by Shian Jeen
The weak and pitiful look completely vanished from her face, replaced with vicious cruelty and bloodlust. Her sadistic laughter rang in Huwang Xiao’s ears, “Little kid, you only have yourself to blame for being nosy, but don’t worry, I’ll leave your corpse in one piece.”
The sharp blade fell right into Huwang Xiao’s spine bone.
At this moment, the other man broke out in manic laughter as he pierced his sword into Huwang Xiao’s chest, vicious words spewing from his mouth, “Punk, it didn’t cross your mind that we’re actually a group! Seventeen disciples from different sect died under our hands before this, and you’re the eighteenth!”
These three people were actually a group!
The three people in cahoots put on a show, all to lure sect disciples like Huwang Xiao over, killing them when they weren’t on guard, and pilfering their treasures.
Huwang Xiao glanced at the two faces, a sneer appeared on his face, “Is that so?”
Both of them noticed that Huwang Xiao was calm instead of wailing in pain, and were alarmed. Two pairs of eyes separately darted towards his spine and chest ‘wounds’ only to realize that their so-called sharp blade and sword stopped right on the young man’s skin surface, not even making a cut through Huwang Xiao’s skin.
“This!” The man and woman were dumbstruck.
How could this be! The first word that crossed their minds was―impossible!
Huwang Xiao had a faint mocking smile on his face looking at their wonderful expressions. He practiced the Golden Linglong Body that came from the Linglong Treasure Pagoda, and throughout his years of cultivations, he had lost count of the number of spirit fruits and elixirs he had swallowed. Even before he refined the Earth Dragon egg’s essence, his physical body’s defense and toughness were comparable to an early Saint realm expert’s. Average blades and swords had no way of hurting him, as they couldn't even break the surface of his skin.
Intense Battle qi surged out from Huwang Xiao’s body, repelling the two people. Their sharp weapons were bounced to the air and broke into a dozen pieces, scattering on the ground. Huwang Xiao reached out, the suction force pulled the man back, with his throat in Huwang Xiao’s palm. An icy cold voice sounded, “Eighteenth?” The man’s face turned purple as he struggled to say something, but Huwang Xiao’s hand exerted a slight pressure, instantly crushing the man’s throat and flung him to the side without another glance. Then, he turned around and faced the woman.
Paralyzed by fear, the woman hastened to beg, “Young Noble, have mercy, have mercy, ah! It was them, they forced me, they forced me to do this!” Her fingers pointed frantically at the two men’s corpses.
“Speak, where did all the sect disciples that entered the Ghost City go?” Huwang Xiao questioned coldly.
“They, they headed towards the Ghost King Palace.” The woman quickly answered.
“Ghost King Palace?” Huwang Xiao frowned.
“Right, right, all of them went to the Ghost King Palace. It’s at the north side of the city, the Ghost King Palace was the Ghost King’s residence in the past, I heard there are a lot of valuable treasures inside, cultivation techniques, battle skills, even Ghost King Pellets refined by the Ghost King himself.” The woman quickly listed all the good things to Huwang Xiao.
Huwang Xiao then asked the woman what she knew about the Ghost King Palace, and everything was answered honestly.
“Young Noble, can you…?” After answering the last of Huwang Xiao’s question, the woman inquired carefully, eyes seeking mercy.
Huwang Xiao was indifferent, his hand lifted and a finger pointed directly at the center of the woman’s eyebrows, piercing through her head with an Absolute Soul Finger, “I can leave you an intact corpse.”
The woman fell, her eyes widened in shock, laying on the ground with her milky white breasts exposed to the sky.
“Ghost King Palace.” Huwang Xiao muttered to himself and flew up towards the said direction of the Ghost King Palace. No wonder he didn't see anyone on the streets, each and every one of them had rushed to the Ghost King Palace.
If so, then Zhao Chen and Yao Fei would surely be at the Ghost King Palace as well!
Huwang Xiao rushed all the way, his silhouette was only a blur in the Ghost City’s airspace. Half a day later, he arrived at the said location.
Standing in midair, Huwang Xiao looked before him, where the palace structures waved up and down in the horizon line in a complex pattern. The area was so big that it was hard to estimate, and above the palace, the ghost and devil auras were thick enough to condense into ghost and devil clouds.
