A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 650: Pseudo Vs True Core Formation Lord P2

Chapter 650: Pseudo Vs True Core Formation Lord P2

Thanks to the profound principles of Heretic Dao, the power inside those small slips of paper was wild, chaotic, and far too strong to ignore.

Even though these talismans were 2nd Order in nature, they had realm-surpassing capabilities even if barely.

A faint change appeared on Loken’s face, the first hint of worry. The combined force of seven talismans was too much even for him. Especially for a borrowed Core Formation body. It would injure him severely even if it failed to kill him.

Loken’s expression grew grim as the seven broken bodies shot toward him from all directions, fire and killing intent burning off them like a storm.

Loken clenched his hands so tightly that the red lightning around his fingers flickered in anger. His face twisted with fury as he shouted.

“Haah! You bastards! Do you think you can make a fool of me with petty tricks?”

He stepped toward the seven broken Experts, ready to destroy the talismans off their bodies before they could explode. His hand was just inches away when something around him stirred.

The air trembled. The ground shook lightly. A soft, deep rumble echoed from the earth.

Then—

Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh.

Roots exploded out of the soil and cliff wall around him. Thick, wood-element roots shot upward like angry snakes. They wrapped around the seven Experts mid-air, stopping their desperate charge toward him.

Another wave of roots followed right after. They moved with sharp precision, weaving into the clothes of the seven Experts and pulling out the hidden talismans. The roots tore the talismans cleanly in half.

The torn pieces were thrown far away in the same direction.

A heartbeat later— Boom!

The pieces exploded in mid-air.

The unstable runes inside the talismans reacted even though they were only half intact, creating bright, violent bursts of fire and heat.

Loken’s eyes widened.

Someone had acted faster than him. Someone had stopped the seven Experts from dying. At the same time, one could say that someone had also protected him from a heavy injury even though it wasn’t an intended effect.

A nervous chill crawled down his spine. A deep, silent, and heavy pressure pressed down on his senses. He slowly turned his head.

A man stood in the air above the valley, only a few meters from the cliff. The man did not use any Spirit spell or technique to float. He simply stood there, unmoving.

A bonafide Core Formation Lord!

His hands were behind his back. His posture was relaxed. His eyes were calm, but there was a cold hostility in them.

He radiated the natural presence of a true Core Formation Lord.

Loken felt his mouth go dry.

’This… it can’t be. How… how can?’

He had seen drawings and descriptions before. He had heard reports. He had even mocked this person many times with others.

But seeing him now…

“Ak– Aksai Everwood?” Loken whispered, his voice breaking. The pseudo Lord recognized the Spirit farmer even though it was their first meeting.

He could not believe what he was seeing.

Wasn’t Aksai supposed to be an early to mid-stage Foundation Establishment Expert?

He was mocked as Lord Turtle by many. Wasn’t he famous for hiding in his home like a scared turtle for years? Wasn’t he known for avoiding fights, avoiding enemies, avoiding trouble?

How could such a man appear as a Core Formation Lord?

His thoughts spun in confusion.

’Wait. Something doesn’t make sense. I don’t think anyone in the Dadangar Subcontinent has successfully managed to trigger lightning tribulation in decades.’

Even if Aksai had some lucky encounter, reaching Core Formation in the Dadangar Subcontinent was almost impossible. It should have caused a Celestial Wrath. The Big Five Sects and Three Major Demonic Sects would have sensed it anywhere on the continent through various means at their disposal.

There was no way Aksai could break through quietly. There was no way he could hide such a big thing. As for making use of the isolated dimensions to avoid prying eyes? There was no way he could reach Core Formation in a subspace where the worldly laws were incomplete.

Yet here Aksai stood as a true Lord. Calm. Silent. Dangerous.

And the power inside him was far stronger than the borrowed Core Formation power Loken was using. Questions filled Loken’s head like wild mushrooms growing in the rain.

None had answers. His mind went blank for a moment.

And then—

Swoosh. Zoom. Chop.

His view tilted.

The world spun sideways. The cliff vanished from under him. The sky and earth switched places.

He felt himself falling. It took a moment for him to understand why.

His body wasn’t whole anymore.

A pair of Wind Blades had sliced through him without him even noticing. Both the chopped parts of the body flew in the air before coming down.

His torso fell first. A moment later, his lower body—cut clean at the waist—fell right on top of him.

Loken’s own a*ss landed on his face with a dull, humiliating thud. Vigorous streams of red blood sprang in the air like an active mini fountain show.

The streams of blood in the air then fell back down on the chopped parts of the body and ran down his but*t crack before dripping onto his face. His nose, pressed deep into his own mushy flesh, suddenly felt hot as the blood began to flow into his nostrils.

The pseudo Lord lay there, stunned, as the pain slowly caught up with him. He still couldn’t understand how he had been defeated without even seeing the attack.

His mind was too busy racing through countless thoughts to even notice that his chopped body parts were lying in a strange, twisted position that looked horrible and hilarious at the same time.

However, Loken never got the chance to scream.

The pain that should have burst out of his throat simply… slipped away.

One moment his mind was ready to explode with agony, fear, and anger, and in the next, those feelings were pulled out of him like threads being yanked from torn cloth.

The Flowers of Bitter Emotions bloomed on Loken’s chopped body parts.

A certain Spirit farmer was farming his enemy’s miseries.

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