Abyss Walker

Chapter 203 The Flower Demon's Tribulation

Dugu Jianling: Damn it, it's all your fault. Why did you have to be so handsome? It's all over now... A friend of mine asked how much cultivation can be increased by dual cultivation between a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and a mid-stage Divine Lord cultivator. Don't get me wrong, it was my friend who asked.

"Senior Hua, my strength is insufficient, and I am not up to the task." Yun Muhan's figure had already escaped the territory of the Heavenly Kingdom and directly transformed into human form, flying towards the Central Continent.

"You ran quite fast, it's a pity you're only at the Nascent Soul stage, otherwise you might have really escaped." The Flower Demon's figure disappeared from the spot, and a petal flew quickly towards Yun Muhan.

"Big sister, calm down, I'm just a child, calm down... I can't handle this."

Within a few breaths, the petals had reached behind Yun Muhan, and Dugu Jian flew out, attempting to shatter the petals directly.

Dugu Jianling: "Ah... I've lost."

"If you keep putting on an act at a crucial moment, and I become a furnace for you, I'll just commit suicide."

Dugu Jianling: "No, calm down... Flower Demon, we can talk things out, why resort to violence?"

"Stop chasing us, we can talk things over."

"Good lad, if you stop, I won't chase you."

"If you stop chasing me, then I'll stop, won't I?"

"If you stop first, then I'll stop, won't I?"

"Stop chasing!"

"If you stop, I won't chase you."

The petal quickly approached Yun Muhan: "Is that all the speed you're going for? Run faster, faster!"

"Flower Demon, you will die a horrible death! I, Yun Muhan, would rather die than submit!"

Dugu Jianling: "Well said, Flower Demon... If you have the ability, suppress your strength to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and we'll fight to the death."

A resolute glint flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes. He knew that facing a formidable enemy like the Flower Demon, only by fighting with all his might could he possibly find a chance to escape. The spiritual energy within his body surged wildly, its speed suddenly increasing, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky.

"Hmph, this is interesting." The Flower Demon sneered, his figure disappearing again, and the speed of his petals increased dramatically, closely following Yun Muhan.

Yun Muhan felt the pressure behind him growing stronger. He knew he couldn't just passively run away anymore; he had to fight back. He suddenly transformed into human form, turned to face the rapidly approaching petals, and quickly formed hand seals. Streams of spiritual energy surged from his body, forming a solid spiritual energy barrier.

"Boom!" The petals crashed against the barrier, making a deafening sound, but Yun Muhan's barrier was as solid as a rock and was not broken.

"Oh? You've got some skill." The Flower Demon's voice came from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint her exact location.

A resolute light shone in Yun Muhan's eyes. He knew this was a life-or-death moment, and any hesitation could lead to failure.

His body had reached its limit during the intense battle, but his will was stronger than ever.

Yun Muhan could feel that Dugu Jian's sword spirit resonated with his soul. The trembling of the sword was no longer fear, but excitement, a desire for the upcoming victory.

"Flower cracks - breaks!"

The Flower Demon's figure appeared suddenly like a ghost. Her movements were as fast as lightning, and the petal weapon in her hand was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, bringing an aura of death as she attacked Yun Muhan.

The thorns on the petals are incredibly sharp, each one potentially fatal.

However, Yun Muhan did not back down. He felt no fear, only the passion for battle. His body exploded with astonishing speed in an instant, transforming into a streak of light. The Dugu Sword in his hand, like a shooting star, cut through the air, aiming straight for the Flower Demon's vitals.

His 'Ice Dragon Descends' skill froze the surrounding air, as if time itself had slowed down.

"Clang!" The petals collided with Dugu Sword in mid-air, producing a crisp metallic clang.

This was a clash of power against power, a contest of wills against wills. Yun Muhan felt an immense force emanating from the sword; his arm went numb and weak, and he could barely grip the hilt.

But there was no retreat in his eyes, only an even more fervent fighting spirit. He gritted his teeth, refusing to take a single step back, his feet firmly planted on the ground, as stable as Mount Tai.

Yun Muhan's every breath was accompanied by the surge of sword energy, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by the sound of air being cut. Every strike of his was full of power and determination.