This was the Ghost King Palace! The place where the Ghost King cultivated in the past.
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Huwang Xiao paused for a moment in midair before landing on one of the palace’s many roofs.
Here, in the Ghost King Palace, Huwang Xiao found that his spiritual sense was being limited. At most, his spiritual sense could only extend one hundred meters, but the Ghost King Palace area was too enormous, a mere hundred meters radius of spiritual sense was basically redundant.
A thought struck his mind and a vertical slit opened on his foreheadㅡthe Eye of Hell. Sure enough, the Eye of Hell could see farther and clearer than his spiritual sense in this ghostly place, even through several layers of walls, Huwang Xiao was able to see what was happening behind them without obstruction.
Still, it was limited to only a thousand meter in radius.
One thousand meter radius… Huwang Xiao shook his head. In truth, one thousand meters wasn’t that much of a difference. He leaped down from the roof, landing on the ground below, staying on the roof was too obvious a target.
Just as his feet touched the ground, powerful energy fluctuations came from the direction in front of him. Judging from the level of energy fluctuations, the two people fighting were, without a doubt, half-Saint experts. Furthermore, their strength was slightly higher than the old man he battled on the Broken Tiger Rift.
Huwang Xiao leaped forward, heading towards the source. It didn’t take him long to arrive at the scene.
The two people fighting were two young looking men, one was clad in a red robe, while his opponent in a purple robe. On the red robed man’s chest, there was a pattern of a two-headed mythical beast, something that Huwang Xiao had seen before. In the City of Myriad Gods, he saw the same two-headed mythical beast on He Yunxiong’s robe.
Therefore, Huwang Xiao surmised that this red-robed young man was someone from Millennium City, and chances were, he was He Yunxiong’s disciple. Whereas the purple-robed young man, the emblem on his robe was an Elephant.
Elephant? It seems this other young man belongs to the City of Myriad Gods, Luo Wujun’s disciple!
Luo Wujun, the City of Myriad Gods’ Castellan, also one of top ten Bedlam Lands’ experts.
From observing these two people’s battle, this Luo Wujun disciple’s strength was a bit better than He Yunxiong’s disciple. Fists and palm imprints collided, the sound of exploding air resonated. All of a sudden, Luo Wujun’s disciple changed his movement midair, somersaulting over and slamming a palm strike squarely on He Yunxiong’s disciple’s back.
Pu! Sun Haoran coughed out a mouthful of blood, plummeting to the ground
Succeeding in injuring Sun Haoran, Wu Zhang landed on the ground, staring at Sun Haoran’s miserable condition. A malicious sneer crept up his face, “Sun Haoran, you didn’t expect that you would die here, right?”
Sun Haoran wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, no fear in his eyes: “If I die, Master will avenge me.”
Wu Zhang burst into laughter hearing this, “Master? You think that old man He Yunxiong could leave this Ghost City alive? Let me tell you, the Ghost City’s appearance this time, your Master, as well as your nine apprentice-brothers and sisters can only dream of leaving here alive!”
“You!” Sun Haoran paled: “What did you say?!”
“What did I say?” Wu Zhang snickered, “Wait till you see He Yunxiong in
hell, you can ask him yourself.” Wu Zhang moved again, both palms aiming at Sun Haoran’s torso.
Sun Haoran dodged swiftly, but Wu Zhang’s palm dogged him like a shadow, closer and closer. Just when Wu Zhang’s palms attack was about to strike, a dazzling aureate light filled the sky, overtowering Buddha statues leaped out from the ground below.
Startled, Wu Zhang hastily changed the direction of his attack with a turn of his wrist at the sudden attacker.
A booming blast resounded, the large rebound force repelled Wu Zhang back again and again until he was pushed more than several hundred meters back. Wu Zhang was greatly shocked, his bewildered eyes searched the surrounding to discover that a black-haired young man had appeared in front of Sun Haoran.
Ignoring Wu Zhang’s shock, Huwang Xiao turned back to look at Sun Haoran, “Are you alright?”
Sun Haoran was looking at Huwang Xiao’s back, dumbfounded. Huwang Xiao’s voice pulled him back to the presence, and Sun Haoran shook his head: “I’m alright, thank you.”
Huwang Xiao considered for a moment and took out a stalk of White Ganoderma from the Asura Ring. Its fragrance immediately wafted in the air, lighting up the gloomy dark gray sky as if it was day.
