Ace Of Terrans

Teng Yinlan watched all this happen but did not move even an inch. His face did not change, and he did not even blink. It was as if he was watching something insignificant happening before him. 

Shi Lang did not care; he was here to kill all the demonic cultivators and save his friends. He threw away Amish's head and his body in two different directions like it was trash. He said, "If you are wondering what happened to his Demon soul, I destroyed that along with his demonic energy. He was useless." 

Teng nodded. If someone were to look at them from the sideline and be unaware of the situation, they would think these two people were friends. The terran continued speaking, "Would you mind if I treat my friends first and kill that guy inside the array circle before I deal with you? Or shall I prioritize you and then the rest of the people?" 

Teng replied calmly, "You should stabilize your friends and then deal with me. If you manage to kill me soon, disrupting the ritual will not be a hassle, but if you fail to deal with me after dealing with the ritual, it will cause me great discomfort to reorganize all this." 

Shi Lang said, "Fine since you are so fair in the deal, I will stabilize my friends before I deal with you." 

The demonic cultivator nodded and revealed his understanding. Shi Lang tossed a pill to Bo Qingtan and placed his hand on Yun Xue's forehead. One cycle of his lightning energy and the poison was purged from her body. Shi Lang said, "Brother Bo will be able to deal with the poison after he restores some of his energy. Do not worry. You are not in danger now, but do not use your spiritual energy just yet." 

Yun Xue felt a sensation return in her body, and she nodded. She said, "Go and be careful." 

Shi Lang nodded and patted her head gently before he stood up again and looked at Teng. He smiled and said, "I apologize for the delay." 

The young man shook his head and replied, "No need to fret. Shall we begin?" 

Shi Lang took out his spear and stomped the shaft on the ground. The battle between the two of them begins. Teng said, "I am called Teng Yinglan. A cultivator of the demonic path and a corpse refiner." 

Shi Lang replied, "Shi Lang, cultivator or the spiritual path." 

He did not reveal any other details. Teng Yinlan did not ask for it either. The latter waved his hand, and a human appeared beside him. The demonic cultivator said, "Go, kill." 

The human figure charged at Shi Lang. At this moment, the terran found that the puppet rushing at him was an older woman. Her eyes were murky and devoid of any consciousness. She wore big bangles on her hands. These bangles were her weapons. Shi Lang commented, "A palm master." 

Teng Yinlan nodded, and Shi Lang left his spear behind as he charged ahead to meet the old lady puppet with his bare hands. He would also destroy a palm expert puppet with his palms since he was facing a palm expert puppet. 

Although a puppet, this person was once a human expert, and she was someone worth respecting. Shi Lang wanted to put her to rest with a method she would have enjoyed learning. This was his way of making things right for the elders who fell in battle against these demonic cultivators. 

The two people came close and shoved their open palms at each other. Shi Lang let out a gruntled cry, "Dragon Palm." 

The lightning shot from his palm and condensed into a small dragon. The lady shoved her palm forward, too. She was dead, and her consciousness was bound by demonic energy. Yet, the body retained its muscle memory, and under the manipulation of the corpse refiner, the attack was still something that could hold its end against Shi Lang. 

A puff of black flames erupted from the old lady's palm and condensed into a lotus flower, which floated toward the lightning dragon. Shi Lang narrowed his gaze and said, "Nether Flame Palm, impressive." 

The technique was very famous, but it was only practiced by a small group of people, and they had never taught this sutra to anyone outside their sect. This lady could master it to the stage where her flames condensed, meaning she was a prominent figure in her sect.

Teng Yinlan nodded and said, "You do know your stuff."

The two energies collided against each other. The dragon and the lotus were pushing against each other. They had entered a stalemate. The people could not do anything, but suddenly, the energies exploded and sent a shockwave. 

Shi Lang stood his ground, but the puppet was pushed back. The terran did not intend to let this continue and shoved his palm again, but this time, he did not hold back and performed a chain of attacks. 

Lightning dragons shot out of his palms, overlapping each other. Soon, a seven-foot-long lightning dragon was charging at the old woman's puppet. Teng Yinlan furrowed his brows, but he manipulated the puppet quickly. However, the attack did not manage to gain the momentum that Shi Lang had. 

Even if he refined the puppet and entrapped the divine consciousness, he could not perceive the secrets of any move. The two attacks collided, and the seven-foot lightning dragon ignored the four pitch-black lotuses grinding against its body. 

The lightning dragon collided with the old lady, and then it exploded. The attack's impact was devastating and gave rise to a dust cloud. After a few minutes, when the cloud settled, a mangled corpse lay on the ground. 

However, Teng Yinlan was not in his place. Shi Lang did not worry. He flickered from his position and appeared next to his spear. 

He looked around and mumbled, "Do not tell me you ran away. It would be such a letdown." 

A voice sounded in the vicinity, "I would be a fool not to run away after watching you take down my companion with such ease and even destroy my silver-grade corpse puppet in two moves. I may be a demonic cultivator, but I am not an idiot. Do not worry. I will seek you out when the time is right." 

Shi Lang looked around and asked, "Do you think you will be able to leave just because you want to? Is this some park?"