Chapter 1242 - 1239: Overestimating Oneself
Seeing Fu Xi take out that golden, shimmering large bow, Yaoji was increasingly enraged, furiously saying, "Human King, it seems you really want to put me to death, you're so cruel-hearted."
Fu Xi smiled coldly, suddenly putting away that large bow, and said, "Fine, today I won't use the Fu Xi Bow, yet I'll make sure you suffer fully."
"Die!" Yaoji sneered, then glanced at Fu Xi's indifferent expression, a surge of anger rising inside her. With a sudden roar, the energy within her body burst forth like the Yangtze River breaking its banks, uncontrollably pouring out, as though releasing thousands of years of repression.
She stepped forward, feeling the rapid flow of energy within her body, a sinister smile danced on the corner of her mouth, the eerie curve making her otherwise handsome face exceedingly frightening. She threw a punch, bringing with it a whisper of wind.
This punch was aimed directly at Fu Xi's head, ruthlessly smashing over without a bit of hesitation, like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, continually roaring in the forest. This punch, seemingly light, contained an unmatched strength, and the energy, mixed with her powerful cultivation, was terrifying enough to blast a vicious beast into nonexistent fragments.
Watching her incomparably strong fist about to strike Fu Xi's loathsome face, Yaoji's mouth widened into an even crueler smile.
"Trifling skill!"
Facing the incoming fist, Fu Xi curled his lips and instead of retreating, he advanced, lunging violently towards the approaching fist. His actions seemed wide open, filled with vulnerabilities, as if one strike could send him straight to the afterlife.
Bang!
Suddenly, Fu Xi lifted his arm, forming his hand into a bizarre Dharma Seal, a movement that seemed both incredibly fast and yet painstakingly slow. Just as that dreadful punch containing immense power was about to crash onto his head, an unforeseen mutation occurred.
A thick, pure True Qi, tinged with a hint of solemnity, exploded violently from within his body. This rampaging True Qi seemed to rival the wild waves of the savage sea, crashing against the shore, giving Yaoji an overwhelming urge to withdraw. Her movement paused, and her arm was suddenly caught by someone.
Like an eagle grabbing a chick, Fu Xi easily controlled her arm, offering no chance of resistance. It seemed that with just a slight force, his claw-like grip could pulverize Yaoji's arm in minutes.
For a moment, Yaoji couldn't believe the scene before her eyes. This immense power directly seized her arm, rendering her immobile.
Pushed by Fu Xi's force, staggering backward a few steps, Yaoji stared at Fu Xi in a daze, eyes filled with disbelief. How was this possible? Wasn't this guy unable to cultivate? How could he still possess such formidable strength and aura? This was impossible.
"Hmph, let me show you this newly acquired sword technique of mine!" Watching Fu Xi approach, Yaoji sneered, pulling out a purple Soft Sword, as if the previous astonishment and dazed expression had never existed.
With this thought, Yaoji danced into a peculiar step on the ground, as if countless swimming dragons were at her feet, darting up and down. Her strange footwork allowed her to evade the incoming attack, seeming even to have some leisure left.
Whoosh!
With a cold snort, Yaoji's expression became grim. She held the purple Soft Sword upside down, flicked her wrist, and twirled a few sharp sword blossoms, hurling them violently toward Fu Xi.
Although she had wielded the Soft Sword now, her heart still contained a trace of restlessness and a slight fervor.
As the sword blossoms scattered, they were accompanied by a sky full of sharp sword shadows, making the view bewildering and indistinct, impossible to discern which were real and which were illusory, or perhaps both were real simultaneously?
The fierce sword beams slashed through the void with a piercing sound, as if a minor Sword Dao master was here at this moment, practicing sword moves.
Fu Xi saw the scene before him turn into a sea of Blue Amber, the void enveloped by countless sword shadows. Despite his composure, he felt slightly shaken. It had been a long time since he had seen Yaoji's abilities equal to his own.
The sword shadows in front, whether real or illusion, accelerated ever faster, even making Fu Xi furrow his brows slightly. Yaoji's Sword Dao was indeed somewhat strange; despite not being excessively fast, it could conjure such a fierce array of sword shadows, an oddity indeed.
As the sword shadows increased, Fu Xi's dodge speed also became faster and faster.
With a shout, the True Qi in his entire body circulated rapidly. Feeling the relaxation in his limbs and bones, Fu Xi launched a full counterattack.
With fists clenched tightly, a golden figure suddenly emerged in his mind, twisting rapidly. Fu Xi tried to catch it, but couldn't. Unconsciously, his body followed the figure's movement, miraculously dodging the all-encompassing sword shadows.
