Has your Dao power been depleted to the point where you can't even perform the Rejuvenation Technique? Having already analyzed the opponent's strength in her mind, Yvonne Foster’s lips curled into a slight smile. After activating Shadow Step, her speed soared to the limit, and she slashed out once more.

Over the past six years, Yvonne Foster had developed a set of blade techniques to complement Shadow Step. Though not yet perfected, its power was already formidable. The essence of this blade technique lay in two things: attacking instead of defending, and speed. There were no complicated moves, just a few simple strikes. Combined with the surging force of Shadow Step, each slash was as swift as thunder and lightning, leaving opponents with no chance to defend.

However, there was still a vast gap in cultivation between the two. Even though Yvonne Foster was going all out, the black-robed Daoist easily dodged her attacks, and seemed to have energy to spare with every movement.

At first, the black-robed Daoist was startled by Yvonne Foster’s speed, but after dodging a few times, he realized that this was her maximum speed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Because of the injury to his left foot, his movements were severely hampered, and his speed had dropped by several orders of magnitude. If she had been any faster, he would have been in real trouble.

Since there was no longer any danger to his life, the black-robed Daoist, now in a good mood, let out a sinister laugh and said, “Little one, at this speed, you can’t hurt me. Are you trying to stall for time and wait for someone to save you? But even if I can’t meditate, I only need twenty minutes to recover enough magic power to kill you. Tell me, when the time comes, how should I make you, the one who cut off my hand, die in a more satisfying way? Have you heard of the soul-slicing technique from the West? That spell can make a person suffer for hours in agony, as if being slowly dismembered.”

Looking at the black-robed Daoist, who was getting carried away with his own arrogance, Yvonne Foster sneered inwardly: You think you can recover your strength in twenty minutes? Too bad you’re about to die! At this speed, I really can’t hurt you—so let me show you what I’m like without any restraints!

Secretly tearing off the eightfold gravity talisman on his chest, Yvonne Foster suddenly swung his blade in a horizontal slash and shouted, “Slash!”

With the gravity talisman destroyed, the tremendous rebound force was unleashed. Coupled with the unrestrained Shadow Step, his speed instantly soared to a new level. The blade borrowed the strength of the body, and the body borrowed the momentum of the blade—the aura surged to its peak.

The black-robed Daoist immediately noticed something different about this move, as Yvonne Foster’s figure left afterimages in his eyes. Even though he tried his best to dodge to the left, his body, accustomed to Yvonne Foster’s previous speed, couldn’t completely evade the attack. His right chest was struck heavily again—but that was far from the end!

Wind technique, instant cast! Wind Blade Spell!

A wind blade, prepared in advance, suddenly shot out from the back of the blade as Yvonne Foster and the black-robed Daoist passed each other. At this moment, the Daoist, with his old strength spent and new strength not yet gathered, was unable to dodge. The wind blade struck his chest solidly, sending him flying dozens of meters and leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest. And this was after his protective true energy had absorbed part of the damage.

Seeing that the opponent was still alive after such a heavy injury, Yvonne Foster first marveled at the vitality of a Golden Core cultivator, then immediately cast another spell. At this point, the only option was to press the attack and not give the Daoist a chance to recover.

Wood technique, instant cast! Root Binding Spell!

Several tree roots suddenly burst from the ground beneath the black-robed Daoist’s feet, tightly entangling his legs. At the same time, Yvonne Foster’s blade, carrying boundless momentum, followed close behind.

The black-robed Daoist was now both shocked and furious. He never expected that after dominating the cultivation world for decades, he would be suppressed and wounded by a mere youngster. He hated Yvonne Foster so much he wished he could cut him into a thousand pieces. With his cultivation, he normally wouldn’t care about such a trivial D-rank spell, but when he tried to break free with all his strength, he found he couldn’t shake off the roots. With his experience, if he couldn’t tell by now that this was a spell enhanced by bloodline power, he’d be a fool. Realizing things were bad, the Daoist hurriedly used his remaining true energy to cast a B-rank Vajra Shield, blocking Yvonne Foster’s blade and narrowly avoiding decapitation. After finally clearing away the roots at his feet and just beginning to relax, he saw the youth’s incomparably handsome face break into a chilling, bone-deep cold smile.

Fire technique, instant cast! Fireball Spell, triple cast!

Chapter 5: The Killing

In the black-robed Daoist’s horrified gaze, three consecutive fireballs came flying at him. The first fireball struck the energy shield, causing it to tremble violently. The second fireball shattered the shield completely, and the third fireball slammed directly into the Daoist’s body. The fireball spell, with power comparable to a C-rank Daoist technique, instantly scorched half of the Daoist’s body.

After suffering such a heavy blow, the black-robed Daoist no longer had any confidence in victory. Terrified and disheartened, he turned to flee, cursing his bad luck as he ran. After being gravely wounded, he had only come here to tend to his injuries before leaving. It was only after discovering this youth that he had the wicked idea to use an evil technique to drain the youth’s blood and quickly restore his own injuries and most of his power. He never expected to run into such a monstrously powerful youth and end up kicking a steel plate.