Chapter 145: Dragon Soul Fighting Spirit Palm

Chapter 145: Dragon Soul Fighting Spirit Palm

Lin Nuo’s mysterious weapon finally took effect, radiating a powerful Demon Soul Power. However, at that moment, three bald men appeared in the forest.

They approached with the fury of sworn enemies, their eyes blazing with anger.

Lin Nuo didn’t know who they were, but judging by their attire and demeanor, they were undoubtedly cultivators of considerable strength. After all, their shiny bald heads exuded an exceptional aura—just the kind of trait expected of strong opponents.

Demon Qi swirled out from the mysterious weapon, its intensity rivaling that of Ling Meng’s Spirit Techniques just moments ago.

The three Taoists scanned the area and, instead of finding Ling Meng, they locked their eyes on a black-faced, scarred youth surrounded by Demon Qi.

Their gaze was fierce, all attention focused on Lin Nuo.

“Daoist, Ling Meng is not here; this person is likely her accomplice.”

“Mm, I think so too.”

Daoist Wu Hui nodded, his expression serious. His hands were already gathering Spirit Power, prepared for battle.

He shouted at Lin Nuo, “Demon Disciple! Where is Ling Meng? The sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the way to safety! If you insist on hiding her, don’t blame us for being rude!”

Lin Nuo puzzled, “?? What are you talking about? I’m not a Demon Disciple! Are you guys making a mistake?”

“Daoist, let’s not waste our breath on him. He’s just trying to buy time for Ling Meng to escape. He’s engulfed in Demon Qi—definitely a member of the Refining Demon Sect! It’s a certainty to kill him!”

“Alright, then let’s take him down first.”

The three Taoists viewed evil with disdain; they couldn’t see a demon cultivator without branding them as villains. Eliminating villains was their duty, and there was no doubt about it!

The three Taoists’ hands, charged with Spirit Power, were primed and ready, eager to incinerate the wicked Demon Disciple with the fury of their eyes until he turned to ashes and his soul scattered.

“Kill!”

With the ferocity of a breaking dam, they charged toward Lin Nuo, launching rapid Spirit Palms.

Boom!

With a sound that shook the heavens, the nearby trees were turned to decay.

“Damn it.”

Lin Nuo cursed, gritting his teeth. With his agile movements, he narrowly avoided the Taoists’ Spirit Palms.

Looking back, he saw that the force of the mighty attack had reduced a row of trees to withered stumps, creating a gaping hole—a blazing chasm of destruction, with every living thing along the way reduced to souls!

Thinking to himself, aren’t you guys the real villains?

Though he didn’t know how this got started, one thing was certain: these three baldies wanted his life.

What grievances could there be? Did I eat your rice or puncture your tires? Why such hatred? Could it be they sensed my villainous nature?

Although Lin Nuo was quick on his feet, against the coordinated attacks from three powerful Taoists, he was struggling—his mind razor-sharp, wary of every angle, lest he be dealt a blow from which there’d be no return.

“This Demon Disciple has some skills, but he ultimately can’t match us,” one Taoist confidently proclaimed.

“Hey baldies, I’m not a Demon Disciple! Have you guys been kicked in the head by a donkey?”

Lin Nuo replied while dodging their attacks, thinking this guy probably got kicked around like a football by a donkey.

“Stop arguing, Demon Disciple! The Demon Qi on you is the greatest proof!”

The Taoists ignored his words entirely, convinced that anyone with Demon Qi must be a Demon Disciple. A Demon Disciple was a sinner, and sinners deserved punishment—it was indisputable.

The three of them struck from three different directions, and even the intense Spirit Power alone was enough to shake the branches and leaves, leaving them wilted. If caught by these strikes, he wouldn’t just perish; his meridians would be damaged, leaving him in agonizing despair.

With this pressure bearing down on him, Lin Nuo was filled with rage. How dare these bald heads attack him without explaining? Calling him a Demon Disciple was nothing short of a humiliating slander!

That’s right, as a world-ending villain, you call me a Demon Disciple? Who do you think you’re looking down on?

When Lin Nuo sensed their overwhelming lethal palms approaching, he felt the Demon Soul Power swirling within his mysterious weapon, wrapping around his arm.

Alright, three bald heads, let me show you what world-ending power looks like.

In a fit of anger, Lin Nuo slammed his fist into the ground, causing a thunderous roar as a dark dragon soul erupted, its massive jaws opening wide to unleash an earth-shattering roar.

Boom!

The clawing dragon soul collided with the three fierce Spirit Palms. In an instant, the entire valley seemed to tremble, as if it were about to collapse.

The dragon soul neutralized the Taoists’ strikes, and with a deafening explosion, a violent shockwave sent the three Taoists tumbling more than ten meters away.

“What…?”

The Taoists couldn’t believe it; this Demon Disciple was so powerful that he could withstand their combined attack with sheer force alone. Truly terrifying!

In that moment of fierce battle, their hands even trembled slightly.

It was clear that this Demon Disciple’s power surpassed that of Ling Meng—at least she wouldn’t have been able to hold her own against the three of them, yet this brat managed to face three alone.

And further, he hadn’t even sustained a wound—utterly ridiculous.

Yet, as the dragon soul dissipated, the Demon Soul Power that surged from the mysterious weapon had been exhausted.

Now, Lin Nuo could perform advanced dark arts using the recently exhausted Demon Soul Power, but compared to its peak potential, it still had a significant gap.

This mysterious weapon stored a vast amount of Demon Soul Power, acting as a power source, but it couldn’t be unleashed all at once. It was a gradual process, like a water heater. Once the heated water had been used, one must wait for the next batch to be heated.

The dragon soul used up the available Demon Soul Power, and he would have to wait for it to gather again.

When levels aren’t enough, you make do with equipment—this philosophy comes with high risk. After one strike, you must wait for the cooldown, which poses a significant risk.

Seeing that the three bald Taoists were about to regain their composure, Lin Nuo quickly used a shadow clone technique, splitting into ten shadow clones and darting in different directions. If he could escape, great; if not, he would gather some Demon Soul Power and unleash a big move to take down these three fools.

“Spirit Eye Recognition!”

The Taoists pointed to their foreheads, their eyes flashing with a hint of spiritual light as they quickly identified the shadow clones.

As high-level cultivators, it was a breeze for them to see through Lin Nuo’s clones.

“Got him! Chase!”

Upon spotting Lin Nuo’s true self, the three Taoists sprinted after him.

…

Injured Ling Meng, realizing the Taoists weren’t following, found a spot to rest for a moment. After fleeing while wounded, she felt incredibly weak.

She planned to use dark arts to recuperate a bit, at least to patch up her wounds and ease the pain.

It seemed today was not in her favor; she had run into three somewhat capable Taoists. However, she felt that with their numbers, in a one-on-one or even one-on-two scenario, she wouldn’t be inferior to them.

Yet just as she settled down to cultivate the method, she sensed powerful energy and Spirit Power fast approaching.

Alerted, she immediately prepared for the next battle.

In an instant, a figure burst out from the tall grass, and Ling Meng was shocked to see who it was.

“It’s you?!”