“This, this is White Ganoderma!” Both Wu Zhang and Sun Haoran exclaimed in amazement, eyes staring fixedly at the white fungus in Huwang Xiao’s hand, almost a translucent crystal with a white-colored emulsion moving on the inside.
This was one of the many elixirs Huwang Xiao found at the bottom of Broken Tiger Rift. A hundred year old ganoderma was common, but a thousand-year-old and above was rare, a stem of a ten thousand year old ganoderma was considered extinct, not to mention the king of ganoderma, the White Ganoderma.
This king of ganoderma, other than enhancing cultivation, it was a holy elixir for healing injuries.
Before the two pairs of feverish eyes, Huwang Xiao sent the White Ganoderma to Sun Haoran with a gentle flick, “Here, swallow it.”
Sun Haoran looked dazedly at Huwang Xiao in disbelief. Doubtful of what he had just heard, he asked, “Are you sure you want to let me swallow this White Ganoderma?”
Huwang Xiao nodded, “I owe Senior He a personal favor.”
That time in the City of Myriad Gods, He Yunxiong helped Huwang Xiao out, now he was just reciprocating the favor by saving his disciple. The White Ganoderma might be a rare elixir in others’ eyes, but it wasn’t that significant to Huwang Xiao. In the pile of elixirs inside his Asura Ring, this White Ganoderma ranked at the bottom.
“So, this Brother knows Master.” Sun Haoran was relieved after clarifying this point, but still, he refused, “But this is too much, please keep it for yourself. My injuries are not that heavy.” He moved to send the White Ganoderma back to Huwang Xiao. In his opinion, Huwang Xiao’s repayment was slightly overboard, he was embarrassed to accept such a heavy gift.
It was at this moment, a shadow flickered, Wu Shang’s hand reached out to grab the White Ganoderma.
However, before he could touch the White Ganoderma, a torrent of halberd shadows appeared, bringing a storm of violent winds that overlapped like layers of waves. Alarmed, Wu Zhang resolutely retreated.
“Big Cutting Palm!” His arms gathered back and then slashed down vertically.
A dozen knife-like palms slashed down on the violent winds created by the halberds.
Boom! A thunderous explosion shook the space.
The numerous halberd shadows dissipated, Wu Zhang succeeded in blocking the layers of violent winds, but despite that, his back was damp with cold sweat. He looked at Huwang Xiao with trepidation for only he truly understood how horrifying Huwang Xiao’s halberd attack was.
What was this black-haired young man’s background, for a peak late-Xiantian Tenth Order to possess such terrifying strength? Wu Zhang’s throat felt parched, “Friend, this is a matter between our City of Myriad Gods and Millennium City, I advise you, it’s better not to interfere unnecessarily.”
Huwang Xiao was impassive, “So what if I interfere?”
When he was in the City of Myriad Gods that time, Zhao Chen’s subordinates blatantly attacked Huwang Xiao without fear of repercussions and the city guards were shamelessly siding with Zhao Chen’s subordinates. These didn’t help build any good impression on the City of Myriad Gods in Huwang Xiao’s mind.
Hearing that, Wu Zhang shook his head, “This friend’s strength is not bad, but still, it’s better not to act recklessly, otherwise you would be bringing a catastrophe to your family.” Wu Zhang’s words were not empty threats. Very little people in the Bedlam Lands dared to interfere in the City of Myriad Gods' affairs.
At this time, Sun Haoren persuaded, “Brother, go.” He felt it was not necessary for Huwang Xiao to offend the City of Myriad Gods because of Millennium City, regardless if Huwang Xiao owed his Master a favor or not.
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Seeing that Sun Haoran too persuaded him not to interfere, Huwang Xiao shook his head, secretly thinking, ‘As a man, what is fear, and what is there to be afraid of?’ He wasn't even afraid of Deities Templar, would he bow to a mere City of Myriad Gods?!
When Wu Zhang saw Huwang Xiao being silent, he immediately assumed that Huwang Xiao feared the City of Myriad Gods’ power and prepared to retreat and he couldn’t resist smiling, “This friend could see the truth and make the wisest decision, to preserve oneself is the brightest road…” His words trailed off here, his greedy eyes shifted towards the White Ganoderma with his hands extended out, his meaning evident in the gesture.
