Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

Blood was splattered all over the ground.

Huang Tong's figure once again transformed into flying feathers and scattered, regrouping behind the altar. The black feathers, stained with flowing fire, burned away in mid-air.

Her robes were indeed of excellent quality; despite enduring so many rounds of burning from the Yin Star Flame, they only had slight holes.

Yan Cheng knew, however, that this guy's condition was definitely not as nonchalant as he appeared.

Qi Refining cultivators are ultimately made of flesh and blood, unlike Foundation Establishment cultivators who can reshape their bodies and regenerate limbs simply by performing a few breathing exercises and consuming spiritual substances.

The injury of losing an arm is neither too serious nor too minor.

In particular, Huang Tong didn't have the luxury of taking pills to heal his injuries at this moment.

At the same time, Shangyin Xingyan did not attach itself to her limbs.

The chilling cold contained within had undoubtedly seeped into Huang Tong's body, solidifying his internal organs and meridians, and slowing down the flow of spiritual energy.

And then there was the sword that pierced her lung...

Undoubtedly, Huang Tong's speed and the short intervals between executing "Flying Mist Hides Crows" far exceeded Yan Cheng's expectations.

But under the influence of all these negative factors, how many more times can she transform into black feathers?

Yan Cheng's gaze was cold.

No matter how abundant a Qi Refining cultivator's spiritual power is, there is ultimately a limit.

If Huang Tong is still far from this limit, he wouldn't mind giving her another push on her back.

In the next instant, he had already taken his first steps.

Floating Duckweed Heavenly Sword Step!

Unlike the White Crane Seven Star Step, which is used for defensive maneuvering, this footwork from the Eight-Leaf Floating Duckweed Sword Manual is closely linked to the sword techniques, which helps to enhance the speed of the sword.

In an instant, a white blur of sword shadows blocked Huang Tong's path.

A bright purple flame then rose from the white rectangle, burning away the feathers that kept trying to escape.

At that moment, only a single point of dark flame could be seen shining amidst the countless flying feathers.

In less than a moment, the flames shot out from Huang Tong's lips as she reappeared, instantly piercing through the sword shadows and shattering the frost!

[Heavenly Corpse Flame]!

She was neither a corpse cultivator nor could she become a celestial corpse even if she reached the peak of her cultivation.

This method is not only proof that she has squeezed all the value out of the corpse cultivators who were once at the peak of Qi Refining in the palace, but it is also the strongest technique she has mastered after many years of practice.

Yan Cheng had anticipated her move. He formed a hand seal, and as flames burst forth, his figure vanished like snowflakes.

"Frosty Body"!

This Heavenly Corpse Dao inheritance, obtained from the Corpse-Raising Institute, has repeatedly saved Yan Cheng from danger.

The fact that it requires hand seals to be used is the biggest drawback of "Frosty Body".

However, for Yan Cheng, who was more cautious than any other cultivator and always kept one hand empty in preparation for casting spells, this was not a fatal flaw.

The moment the flames died down, he suddenly threw his spirit sword, slashing a deep, bone-revealing gash across Huang Tong's shoulder!

Huang Tong didn't utter a sound.

At this moment, she seemed to know that she had nowhere to retreat. She flashed forward and rushed in front of Yan Cheng, sweeping down with a heavy whip kick!

Yan Cheng braced his arms above his head to withstand the blow, but the frost-like energy condensed by the "Shangmiao Body Refining Mysterious Chapter" was shattered by the powerful kick from Huang Tong's leg.

If this technique didn't have the ability to protect the bones and muscles internally, this one kick alone would have been enough to break both of his arms!

At this point, using his superior cultivation level to suppress Yan Cheng became Huang Tong's best option.

Her spiritual power was not only deeper than Yan Cheng's, but her physical qualities were also far superior to Yan Cheng's.

Once the situation devolves into close combat, her advantages are actually quite obvious.

A single, unremarkable whip kick was enough for Yan Cheng to barely withstand with all his might!

At this moment, only pure calm and contempt remained in Huang Tong's eyes:

"Utterly foolish."

