I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure felt like fate had played a massive prank on it.

It had firmly held the upper hand just a few moments ago, but why did it suddenly have to fight for its survival?

It was unwilling to accept this! It was so close to killing this snow maiden…

A soul at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage would be extremely delicious, how could it pass up this opportunity…

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure turned to the middle-aged man. Even though his spell techniques were quite peculiar and had taken it off guard, it was lacking in offensive power. From his aura, it could tell that his energy seemed to be in an unstable state and he didn’t seem all that powerful… To put it in simpler terms, it could win this!

“Alright, since you’re so keen on falling into an early grave, then I’ll do the divine bat a favor and wipe you from this world!”

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure roared as it threw the black bone in the air, upon which dark energy erupted forth.

“Oh? It didn’t run away?”

Dongfang Zhuangshi glanced at the Ghost Tribe mighty figure with a hint of surprise.

Several dozen kilometers away, An Lin and Xu Xiaolan were silently observing the battle through the use of telescopic spell techniques.

“Sigh, how had things become like this?” An Lin heaved a forlorn sigh.

“How could Uncle Dongfang forge an alliance with a snow maiden? Snow maidens are all scum!” Xu Xiaolan was quite displeased to see that Meng Zhi had survived. “Aside from Sister Shangguan, that is.”

An Lin blinked. “Xiaolan, are you really that resentful toward the snow maidens?”

“Hey! The snow maidens invaded the Vermilion Bird Sect, and they almost killed you! I would kill them all if I could! Speaking of which, you almost died at their hands, how could you be so calm? I feel like you should be angrier than I am!” Xu Xiaolan glowered at An Lin.

An Lin had no response to that, but he was a little happy about what Xu Xiaolan had said.

…

Whoosh!

Meng Zhi initiated the first attack. She was not going to give the Ghost Tribe mighty figure time to prepare a spell technique.

Dazzling divine light erupted forth from her golden staff and created a series of sharp blades that pierced through the air before striking the Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s defensive barrier.

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure unleashed a mystic technique that allowed it to draw on the power of the laws of heaven and earth, and its aura began to explosively soar. Meng Zhi’s attack fell upon its defensive barrier, but it was unable to break through it.

“With the bone as the heart and my blood as the body, I summon the true Death God!” It abruptly sliced open its own body, and inky-black blood flowed into the air to merge with the bone.

The blood submerged the bone, and an extremely fearsome aura began to build.

Blood energy exploded forth from Dongfang Zhuangshi’s body, transforming the area in a radius of five kilometers into a turbulent sea of blood, which crashed toward the Ghost Tribe mighty figure.

“You want to create a fake life in front of me?”

A disdainful sneer appeared on his face, and he stomped down onto the sea of blood, upon which an extremely complex crimson spell formation appeared.

The center of the spell formation was directly under the Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s feet.

At the same time, red clouds surged in the sky above, and the spell formation created a faint resonance with the earth.

Dongfang Zhuangshi made a series of hand seals as his aura soared into the sky. “Crimson slaughter of heaven and earth!”

Boom!

The formation on the ground began to revolve violently as crimson energy enshrouded heaven and earth.

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure looked up to discover an imaginably gigantic crimson kirin looking down upon it. Its breathing faltered as it sensed the crimson kirin’s vastly terrifying aura.

The crimson kirin extended a massive claw, which was imbued with suffocating killing intent, that tore through the Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s defensive barrier before striking the blood and bone, which were giving rise to the Death God.

“No!” The Ghost Tribe mighty figure frantically unleashed its power to keep the crimson kirin at bay.

It was also at this moment that a bright blue blade pierced through space before puncturing its body.

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure had allocated most of its power to defend the Death God, thus rendering it unable to defend itself from Meng Zhi’s attack.

Meng Zhi’s silver hair danced in the breeze, and her wrist abruptly twisted as peerless frost power erupted from the blade in her hand and eroded the Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s body.

The earth-shattering might of the crimson kirin crashed down with suffocating force as it stabbed its sharp claw into the blood of the Death God before injecting monstrous energy within.

