CHAPTER 1039: CHAPTER 1037: SLAYING THE NASCENT SOUL

"How could you possibly not be dead?!"

Master Sang Feng struggled to maintain his composure, and before he could finish, the white Thunder Liquid had already landed on him.

Suddenly, a destructive aura was released in an instant, and blinding lightning filled the entire room!

Boom!

The house instantly turned to dust, causing the patrolling black-robed men in the village to look over in shock.

"Is this a cultivation mishap?"

"Mishap my foot, there are enemies!"

Another person fiercely slapped the head of the one speaking before, shouting harshly.

Indeed, at the place where Master Sang Feng’s house was, aside from Master Sang Feng who was overwhelmed by lightning, there stood a young cultivator.

The rampant lightning rampaged like heavenly tribulation, causing the sky to suddenly change color.

But Chen Nan knew clearly that his cultivation was still too weak. Although the Hongmeng Origin Thunder was mighty, it was also limited by his cultivation, rendering its power constrained.

Thus, at the moment the lightning struck Master Sang Feng, Chen Nan immediately formed hand seals with both hands, shouted heavily with a grave expression.

"Rise!"

The Eighth Grade Array previously set up suddenly unfolded, several runes rapidly spread across the ground, finally connecting together.

Attempting to kill a Nascent Soul Cultivator with an Eighth Grade Array was as good as dreaming, but Chen Nan had no choice; this was the strongest array he had at hand.

As the array rose, countless strands of sword qi coalesced and charged into the still-dissipating lightning in a mighty torrent.

Without any hesitation, Chen Nan continued to cast magic to inflict maximum damage upon Master Sang Feng during this brief window of opportunity.

Golden and black flames surged out, exploding into a fiery blossom of gold and black as they crashed into the lightning.

The terror of the dispersing high temperature alone caused several Foundation Establishment Cultivators coming to rescue to be blown away, their faces marked with shock.

He reached out his hand again, spreading his five fingers tightly, causing several spikes of dirt to suddenly protrude from the barren ground, followed by a yard-long wind blade slicing towards Master Sang Feng.

"Star Fall!"

"Great Compassion Buddha Palm!"

...

Chen Nan unleashed every spell he learned in rapid succession, akin to bombardment, turning the place where Master Sang Feng stood into a massive pit.

Smoke and dust billowed endlessly.

Finally, Chen Nan reached out for the Heavy Mountain Pill Furnace, as his physique was his most proud and strongest point, it couldn’t be discarded.

He leapt high into the air, slamming the Pill Furnace heavily onto Master Sang Feng’s body.

The strong wind pressure blew away the surrounding smoke and dust instantly, allowing the black-robed people nearby to clearly see the scene.

Master Sang Feng was incredibly miserable at this moment, with clothes in tatters and his body equally tattered, some places showing white bones, while others were charred black.

The worst was his left shoulder, almost shattered by Chen Nan’s strike with the Pill Furnace, the entire arm hanging lifelessly, a bloody mess.

Even his chest bore a horrifying hole, revealing a heart which had stopped beating within.

Chen Nan was relentlessly ruthless, giving Master Sang Feng no time to react, capitalizing on his heavy injury to the point of nearly incapacitating a Nascent Soul Cultivator, showing his prowess.

Yet Chen Nan’s expression remained tense without a moment of relaxation, for even Golden Core Stage Cultivators only die after their Golden Core is destroyed.

And for Nascent Soul Cultivators, it seemed their Nascent Soul must be destroyed as well.

As Chen Nan prepared to continue his attack, a ray of light suddenly flew out from Master Sang Feng’s body.

It was a semi-transparent child, radiating a faint red glow, only palm-sized, resembling a plump baby yet carrying a hint of sacredness.

The face of the baby was undoubtedly Master Sang Feng, albeit in an infant version.

"Nascent Soul?"

Chen Nan exclaimed.

But he noticed that there were a few tiny, barely visible cracks on the Nascent Soul.

Whether they were remnants from Master Sang Feng’s previous battle with Gaso and Ou Dan, or the result of his Hongmeng Origin Thunder, this Nascent Soul was injured nonetheless.

Master Sang Feng’s Nascent Soul glared at Chen Nan with venomous eyes, filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Chen Nan! I will surely toss your Divine Soul into flames, burning for three hundred years!"

"I want you to seek life in vain, and death equally in vain!"

The venomous voice was like the most vicious curse in the world, sending shivers down the spine of black-robed people rushing to assist.

Even with only the Nascent Soul left, the overwhelming pressure descended suddenly, forcing Chen Nan to kneel heavily on one knee, unable to maintain his posture.

This was the power of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, able to suppress Chen Nan single-handedly even without a physical body.

As the Nascent Soul of Master Sang Feng was about to exert force and kill Chen Nan, Chen Nan suddenly stubbornly raised his head, blood trickling from his eyes, veins bulging on his forehead.

The gap with a Nascent Soul Cultivator was indeed vast.

But Chen Nan was unwilling to concede!

He summoned his Demon Suppressing Sword, and as soon as it appeared, the runes on the sword suddenly lit up with crimson light.

"Die!"

He hurled the Demon Suppressing Sword fiercely towards Master Sang Feng’s Nascent Soul, but in the eyes of other black-robed men, this scene appeared laughably absurd.

"A mere sword, thinking it can harm a Nascent Soul True Man? Self-ridiculous!"

"Nascent Soul is the essence of a cultivator, capable of wielding Heaven and Earth Power, while this man is merely an ant!"

"Attempting to assassinate a Nascent Soul is sheer foolishness!"

Even Master Sang Feng was disdainful, just a sword, how could it harm him?

Even if the Nascent Soul was injured, so what? Killing Foundation Establishment cultivators was as easy as slaughtering chickens!

The terrifying Heaven and Earth Power descended suddenly, causing Chen Nan to vomit a mouthful of blood, pinned heavily onto the ground.

At this moment, a sense of despair arose within him.

"Ant, Nascent Soul is not to be offended by you!"

Master Sang Feng’s Nascent Soul wore an exceedingly malevolent expression, but suddenly, he felt an imminent threat, causing his gaze to fall onto the approaching longsword.

The sword appeared ordinary, except adorned with more runes, yet emitted a chilling aura.

"Not right?!"

The small Nascent Soul finally realized, attempting to invoke Heaven and Earth Power to block the Demon Suppressing Sword, yet this sword ignored the power entirely.

Slowly, yet surely, it pierced through Master Sang Feng’s Nascent Soul.

"No! Don’t!"

Master Sang Feng’s Nascent Soul screamed in terror, distinctly feeling itself being absorbed by the Demon Suppressing Sword, overwhelmed with dread at the forthcoming demise.

A Nascent Soul Cultivator had already transcended the constraints of the physical body, able to switch corporeal form even if the body was destroyed as long as the Nascent Soul persisted.

But now, even the Nascent Soul couldn’t be saved.

"No..."

Moments later, the Nascent Soul vanished completely.