Exiled Clan - 83 Vulture Wind

Hooo hooo…

There was only the sound of the gentle breeze in the dead silence.

A few followers of Zhu looked on and stuttered in disbelief.

“Senior Zhu?”

“Ah! Senior is dead…”

“How? Isn’t that Elder a useless bum?”

“He is no longer the useless bum we knew. He is now an undefeatable demon! His existence only brings disaster. We have to report this to the elders immediately!”

“You!…we will have our revenge!”

…

“Idiots!”

Rudra rushed forward and stepped onto the air. With just a thought, he easily seized the bloody sword that was levitating in the air, ownerless after the death of Zhu, Rudra quickly passed his Marauder Energy into its shaft, quickly seizing the right to use it.

Looking around, Rudra saw that, there were still those wicked and demonic followers of the Foundation Realm. Rudra killed them without hesitation and took their valuable possessions before flying off on the Blood Sword.

“Zhu’s reactions were too slow, and he doesn’t seem experienced enough in wielding the weapon…”

Soaring high up in the sky with the weapon was an experience on a totally new level for Rudra.

At this moment, Rudra gazed at the bright and shiny flying sword and the other artifacts he stripped off from Zhu’s dead body. He was silent in thought.

Zhu’s magical power was, in fact, impressive, but he was not an experienced fighter. This was especially evident when he restricted himself when he concentrated on his magical power defending himself while also using the flying sword to cover himself. This proved to be too much for him to handle as he did not have enough energy left to flee in the end.

Otherwise, if Zhu had taken the chance to attack Rudra when he held the advantage, Rudra would probably be unable to defeat him so easily.

“This Spiritual weapon is indeed excellent… but what use does it have for me?”

Rudra then experimented with controlling the flying sword, causing him to smile happily with childlike glee. After a while, he contentedly tossed it aside.

“So, what is the use of giving me such a weapon now, after all a tree can not wield a sword!!”

Rudra shattered the Blood Sword as it cracked it leaked blood from the inside of it, a demonic shriek escaped from inside the sword, but it quickly died out as the whole of the sword turned into liquid form before entering the Dantian and forming a similar-looking red sword at the pedestal in the disc that was the Foundation for the Desolate Metal Energy.

Rudra then proceeded to do the same with all the Spiritual Artifacts he had robbed of the dead corpses of the group.

“Not enough to even reach the Middle of Foundation Building!”

“Looks like I have to find more weapons!” Rudra commented after absorbing the last weapon that resembled a saber.

[Ent Body Art]

Rudra muttered as his skin turned to resemble the bark of a tree, dark brown and creased. Tiny sprouts of branches started sprouting from his shoulder blades and elbows, a small canopy of green leaves appeared on the previous location of his black hair. His feet started outgrowing roots.

Rudra was now double the size of a normal human, he could feel the life force being emanating from the trees and plants around him, he could hear some of them. The crazed wail of the demonized trees echoed in his ears.

“The demonic Energy is corrupting them!” Rudra gained insight on the situation of the trees in the forest as he himself felt the same as the trees. His massive feet that had outgrowth like roots produces loud thudding voice whenever he walked.

BANG!

Just as, He was busy experiencing the feeling of Ent body a loud noise brought Rudra out of the appraisal, an explosion thundered out. Rudra felt there was someone or something burning with fiery rage hot on his heels. A voice shouted out, “Bastard, stop in your tracks!”

A tremendous spiritual force that contained demonic wind energy crashed into the forest. This collision caused the surrounding trees to wobble unsteadily before they finally crashed to the ground.

Sou!

As the trees surrounding him crashed to the ground, Rudra rolled away landed below the canopy of an old tree by the side. Without looking at the collision, he turned his attention to the furious person charging towards him and thought, “A Core cultivator using the demonic wind energy?”

The main focus of the world was to cultivate to become an immortal.

After completing the Demonic Core, one could explore the world and seek out rarer demonic energy that was suitable and absorb it. From there, the cultivator would have unimaginable abilities for the preparations to develop the nascent soul in the future.

The better the demonic energy, the more substantial and strong the Soul would be. This would make the higher grade Demonic Energy all the more worth looking forward to.

If one’s core was able to reach the perfect stage, one was almost guaranteed to shatter his core to form an elemental infant, split and evolve his spiritual will, and eventually undergo heavenly tribulation.

Roar! roar!

At this moment, Rudra was chased by a great reddish-black ball of demonic wind energy. It took on the shapes of a vulture, creating a rancorous noise. This could thoroughly shake any cultivator to his core.

“This is a Vulture Demonic Wind, which is the most inferior kind of demonic energy and it is extremely sparse. It looks like it is a cultivator that as no hope of forming a nascent soul in his lifetime…”

With just a glance, Rudra figured out what that was. It looked like reading the Demonic Manual was of some value after all.

Even then, as a Core cultivator, it was not to be underestimated. It caught up with Rudra in a blink of an eye and transformed into a ferocious and well-built middle-aged man. He looked similar to Zhu, except that his bloodshot eyes were filled with rage it looked as though he could not wait to swallow Rudra whole. He barked out, “You are the one who killed my nephew?”

“Who would have thought one could fly around using the Demonic Wind Energy in human form? This is so convenient!”

Looking at this man, Rudra remarked eagerly.

In this short period of time, Rudra thought of the possibility of cultivating a Wind Based Demonic Energy but disapproved of the idea thinking of all the different bases in his body he still was not able to advance.

“It will be just another burden to carry!”

Although Rudra did not take this middle-aged man seriously, the middle-aged man could no longer contain his anger and shouted, “A demon from another world?! Or are you an ancient demon left from that Period?”

Clearly the middle-aged man noticed Rudra in his Ent body appearing similarly sinister like the demonic trees he had seen in his travels with his brothers.

“Your Executioner!”