97 Netherworld Insects
Elder Gou, seeing his attack land perfectly, stroked his non-existent beard, feeling quite pleased with himself. He sighed inwardly, 'I'm still young. I have some skill, but I'm all bravado and no strategy!'
Flames erupted, but the titanium-grade divine bell shield completely blocked them. 'What a pity about the clothes Sister Lan made.'
The fight just now was truly exhilarating. Now, the Thunderfire Heart Technique is activated. A step into the air. The Gentleman's Blade, crackling with lightning and flames, has grown significantly larger. With unparalleled speed, it arrives before Elder Gou, its ruthless blade energy piercing his face!
"Watch out!" Elder Mao shouted. In an instant, the Evil Bone Blade was frozen solid. It aimed straight for He Chen's back.
Elder Gou remained calm and composed, his swordplay splitting in two, making it impossible to discern whether it was a parry or a direct clash. The bronze sword blazed with intense heat.
"Haha, let's go head-to-head!" He Chen laughed loudly, ignoring everything else.
Completely unconcerned about Elder Gou's exquisite swordsmanship, his saber technique—a single strike capable of cutting a hundred times—began again. A sky full of sword light filled the view, like dazzling moonlight.
Elder Gou, witnessing such desperate efforts, sighed inwardly, 'If I were ten years younger, I would definitely compete to see who could go faster.'
At that moment, the sword stance shifted, striking the Gentleman's Blade. However, a sudden realization struck. The remaining blades were all real swords. Real swords coming from all directions.
Sharp, enveloped in lightning and fire. One slash severs a hand, another a leg. A head flies off. Severed at the waist. Cut in the chest.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, shattering into pieces. The three demons in the sky trembled in fear, and the eagle demon finally couldn't hold back any longer. A clump of bird droppings fell from the sky, hitting Elder Mao squarely on the head. Startled, his attack was interrupted.
The scene before him was one of utter devastation. A hundred cuts, a slow, agonizing death. Even Elder Mao was terrified. With a clang, the Evil Bone Blade fell to the ground. "You, you are a devil."
'I am the devil, and what are you?'
"We are the Xuan Yin Sect. You killed Elder Gou; you're dead. The Sect Leader will not let you get away with this."
Elder Mao was no longer the composed seventh-level Martial King he appeared to be. He was now trembling with fear.
I originally wanted to ask a lot of questions, but now that it's the Xuan Yin Sect again, I suddenly stopped thinking about asking anything. Without further ado, I drew my sword!
Elder Mao seemed terrified, all his imposing manner vanished! He saw He Chen about to strike him down...
He immediately begged for mercy, "Young hero, spare my life! Young hero, spare my life! I'll go back and report to the sect leader that Elder Gou was killed by the female ghost. If we kill the female ghost together, then there will be no evidence against him!"
He even knelt down and begged for mercy, completely losing his composure! While kneeling and begging, he instantly grabbed the yellow gourd that was very close to him on the ground, then suddenly popped the stopper and, with a sudden burst of strength, threw it. The gourd shattered the moment it hit He Chen! He quickly retreated.
"Haha, die, you Netherworld Worm, creature of the underworld, haha, why don't you die now!"
The instant Elder Mao threw the weapon, He Chen activated his footwork! Close behind Elder Mao, he unleashed a hundred slashes with a single, powerful horizontal strike, the Netherworld Insects following closely behind! Elder Mao then slapped a yellow talisman onto his body!
"A talisman!" A yellow, eggshell-like covering appeared. Then, inside the storage bag, a three-foot-long, incredibly sharp sword, its tip gleaming with blue light, appeared. It contained some kind of deadly poison!
Envelop yourself in true energy and prepare for battle!
He arrived in an instant, slashing a hundred times with a single strike. He activated his Thunderfire Heart Technique, his entire body engulfed in flames and crackling with lightning!
It was as if he had received a punishment from heaven and earth! With a full-force slash, he shattered the shield in one blow, and the shield broke instantly! The sword, sharp and ready to strike, pierced directly into his chest!
Then, suddenly, a hundred cuts struck. Hands, feet, arms, legs, severed at the waist. Ninety-nine cuts pierced his body; his head flew off, hot blood spurting out.
The Netherworld Insects swarmed towards He Chen, landing on him in a dense, overwhelming display! Like moths to a flame, they plunged back into the inferno, amidst the thunder and lightning.
Instantly, it burned, and a burnt, foul smell wafted over.
The inner energy was activated, and the energy rapidly burned, incinerating the blood rain falling in the air and the Netherworld Insects!
At this moment, his head fell to the ground, his face still showing malice, mockery, and astonishment!
He didn't pay much attention. After searching the ground, he found two Qiankun bags. He held the ancient bronze sword and the Evil Bone Sword in his hands. The Evil Bone Sword bore ancient inscriptions, ominous. He then activated the Thunderfire Heart Technique.
"Ah!" roared the evil spirits inside, struggling to break free. Upon closer inspection, there were as many as ninety-nine of them. Young and teenagers, men and women.
"The Xuan Yin Sect, how splendid!" Seeing the viciousness on the blade and the young men and women around his age, a murderous intent surged in his heart.
With the ancient brass sword in hand, the Gentleman's Blade trembled slightly! The Thunderfire Heart Technique ignited, flames ignited, and soon the bronze portion vanished, leaving behind a small piece of yellow bronze, about the size of a little finger, weighing more than four or five pounds.
"Red copper gold!" he thought with some certainty. Without giving it much thought, he quickly pressed it against the blade, his inner energy slowly melting it. A sense of satisfaction washed over him as he wielded the Gentleman's Blade! "Thank you, Master," a clear voice said.
"Haha!" came the reply.
High in the sky, the eagle demon watched its increasingly ferocious master, whose combat power grew ever more unfathomable. The thought of the countless Netherworld Insects sent chills down its spine! It had heard of these insects before; they were incredibly malevolent, yet required daily blood to feed.
Moreover, it needs to be fed with the blood and essence of its caretaker every few days. Otherwise, it will turn on its owner and refuse to recognize them! It even eats its own owner.
Moreover, they are impervious to water and cannot be killed by ordinary flames. Once they bite, they burrow directly into the human body, gnawing at the internal organs, then the brain, and only emerge after devouring everything. Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine!
Rou Rou and Wan Qing were both happy and a little worried. Such ruthlessness was certainly a good thing, as it would bring them protection. If they treated their subordinates gently, they could live in peace for a long time.
Wan Qing pondered for a moment, then said, "Moreover, those who practice external martial arts tend to need more elixirs than ordinary people. I suppose Rou Rou and I are the ones who need them the most."
The demons waited quietly, when suddenly, a chilling aura filled the air below.
He Chen was looking at the items in his Qiankun bag when he saw a box full of silver notes, about half a foot high, and another box a foot long and wide filled with gold leaves. He hadn't even looked at the other one yet. He immediately felt that he had struck it rich! This was probably worth tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions.
"This elder is too rich! It doesn't make sense! Could it be the wealth of the Xuan Yin Sect?" Just as he was wondering, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.
Black, white, and gray; there were no other colors. It was as if yin energy was gathering from the ground on its own.
'Has the Ghost King arrived?' He secretly prepared himself.
Inside the room, Wan Qianchi looked as if he had aged decades. His hair was completely white, and his face was covered with wrinkles and age spots.
He was breathing heavily, struggling to stay afloat!
He struggled to open his eyes, asking unwillingly, "You... how could this be? How could I have fallen asleep? I am King Wu!"
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