dent the size of a fist is clearly visible.

One punch instantly killed a cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation.

The entire exchange took only a fraction of a second.

It wasn't until the male cultivator's corpse fell from mid-air and crashed onto the sea with a muffled "bang" that the other three snapped out of their daze.

"Body-refining demonic art, could it be the 'Heaven-Supporting Demonic Art'? What is your relationship with Senior Barbarian Beard?"

The mocking expression on the female cultivator's face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of shock.

The Heaven-Supporting Demon Art is the number one defensive demonic art in the Chaotic Star Sea!

But she had never heard of Barbarian Beard having such a disciple.

"Who is it? The one who wants you dead."

Qingfeng's appearance was concealed by the insect armor, thus removing the restriction of the Illusion Technique.

They increased their original 70% strength to 100%.

"Fellow Daoist! I am Leng Feiyue, the young master of the Succubus Sect. It's all a misunderstanding!"

Since we're all on the same page, how about we call it quits?

Leng Feiyue immediately put on a charming smile and said softly.

The opponent was at the peak of the late Core Formation stage, and shattered his male slave's full defense with a single punch, even bending and deforming the blood-red flag magic weapon.

With that kind of strength, she was unwilling to continue fighting.

"Who would consider yourself a kindred spirit like you, a used woman? I find you disgusting."

Qingfeng's eyes were icy cold, and his killing intent was overwhelming.

He had been hiding and dodging all the way, barely managing to avoid the beast tide, but then he encountered one problem after another near Thunder Sky Island.

I'm currently very angry and have nowhere to vent my frustration.

I don't care if you're from the Succubus Sect or not. Even if you're a disciple of a major demonic sect, you'll die here today!

Seeing Qingfeng's gaze, Leng Feiyue felt a sudden chill run down her spine.

Having cultivated for hundreds of years and killed countless people, she could naturally discern what those eyes meant.

"withdraw!"

Leng Feiyue made a quick decision, shouted, and hurriedly formed a magic seal with her hands.

Purple mist surged out again, enveloping her and the remaining two male cultivators.

however--

"Trying to leave?"

Qingfeng's indifferent voice rang out.

He flashed forward and charged out again.

This time, his target was the male cultivator holding the white bone prayer beads.

The male cultivator was already terrified by Qingfeng's punch. When he saw Qingfeng rushing towards him, he was filled with dread and frantically activated the eighteen skulls to bombard Qingfeng.

The skull opened its mouth wide, spewing out eerie ghostly energy, and the howling of ghosts and wolves shook the heavens.

"Hmph, trying to use demonic techniques in front of me?"

"Senior Xuan Gu, this little thing is yours."

With a wave of his hand, Qingfeng summoned a pitch-black humanoid puppet from his storage bag.

This puppet is not the ordinary kind, which is divided into low-level and mid-level puppets. Instead, it is a special magic weapon that was accidentally revealed when Qingfeng combined the five magic weapons.

At this moment, Xuan Gu's divine soul fire seed acted as a henchman within this puppet.

"Hehehe! Your bone rosary is quite well-made; I'll take it!"

Xuan Gu controlled the puppet's body, releasing a large amount of Xuan Yin demonic energy.

The male male cultivator's demonic cultivation technique was completely ineffective against Xuan Gu, and he was instantly enveloped by Xuan Yin demonic energy.

Meanwhile, the Xuan bone of the puppet body rushed into the group of skulls, unleashing streams of black and white energy.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The black and white energies, of unknown origin, instantly transformed upon touching the skull, becoming his possessions.

He seized all eighteen skeletal ghosts, which were powerful enough to devour a cultivator's soul, in just three breaths.

"Pfft! My natal magic weapon! No!"

The male cultivator's face turned deathly pale, and he coughed up blood, looking like an incompetent husband watching his natal magic weapon, which he had refined for many years, being taken away.

Xuan Gu not only stole his magic weapon, but also used it right in front of him.

"Your secret weapon... is so moisturizing, hahaha!"

The Xuan Gu Puppet placed the refined skull magic weapon in its palm, and with a swirling of black and white energy, completely severed the traces left by the opponent.

"Stop toying with Xuan Gu, finish him off quickly and go deal with the other one."

Qingfeng then transmitted his thoughts and gave the instructions.

"Yes, I'll send him on his way right away."

Xuan Gu showed no displeasure at Qing Feng's command; on the contrary, he obeyed completely.

There was nothing he could do; his puppet body was Qingfeng's magical artifact, and he only had the right to use it, not ownership.

With just a thought, Qingfeng could retract the puppet, turning it back into a small flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

But this isn't the only reason why Xuan Gu obeys orders so readily.

The black and white energies he just used were from a ghostly cultivation technique passed down to him by Qingfeng, which contained supernatural abilities and spells.

"For the sake of continuing that cultivation technique, I'd be willing to be a dog..."

As Xuan Gu thought to himself, his figure appeared behind the male cultivator amidst the dense black mist.

"Pfft—!"

The puppet's arm pierced through the male cultivator's dantian and extracted his golden core.

"ah--!"

The male cultivator's screams abruptly stopped as he fell into the sea below.

From the initial attack on Qingfeng to the subsequent killing of two of them, only a few breaths had passed.

Leng Feiyue, who had just escaped, and the sword-wielding male cultivator were already terrified. The two frantically urged the purple cloud to escape as quickly as possible.

But Qingfeng followed closely behind them, continuously closing the distance.

From the initial four people to the current two, Zi Yun's escape speed has slowed down by nearly half.

Qingfeng withdrew his Transformation Technique, and his escape speed increased from 70% to full. In the end, he became the faster one in terms of escape speed.

"Damn it! Go and hold him off!"

Leng Feiyue glanced at the male concubines and slaves behind her.

"Huh? Me!"

Before the male slave was ready, Leng Feiyue kicked him out of Ziyun.

Seeing this, the male concubine had no choice but to summon his black longsword, activate the sword magic weapon, and block Qingfeng's way.

"How bold! How deeply affectionate!"

Seeing someone blocking the way, Qingfeng assumed that the male concubine had done it voluntarily.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and the Golden Thunder Fire Sword appeared out of thin air. The sword trembled, and a golden sword light shot out.

"Flying sword magic weapon! Sword cultivator?!"

Upon seeing this, the male cultivator hurriedly threw out his longsword magic weapon.

"Bang--!"

The two flying swords collided fiercely.

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