Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 114: Flesh and Blood Den

"Just a mere mortal, daring to oppose me, truly courting death!"

Having come to Zhaoge for so long, not only did he fail to obtain the Star River Divine Sand and start refining Golden Core, but now he even lost his Fire-tipped Spear.

He could remain calm with just this, but the development of things was clearly more than that.

Yesterday, he received another letter from his master, which mentioned another matter.

That damn Nezha somehow went to Sanshan Pass, and with immense luck, he seemed to have acquired the legacy of Demon Lord Bai Mushuang in the Fire Eye Mountain Secret Realm.

Even though he is now just a step away from the Golden Core, the Demon Lord’s legacy... just thinking about it made Spirit Pearl tremble all over.

Why!

Just a body prepared for myself.

Why!

Angrily, Spirit Pearl had a premonition that if he continued to dawdle here, it’s not about next time when he meets Nezha and destroys his Primordial Spirit to seize his body, he might even end up dying at Nezha’s hands.

Can’t wait any longer.

He transformed into a red light and, with a flick, flew into the grand courtyard of King Wu Cheng’s mansion, heading straight for the treasure vault without saying a word.

Of course, in front of the treasure vault was not empty; there were two guards on duty.

The guards were shocked to see a radiant child suddenly appear before them, and immediately reacted.

But their reaction was not fast enough.

The Spirit Pearl, holding an iron spear in his left hand and a steel knife in his right, swung the knife and split the man in front of him in half along with his armor, spilling blood and entrails all over the ground.

The other Armored Soldier by his side wanted to open his mouth for help, but just as he did, an iron spear pierced into his mouth, with the spear tip gleaming coldly under the moonlight, drilling out dripping with blood from the back of his head.

"Mere mortals, overestimating themselves."

Seeing blood, Spirit Pearl became even more excited; born with a destined massacre of 1,700, he needed to kill 1,700 people in the human world to avert this calamity.

He split the lock open with a knife and pushed the treasure vault door open as he stepped inside.

It was pitch black inside, only faint moonlight trickling through the windowpaper casting blurry shadows, most items packed neatly in boxes and lined up on shelves, against walls.

But he sensed that something was very wrong with this place.

Clearly, it was supposed to be King Wu Cheng’s treasure vault, yet how could there be such heavy Demon Qi?

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the King Wu Cheng’s mansion, a dozen courtyards away, Huang Feihu was still drinking with several brothers of the same family.

Suddenly someone came to report, whispering a few words into his ear, and the smile on Huang Feihu’s face gradually faded.

He waved for the person to step back, seeing the brothers waiting for him to speak, he lightly raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice, "Another mindless one has taken the bait, I hope what the Blood Blade Immortal said isn’t wrong, that by refining the blood, flesh, muscles, and bones of these cultivators into spiritual medicine, it’ll be the only way to unblock my body’s acupoints."

His brother, Huang Ming, said from the side, "Using the Star River Divine Sand as bait to fish the world’s cultivators, brother is indeed the best angler in the world, but in my brother’s opinion, what the Blood Blade Immortal said should not be fully trusted, we should keep another card up our sleeves, when Nezha came half a month ago, he had a Blood Ginseng, maybe once the Blood Blade Immortal’s plan succeeds, we can use some Star River Divine Sand to trade with him."

Huang Feihu nodded and Huang Feibiao followed to say, "In the past two years, twenty-seven cultivators came to the mansion to steal treasures, eighteen died, nine left, and two pieces of Star River Divine Sand were stolen, this Blood Elixir is so difficult to refine, it must not be fake."

Huang Ming didn’t care and said, "In the end, it’s a Left Dao Technique."

"Hmph, what if it’s a Left Dao Technique, brother was born with Dragon and Tiger Power, if not for being harmed by that vile woman as a child, wouldn’t his acupoints have been blocked, unable to cultivate? Although that ignorant fool woman has been hacked to pieces, it still doesn’t quell my anger!"

"Enough."

Huang Feihu waved a hand, ordered, "Let Wu Da the military officer go over, send some Corpse Puppets to play with the visitor, don’t let them see through the trick."

The person below left, and after Huang Feihu drank three cups of wine, his brother Huang Ming also drank a cup, sighing, "It’s just a pity for those loyal and devoted soldiers."

...

After entering the treasure vault, Spirit Pearl sensed the abnormality, seeing a crack on the ground at the center of the vault, blood-red, like flesh and bones connected into a piece, with a large blood-red eye in the middle, spinning wildly and finally staring directly at him.

After entering the room, in just the blink of an eye, this ordinary storage room turned into a blood-soaked demonic den.

He wasn’t afraid, if there were nothing else strange here, only two mortal soldiers guarding, the Star River Divine Sand would have long been stolen by thieves.

"Crooked and wicked ways, if only my Fire-tipped Spear were here today, I’d burn you to ashes with a fire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of blood-colored cold lights slashed toward his body from all directions.

He put away the steel knife, and the spear in his hand whirled into a wheel, like an iron curtain, with the clanging sound of metal hitting metal constantly ringing out.

Catching a gap, Spirit Pearl stepped forward, a silvery light flickering, and as he thrust his spear out, the timing, force, and speed were perfect, but not only did he fail to pierce that eye, he was instead bitten by a large mouth.

The bloody flesh opened a three-foot wide mouth in the middle, densely packed with snow-white teeth two inches long, biting onto Spirit Pearl’s iron spear and refusing to let go.

Spirit Pearl, strong in body, held onto the spear’s tail without loosening his grip, ready to wrestle with the monster, his other hand holding the steel knife, slashing in all directions to cut down the continuous blades of light around him.

Feeling the force coming from the knife, his brow furrowed lightly. He had never heard of such a monster, not knowing if it was an Illusion Technique or Array; in any case, it was tremendously powerful, if not for his own Innate Divine Strength, even a typical Golden Core Realm cultivator might not be able to withstand these blood blades coming from all directions, getting chopped into mince in moments.

The cultivators coming to steal treasures here, however impure their intentions, still did not want to cause too much trouble as they’re in Zhaoge, so they often retreated upon seeing the danger.

But Spirit Pearl was different.

He was crazier than the others.

A talisman seal glowed under his tongue, and when he opened his mouth, a ball of fire spurted out, sticking to the bloody flesh on the ground, spreading in all directions like fire meeting oil!

The creature cried out in pain, letting go of Spirit Pearl’s spear, but simultaneously the surrounding blades of light became denser; caught off guard, Spirit Pearl also suffered more than a dozen fine bloody cuts on his body.

Crimson blood rolled down his robust body, falling silently to the ground, quietly merging into the blood and flesh now coating the ground and walls, disappearing without a trace.

Spirit Pearl didn’t notice these; the fire was already blazing fiercely. Standing in the flames on his Wind Fire Wheel, he noticed a silver flash in the fire’s glow at the corner of the wall...

"Fire! Fire!"

The fire at the King Wu Cheng’s mansion awoke not only mortals but also cultivators gathered from all directions in Zhaoge City.

Especially when seeing a stream of light fly out from the King Wu Cheng’s mansion, the crowd could no longer remain calm, having squatted here for so long, how could they let others swoop in and snatch it?

At this moment, each one made their move, radiant lights cutting through the silent night sky of Zhaoge City, flying straight toward Spirit Pearl.

The world’s Primordial Qi tumultuous to this extent naturally also alerted many, such as the monstrous creatures in the Imperial Palace, or Nezha, meditating behind closed eyes in a guesthouse room.

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