Rip!

The crimson kirin tore the black blood apart and quickly sucked away the life-force energy within.

The blood was completely devoid of vitality as it fell in a rain of blood from the sky, amid the enraged roar of the Ghost Tribe mighty figure.

“How could this be… My spell technique was broken again?” The Ghost Tribe mighty figure stared with incredulity at the black bone in the sky.

The kirin extended its claws toward the black bone.

However, dark divine light suddenly erupted from the black bone and materialized into a skeletal hand that swatted the kirin aside.

“Oh? The instinctive self-preservation reaction of the divine tool seems to be even more powerful than that Ghost Tribe bastard’s attacks!” Dongfang Zhuangshi was a little shocked.

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure: “…”

Did he have to word it like that?

Was this middle-aged man sent here by God as some sort of divine punishment?!

At this moment, a blue blade of ice pierced through the air before slicing the Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s body in half. Boundless blade projections erupted forth before slicing apart several dozen kilometers of the ground below along with the Ghost Tribe mighty figure.

The kirin also disappeared from the sky.

Dongfang Zhuangshi’s spell technique receded, and his features were clearly a little pale.

The power he had just unleashed was quite taxing in his current state. It looked like he would have to hug An Lin some more in order to replenish his depleted energy.

He looked up at the divine tool in the sky while thinking about how he was going to capture it.

Right at this moment, a sobbing voice suddenly sounded.

“Waah… Waah… Waah…

“Why would you force my hand like this? Why would you force me to take you all down with me?”

This was the Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s voice!

Dongfang Zhuangshi and Meng Zhi’s expressions shifted in unison as they turned their eyes toward the two halves of the Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s body.

The body had been sliced in half and sealed by Meng Zhi’s ice, but the pair of crimson eyes on it suddenly began to glow with a peculiar light.

Countless crimson fists instantly descended from the sky, all of which were imbued with the power of annihilation as they crashed down upon that block of ice!

Boom boom boom…

A bottomless crater with a radius of over a kilometer was punched into the ground.

Dongfang Zhuangshi was trying to land the killing blow!

“You think you can kill me like this?”

A voice that sounded from the bottomless crater appeared as if it had originated from the depths of hell.

Black energy erupted from the bottom of the crater while creating a malicious monster over ten thousand feet tall. The terrifying power of the divine dao erupted from its body as it continued to expand in size!

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure flew into the sky before grabbing onto the divine tool with a crazed expression on its face. “Come on! Let’s all die together!”

Energy fluctuations powerful enough to strike a hint of fear into the hearts of Dongfang Zhuangshi and Meng Zhi erupted from the massive black monster, and it let loose an almighty roar before charging toward the two of them.

Dongfang Zhuangshi and Meng Zhi’s expressions shifted drastically. Was this its dying attack?

Each and every mighty figure at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage would be extremely terrifying if they decided to attack without any regard for self-preservation.

Thus, the two of them immediately unleashed powerful spell techniques to try and keep the gigantic black monster at bay.

However, when their spell techniques landed on the monster, it exploded like a balloon!

A murky black mist enshrouded the space in a radius of several dozen kilometers, obscuring their vision as well as their divine senses.

Meng Zhi faltered slightly upon seeing this.

Dongfang Zhuangshi immediately realized what it was up to. “It’s trying to run away!”

That’s right, all mighty figures at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage greatly valued their lives and would always try to escape if they could.

A black shadow emerged from within the murky black mist before fleeing into the distance.

“Kukuku… I’ve already made marks on your bodies, and I’m going to kill you all once I escape! Ghost Emperor Po Jun and the Divine Bat Emperor aren’t that far away. I’ll contact them both, and the two Dao Integration Stage super mighty figures can crush you all at once!”

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure chortled with glee as it withdrew its spatial seal.

However, right at this moment, it suddenly caught sight of something that appeared to be a dragon in the distance?

Boom!

Bolts of black lightning instantly fell toward it!