Stepping out, as the True Qi flowed, the muscles on Fu Xi's bare arms swelled up instantly. His slightly bronze skin shone with a unique luster, exuding the masculine beauty of a man.
Whoosh!
Fu Xi punched out directly, wisps of golden aura slowly streaming from that figure and eventually gathering quickly on Fu Xi's fists.
The fists shot out, following a subtle yet dignified angle, toward Yaoji with a piercing, sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The fists traversed through the sky full of sword shadows, reaching Yaoji effortlessly. As the myriad sword shadows vanished, Fu Xi's fists had already struck Yaoji's body.
Yaoji let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, as she looked at Fu Xi in disbelief.
Fu Xi did not seize the opportunity to attack. Instead, he suddenly sighed slightly and said, "You can go." After speaking, he withdrew the surrounding space, restoring the environment to its previous state.
Yaoji gritted her teeth, staring at the cold expression of Fu Xi, and finally stomped her foot, saying resentfully, "Human King, don't think that because you let me go today, I will be grateful. There will come a day when you will regret it."
Fu Xi's face remained cold and indifferent, not saying a word.
Yaoji turned around, taking a few steps forward, then suddenly turned back to Fu Xi and said, "Human King, if you want to save your wife, you must find the Book of Destiny left by the Lai family."
...
At Haiqing Pool in Jiangbei City, Zhang Wenhui and his group were still facing that mass of black energy. Although Lai Xiaole had trapped the Ghost Lord with the Binding Yin Array, the group had no means to deal with it.
Just as everyone was trying to come up with a solution, that mass of black energy suddenly burst into wild laughter, saying, "A mere Binding Yin Array, dreaming of trapping me?"
As the words fell, a few scattered Copper Coins suddenly shot up, shattering in mid-air and transforming into a form along with the black energy.
The form materialized from the black energy was somewhat ridiculous; it was a short, chubby old man, whose appearance was not only comical but also somewhat laughable.
However, Zhang Wenhui and the others did not find it amusing at all. The special task force members might not know how terrifying this guy was, but they did.
The short, chubby old man sneered at them, shouted loudly, and suddenly the scene before them changed, the surroundings were no longer the mirror image within Haiqing Pool.
"Ghost Illusion Realm," Zhang Wenhui exclaimed.
Before the words were finished, Zhang Wenhui soared into the air, transforming into a streak of blue light, flitting through the sky, with a substantial phantom forming behind him.
In merely a moment, Zhang Wenhui appeared outside the city gates, standing in the void, his robe fluttering without wind. With a wave of his great hand, an invisible wave of Qi suddenly emerged, heavily smashing toward the ground troops clad in mystical armor.
Only in the span of a moment, upon contact with this invisible wave of Qi, the bodies shuddered, instantly splitting in two, blood splattering high up.
These fiercely menacing mystical armored troops were like clay chickens and pottery dogs in Zhang Wenhui's hands, utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow.
Accompanied with every step Zhang Wenhui took in the air, it was as if a grand sound resonated from the void, a sound like great bells and drums, saints chanting scriptures, continuously, nearly exterminating the soldiers near the city walls in just moments.
Some colossal giants were abnormally mighty, grabbing a mystical armored soldier with a huge hand and hurling it fiercely at Zhang Wenhui in the void. The latter simply dispelled them with a casual glance and a gesture, obliterating both in an instant.
The short, chubby old man hadn't expected Zhang Wenhui to break through his mystical armored army in just a moment, and with a furious roar, transformed into a monstrous mouth, lunging at Zhang Wenhui and the others.
Zhang Wenhui advanced instead of retreating, waving his sleeve as a streak of blue radiance erupted from his body, shooting skyward, colliding with the incoming black streak.
The two tremendously powerful waves of Qi clashed, the terrifying turbulence resembling the turbulent rivers and lakes, piercing explosions reverberating continuously.
Dust swirled wildly, along with uninvited tornadoes, sweeping up some of the mystical armored soldiers on the ground.
In merely a single confrontation, both parties erupted with such powerful combat strength, one with a face full of mockery, the other suddenly turning pale. In an instant, the outcome was clear between them, one dominate and one inferior.
This monstrous black giant with just one open mouth forced Zhang Wenhui, the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, to exhaust most of his strength to resist.
Feng Lingfeng and the others involuntarily gasped in surprise, not expecting this fellow's power to be so terrifying!
Zhang Wenhui raised his eyebrow, no longer engaging in futile efforts, taking steps and waving a grand hand, radiant red clouds filled the sky, golden runes emitted dazzling light.
His body shot forward like an explosion, seemingly protected by a divine being, chanting the Dao of the Saint, the golden aura continuously forming, advancing towards the giant's body.
Determined to kill this fellow!
"Overestimating yourself, courting death!"