"If you have a sword in your hand, I must avoid your sharp edge."

"Yet you've abandoned your preferred weapon; if not now, when?"

Hearing the cracking sounds from her arm bones, Yan Cheng's eyes held a smile.

He deliberately created this opening only to lure Huang Tong closer.

Otherwise, with this guy constantly flashing around, when will it ever end?

Huang Tong's strength is indeed very strong, and his cunning and strategy are far beyond those of ordinary corpse cultivators.

But just as Yan Cheng had anticipated, she had a fatal flaw.

That is, a lack of experience in life-or-death struggles against equally matched opponents!

As the direct disciple of the Palace Master, she was at the late stage of Qi Refining, and there was no one in the Palace who could match her in a single blow.

The Holy Maiden is likely superior to her, but given this guy's behavior, he would definitely pull out the Golden Bell as soon as he sees the Holy Maiden, so how could he have a fair chance to fight her?

Human behavior is determined by character; by predicting human behavior, one can foresee their fate.

Because of his lack of experience in life-or-death battles, Huang Tong did not notice the silk thread connecting Yan Cheng's fingers, nor did he notice the spirit sword hilt tied to the other end of the thread.

When the distance between the two people is so close, this seemingly minor oversight can determine the outcome of the battle.

Yan Cheng suddenly pulled the silk thread back!

Realizing the sword was about to strike his back, Huang Tong resorted to his old trick, attempting to escape again by transforming into a feather.

This time, however, a pale hand reached out from the side and grasped her only remaining wrist, freezing her in place.

Huang Tong suddenly turned her head, and the outline of the golden raven on Mi Niang's mask came into her view.

This female cultivator never expected that at this critical juncture of life and death, the one who would decide her fate would be a corpse-raising woman whom she had never taken seriously.

Those eyes, which were always hidden behind the black mist and resembled those of a serpent or dragon, suddenly snapped upwards.

Before she could do anything, [Breaking Through the Clouds] had already turned around and pierced through her heart.

Yan Cheng naturally wouldn't give her a chance to turn the tide in this desperate situation.

Purple flames flowed from his claws, as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times before—one claw to sever a throat, the other to rip open a belly!

The outcome was clear.

Huang Tong stumbled and leaned against the nameless altar behind him.

The cold white blade pierced through her chest, and blood, paler than that of ordinary people, slowly dripped to the ground.

The vitality of cultivators in the Netherworld is considered quite strong among all the Daoist traditions.

However, Huang Tong was only at the Qi Refining stage, and had not yet reached the point where he could remain unaffected even if his heart was pierced.

Starting with the cold, white blade, the bone-chilling cold seeped into her meridians, freezing her internal organs.

Although there is still some spiritual energy floating within the three elixir cores, there is no strength left to revive them.

Even more deadly was the bright purple flame that, though carrying a chilling aura, was essentially yang fire that was constantly damaging the yin energy within her body.

She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze towards Yan Cheng a mixture of rage, bewilderment, fear, and melancholy.

But in an instant, it transformed into a question that revealed the true nature of a disciple of the immortal sect, and rippled in Yan Cheng's heart:

Is there still a possibility of reconciliation?

Upon hearing this, Yan Cheng couldn't help but laugh.

"reconciliation?"

"At this moment, such jokes are not funny!"

Huang Tong's eyes froze.

For a fleeting moment, she seemed to want to say something.

But the resentment hidden deep in those eyes gradually dissipated.

How could someone capable of scheming against her to death be fooled by a few low-level sweet words?

She had no vested interest whatsoever to offer in exchange for her life...

No, it's not that it doesn't exist.

She opened her palm, and its pure white light shone brightly like the moon in the sky.

But this only earned him a witty reply from Yan Cheng, a response that perfectly captured the essence of the immortal sect's traditions:

"Isn't this my Moon Essence? When did it fall into your hands, fellow Daoist?"

"Fellow Daoist, you wouldn't be thinking of using my possessions to save your own life, would you?"