My Otherworldly Shura Field

Chapter 107 The Old Man in Green Robes

Under the frenzied devouring, a continuous stream of power entered every part of the body, filling the body with strength.

Lucifer's aura continued to surge, and his power gradually increased.

Level 19!

Level 20!

Level 21!

"Awesome!" Lucifer let out a long roar, his face beaming with joy as he felt his level soaring.

A moment later, the screams completely disappeared, and the dark forest returned to its usual silence and eeriness.

The current Wolf King has been devoured by Lucifer and turned into a dried-up corpse with his two eyeballs bulging out and his skin wrinkled.

Withdrawing his hand, the current wolf king collapsed to the ground, his life force fading away. After exhaling his last breath, he lost all vitality.

Even in death, the fear on his face did not disappear, and his eyes were filled with resentment and regret. The king of his clan died at the hands of Lucifer.

"Hoohoo!"

After the current Wolf King died, a white mist rose from his head and hovered in mid-air. Then, a strong wind arose, and magical power from all directions gathered in.

"What's going on?" Lucifer's expression changed, somewhat confused. The person was already dead, yet they were still restless; this was clearly a prelude to trouble!

Under Lucifer's astonished gaze, the magic power gathering from all directions gradually coalesced, and a figure slowly took shape.

Finally, an old man in a blue robe appeared in mid-air, and the raging cold wind calmed down at that moment.

Lucifer and the others stared wide-eyed in disbelief. What was going on? How did an old man pop out of this guy's body?

Moreover, the murderous aura was palpable; the newcomers were clearly up to no good!

Lucifer then remembered what the current Wolf King had said before he died: he was a descendant of the Soul Eater Clan elder. Could this old man be the elder he was talking about?

"Boy, how dare you kill my son! You're asking for death!" Looking at his son, who had become a dried corpse, the old man in the green robe had a ferocious expression on his face. He was furious to the extreme, and his eyes were full of resentment. He wished he could tear Lucifer to pieces. The hatred for killing his son was irreconcilable.

"Hmph! Of course he wants to kill me, so why can't I kill him? He's asking for it! Who can he blame!" Lucifer shouted coldly, longsword in hand, his heroic spirit soaring, utterly fearless.

I don't care who you are. If I dare to utter a single word of fear, I'm not a man.

"Very good!" The old man in the green robe said "very good" three times in a row, his body trembling incessantly, his anger raging, and a terrifying killing intent surged forth.

"Of course! Prepare to die!" the old man in the green robe roared, a surge of magical power erupted and condensed in his palm, then he struck out with his palm.

A palm print formed from magic descended from the sky, engulfing Lucifer with overwhelming force.

Lucifer's body tensed instantly, a terrifying pressure descending upon him, making it difficult for him to move, as if he were carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and he was drenched in sweat.

If an ordinary person were to be struck by this palm, they would probably be instantly smashed into a pulp and die without a complete corpse.

However, there was not a trace of fear in Lucifer's eyes, only stubbornness and unyieldingness.

"cut!"

Lucifer used almost all his strength to leap up and then slash out with his sword, a swift sword light shooting out.

"Oh!"

However, the sword light collided with the palm print, only lasting for a moment before being smashed into pieces and continuing to press down.

"puff!"

Lucifer was sent flying by the palm print like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood all the way, and crashed heavily to the ground, causing the ground to tremble.

"boom!"

The enormous palm print landed completely at this moment, slamming heavily onto the ground. Lucifer's figure was completely swallowed by the palm print, dust flew up, and broken limbs and leaves danced in the cold wind.

After the dust settled, a huge palm print appeared on the ground, and in the center of the palm print lay a bloodied figure.

The old man in the green robe opened his eyes wide, somewhat surprised. He knew very well how strong the power contained in his palm strike was. It was truly astonishing that a mere youth had not been smashed into a pile of mud by his palm strike.

"puff!"

Lucifer coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and all the bones in his body were broken. However, his powerful self-healing ability quickly began to recover, and the bones and flesh in his body seemed to come alive and began to wriggle.

As he recovered, Lucifer struggled to slowly get up from the ground. What seemed like an ordinary movement was incredibly difficult for him, as if he were carrying something weighing hundreds of pounds.

As he moved, all the muscles in his body cramped, and intense pain swept through his entire body, making it arguably the worst he had ever experienced.

He was crippled with a single blow. I can't even describe how frustrated I felt; it was worse than eating shit.

For the first time, I felt so powerless. One moment I was basking in the joy of defeating the enemy, and the next I was beaten to a pulp. I fell from heaven to hell in an instant. This feeling was truly unbearable.

"No wonder you were able to kill my son. You really do have some skill. But I wonder how many blows you can withstand!" The old man in the green robe had a hint of admiration in his eyes, then sneered.

"Damn it, you old geezer, if I ever get the chance, I'll kill you with my own hands and send you to reunite with your son!" Lucifer's struggling supporter swayed precariously.

"Hahaha, kid, you're the most arrogant young man I've ever met. You want to kill me? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard!" The old man in the blue robe burst into laughter, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

In the Soul Devouring Clan, he was a high-ranking elder, and even the clan leader had to bow and scrape before him, showing utmost respect. He was practically all-powerful.

Lucifer, on the other hand, not only killed his only son, making him childless, but also threatened to kill him. It's utterly ridiculous.

"Heh, your son was the same way before. Like father, like son. But what happened? He was still killed by me." Lucifer sneered, intentionally stalling for time to recover from his injuries.

However, the old man in front of him was a shrewd old man, and he could easily see that Lucifer was deliberately stalling for time. After all, experience is the best teacher.

Lucifer's power is insignificant compared to his, like an ant. Even if he recovers, so what? He can still kill him with a single palm strike. There's nothing to worry about.

Let Lucifer linger on for a while. He enjoys the enemy's struggle before death. He feels a sense of accomplishment when the enemy sees hope and then completely annihilates him.

Now, upon hearing Lucifer's words, a surge of anger instantly erupted within him. He was on the verge of death, yet he still dared to curse him; he was utterly courting death.

"Die!" the old man in the green robe shouted coldly, having completely lost his patience. At this moment, he only wanted to kill Lucifer immediately to avenge his son.

He raised his palm, and immense magical power condensed once more, even more violent than before, its power several times greater.

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