Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

"Hmph, the vastness of creation is full of wonders, especially the Four Great Forbidden Lands, teeming with countless mystical Fierce Beasts and Exotic Beasts. How could humans possibly be aware of them all?" the man clad in black spoke coldly, "Kid, take this. I have urgent matters and must leave at once!"

As he spoke, the man in black threw a Token forged of funds at Zhu Bufan, bearing the imprint of a flaming fire.

"With this Fiery Fire Token, you are entitled to one favor from me. As for what it is, think carefully, you only have one chance. If you want any Cultivation Technique or Martial Arts, you can ask for it now," said the man in black with a smile.

"No... I need to think this over carefully!" Zhu Bufan quickly pocketed the Fiery Fire Token, as he was neither lacking in Cultivation Techniques nor Martial Arts. Why would he hastily squander a top expert's promise?

"The lad is really cunning!" Seeing Zhu Bufan's reaction, the elder felt an even greater fondness for him. "All right, I must go. One last word of advice for you: do not venture deep into the Four Great Forbidden Lands unless you've reached the Innate Realm!" With that, the man in black spread his Fire Feather wings and soared into the sky.

"Hey, senior, I still don't know your name, and how do I find you if I need to?" Zhu Bufan shouted anxiously.

"Kid, I am called Nangong Yan. I believe we shall meet again soon... Haha..." In the blink of an eye, the figure of the man in black had shrunk into a black dot, but his words clearly reached Zhu Bufan's ears.

"Nangong Yan... Nangong Yan..."

Zhu Bufan repeated the name to himself, pondering. After a while, he simply shook his head. How could he possibly know such a master?

Glancing at the dreamlike Ice Forest and heeding the solemn warning of the man in black, Zhu Bufan abandoned the thought of venturing further and identified his bearings before slowly making his way towards Nanli City.

...

These days were incredibly frustrating for the scar-faced brute. Naturally bloodthirsty as he was, he thought he could indulge in a frenzied slaughter on the Endless Ice Field, but strangely, along his journey, he had not encountered a single Wild Beast. Even the few that were present flew high above, having nothing to do with him.

Eating dried meat when hungry and swallowing snow when thirsty made these days feel worse than imprisonment for the scar-faced man.

"Little beast, you'd better not let me find you, or I swear I will dismember you and crush your bones - only then will my hatred be appeased!" The scar-faced man's face contorted fiercely, and the scar across his face, resembling a centipede, flickered with a sinister purple glow. As he spoke, he kicked out, shattering a half-person-tall block of ice.

"Want to kill me? Then be prepared to die!"

Unbeknownst to the scar-faced man, just two yards away beneath the snow, a young man with his eyes tightly closed, heard every word he said.

Zhu Bufan, with his eyes closed, was focusing intently on the Sensing Crystal in his chest, watching a faint Electric Arc moving about and drawing ever closer to himself.

Zhu Bufan had been tracking the scar-faced man for several days now, undetected thanks to the supernatural Floating Snow Step Technique and his Inner Qi Cultivation that was no weaker than the scar-faced man's.

Watching the light drawing nearer to himself, the indifferent expression on Zhu Bufan's face gradually faded, replaced by a fierce determination.

At the same time, the Cold Ice Internal Energy slowly circulated within his body, following the Cultivation Route of Surging Wave Palm, Zhu Bufan prepared to use his strongest killing move to slay the scar-faced brute in one fell swoop.

"What's this?"

Suddenly, the scar-faced man felt a chill sweep through his body, causing goosebumps all over.

"Killing Intent?" The scar-faced man immediately stopped his Step Technique, positioning his broadsword across his chest as his muscles tensed up. His years of slaughter had honed his sensitivity to Killing Intent to an extraordinary level. Although Zhu Bufan had only shown the slightest hint, it was instantaneously detected by the scar-faced man.

The scar-faced man's eyes narrowed slightly, resembling a hunting eagle scouring for its prey, scanning in all directions.

"Huh!" The scar-faced man looked all around but could detect no abnormalities, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes.

"Could it be my imagination?" The scar-faced man muttered to himself, remaining fully alert.

Sensing the scar-faced man's actions, Zhu Bufan couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed. He hadn't expected his opponent to be so vigilant. He had barely revealed his intent to kill, yet it had been instantly noticed. Zhu Bufan couldn't help but admire such perception.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can keep this up!" Knowing that the scar-faced man must be on high alert, Zhu Bufan sneered inwardly. This was the most mentally draining and tiring state to maintain. Zhu Bufan believed that the scar-faced man couldn't hold out for long, and the moment he slightly relaxed, that would be his end.

Just as Zhu Bufan had predicted, after several probes, the scar-faced man did not find any anomalies and moved forward out of curiosity.

However, just as he took a step, a dazzling blue apparition burst through the ice in front of him, carrying infinite might as it shot towards him like lightning.

"Not good!"

The scar-faced brute bellowed, and although he hadn't completely let down his guard, the power of the blue electric arcs was beyond his ability to withstand. With a loud shout, his Inner Qi, ready to burst forth, sprayed out from his long blade.

Boom…

After the loud collision, the scar-faced brute grunted, and the entire person was sent flying backward by the massive impact force.

Puh…

In midair, unable to suppress the injuries within, the scar-faced brute spat out mouthfuls of fresh blood.

But before he could regain his senses, a shadow in his vision rapidly grew larger.

"It's you? It's actually you!"

Staring at the figure clearly emerging in his sight, the scar-faced brute showed an expression of disbelief, his face filled with terror.

Zhu Bufan's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes brimming with disdain, sticking close to the scar-faced brute like a maggot to a bone.

"Trying to kill me, are you? How utterly overconfident!" Zhu Bufan scoffed, and as soon as he finished speaking, he fiercely punched the scar-faced brute's Dantian.

The scar-faced brute felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, followed by a chilling cold seeping into his body, charging straight for his Dantian. Inside the scar-faced brute's body, it twisted into a sharp knife, savagely stabbing towards his Dantian.

"Ah…"

The scar-faced brute felt like he was electrocuted, his entire body numbed, and then, decades of hard-earned Inner Qi, like a deflating balloon, dissipated in the blink of an eye, a feeling far more painful than death itself.

"You… you… how is this possible… Eighth Rank, you… you've actually reached the Eighth Rank… this is impossible... this is impossible..."

Staring at Zhu Bufan, the scar-faced brute murmured to himself.

"Speak, why do you want to kill me? What exactly is going on here?" Zhu Bufan stepped on the chest of the scar-faced brute and demanded harshly.

"Cough, cough!"

Zhu Bufan applied slight pressure, and instantly, the brute was seized by a bout of violent coughing, spewing out mouthfuls of blood.

"Puh puh, you think... I would tell you… cough… cough…" Upon hearing this, the scar-faced brute's face changed from ashen grey to crazed, despite his now useless Inner Qi.

Kong Jie knew that desperadoes like the scar-faced brute, once they had the ability to fight back, were utterly unbridled.

Reaching out to pull out a black thread, a hissing sound followed from behind the scar-faced brute.

"Ha ha, even if you kill me, you won't escape, boy, I'll be waiting for you on the road to the underworld!"

Boom...

After another loud collision, the scar-faced brute grunted, and his entire person was then sent hurtling backward by the enormous force of the impact.

Kill…

Zhu Bufan let out a low roar and then stomped on the ground with one foot, propelling himself forward rapidly, the sound of surging tides echoing as he surged towards the scar-faced brute's head.

Pshhh

It was loud, crisp, like slicing a watermelon.

Most of the scar-faced brute's head became a rain of blood scattered in the gale, his life extinguished instantly.