Chapter 45 - Chapter 45: Chapter 45 The Golden Core Appears (1/2)

Chapter 45: Chapter 45 The Golden Core Appears

Translator: 549690339

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s complexion was ashen. Seeing the Flame Poison Centipede drawing nearer and nearer, he cried out urgently:

“Elder Ancestor, save me…”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a voice came:

“Evil creature, dare not harm a person!”

The voice, like the booming of a Huang Lu bell, echoed through the heavens, shaking one’s eardrums to the point of piercing.

Immediately after, a figure emanating a five-colored light flew out from the depths of Fang Market.

Seeing this figure, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s expression turned to one of excitement. He quickly flew to the person’s side and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator bowed and said, “Elder Ancestor, please strike down this beast.”

The Flame Poison Centipede seemed to sense that this person was not to be trifled with. It raised its head, hissing continuously, confronting the person but not daring to attack.

After a moment of standoff, the Flame Poison Centipede suddenly lashed out, initiating an attack.

“Evil creature seeking death…”

From the person, the five-colored light burst forth, transforming into a colorful streak, striking at the Flame Poison Centipede.

It was then that the crowd saw clearly that this person was a white-haired elder, and the five-color light turned out to be his Magical Treasure.

The colorful streak moved swiftly, instantly reaching the front of the Flame Poison Centipede and entering its head.

The Flame Poison Centipede immediately let out a mournful scream, ceaselessly ramming its head against the ground while its body convulsed and thrashed, pounding the earth with thunderous noise.

Quite quickly,

The Flame Poison Centipede lay on the ground, motionless.

And the colorful streak, after piercing the head of the Flame Poison Centipede, flew back to the hand of the white-haired elder and disappeared from sight.

The crowd also came to their senses, somewhat disbelieving. Had the Flame Poison Centipede just been slain like that?

When a Golden Core Cultivator acted, it was truly extraordinary.

Seeing the Flame Poison Centipede slain, the crowd that had previously scattered also returned.

“Many thanks to the Senior for assisting and slaying the Demonic Beast.”

As one person spoke up, others also echoed in turn: “Many thanks to the Senior, for intervening to save us.”

“Many thanks to the Senior.”

“I am deeply grateful to the Senior and shall never forget this kindness.”

Many gathered around the Golden Core Cultivator, incessantly flattering him.

Yet the Foundation Establishment Cultivator stood beside the white-haired elder, smugly, as though he himself had slain the Flame Poison Centipede.

The crowd looked down on him for this. When he had been chased by the Flame Poison Centipede earlier, he had caused the death of not a few people.

Yet, because of this person’s relationship with the white-haired elder in the Golden Core Stage, the crowd did not say much.

“Elder Ancestor, wait a moment, I will go and retrieve the Demonic Beast Inner Core for you,” said the Foundation Establishment Cultivator as he volunteered to stride towards the corpse of the Flame Poison Centipede.

Walking down the path, he even haughtily glanced at the crowd, but his arrogance aroused such disgust that nobody paid him any mind.

Reaching the head of the Flame Poison Centipede, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator found the wound left by the colorful streak and struck down with his sword.

The once tough shell of the Flame Poison Centipede was split open, and its flesh spilled out in a messy heap.

It seemed that upon death, the creature’s shell had lost its vitality and was no longer as hard.

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator looked at the pile of flesh on the ground with a deeply furrowed brow and a look of distaste.

However, having already spoken, he could only suppress his disgust and reached into the Flame Poison Centipede’s head.

Before long, he pulled out a Demonic Beast Inner Core.

“Elder Ancestor, the inner core,” the Foundation Establishment Cultivator said, holding up the inner core for the white-haired elder to see, yet utterly unaware of the small worm wriggling on the bloodied piece of the inner core.

“Yi Yuan, be careful,” warned the white-haired elder, his five-colored light reappearing as a streak again shooting towards the Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

“What?”

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator looked baffled, then suddenly let out a scream of agony.

The tiny insect had already burrowed into his body.