But when his hand almost caught the elixir in his hand, halberd images rained down once again. This time, the power of destruction surpassed the last attack, scaring Wu Zhang and causing him to leap back in shock, striking out Big Cutting Palms continuously in an attempt to block.
Wu Zhang retreated again and again until he was several hundred meters back before stopping, a film of sweat trickled down his forehead.
“You!” His expression distorted glowering at Huwang Xiao.
Huwang Xiao jeered, “Preservation before principle? When did I tell you that I’m leaving?”
A gloomy light flickered in Wu Zhang’s eyes, “Friend really isn’t afraid that the family you belong to would perish in calamity due to your folly?”
“That depends if your City of Myriad Gods has the capability.” Throwing that sentence, Huwang Xiao no longer bothered to exchange more words, the Eminent Holiness Halberd hummed, slashing down a thousand zhang long golden black halberd light. Space shook as the long halberd pierced through the air, arriving instantaneously in front of Wu Zhang.
The abrupt change made Wu Zhang’s confidence wavered.
“Elusive Dragon Step!”
Without a second thought, Wu Zhang leaped high up from the ground as if he was a flood dragon, barely escaping the thousand zhang golden-black halberd light. A booming sound reached his ears. Turning back, he saw that the palace building structure behind him was cut into two sections right in the middle. Crumbling down to the sides, extending past the structure, dust and sand obscured the view.
Wu Zhang face was ashen watching the result, fortunately, he managed to dodge the attack fast enough, otherwise, he’d be split in two.
While Wu Zhang was still immersed in his lucky escape, bright golden light cast over him. Turning to look, he saw Huwang Xiao descending on him like a Dragon God. In an upward motion, the long halberd executed another attack. Blinding halberd lights shot straight at him.
“Crimson Blood Palm!” Terrified, Wu Zhang bellowed. His palms doubled in size, turning a blood crimson red, slamming down towards Huwang Xiao.
Two blood-crimson palm imprints crashed against countless halberd images, shock waves and explosions reverberated in the air.
The powerful impact sent Wu Zhang staggering back when a wayward halberd light flew towards him. Wu Zhang merely caught sight of a bright flash, and the next thing he knew, bursts of pain came from his chest area.
He stared dazedly at his own torso where
a halberd was sticking to his chest, penetrating him through and through, the tip coming out from his back.
Huwang Xiao’s expression was cold as he pulled out the Eminent Holiness Halberd before landing on the ground.
Blood fell like rain to the ground from high altitude, as Wu Zhang plummeted.
Sun Haoran was bewildered as he watched Wu Zhang falling from the sky. At this point, he was well aware that Wu Zhang was at the end of his rope, his life not far from being extinguished. He was familiar with Wu Zhang’s strength, he was a peak of half-Saint, the City of Myriad Gods’ Castellan’s second disciple. For centuries, there had never been an opponent that managed to defeat him or strong enough to be a rival.
But now, Wu Zhang actually died in the hands of a peak late-Xiantian Tenth Order? Moreover, it was only a matter of several strikes. From the beginning until the end, Wu Zhang never had a chance to resist.
While these thoughts ran past Sun Haoran’s mind, on the other side, Wu Zhang struggled to get up slowly. Eyes filled with venomous viciousness, he glared at Huwang Xiao, his hoarse voice sounded:“You...will...regret this!”
“I’m not one to regret things.” Huwang Xiao’s cold gaze directed at Wu Zhang.
Wu Zhang looked at Sun Haoran and back at Huwang Xiao again, a laugh sounded from his throat, a little helpless, a little lonely, “Worry not, both of you will come down to accompany me soon enough.” His body swayed, tumbling to the ground as he uttered his last word, no longer moving.
Huwang Xiao let the Eminent Holiness Halberd return to his arm. Approaching Wu Zhang’s corpse, he found his spatial ring and took it. His spiritual sense swept inside and detected many spirit pellets, and elixirs. In a deeper corner of the space, Huwang Xiao found two pieces of grade one spirit stones.
The spirit pellets were mostly of grade eight and grade nine, if this was before, Huwang Xiao would have been delighted, however, these grades of items couldn’t enter his eyes now. As for elixirs, in Huwang Xiao’s Asura Ring were elixirs over thirty thousand year old.
