Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 312 - 300 Nine-Headed Hydra (1/3)

Chapter 312: Chapter 300 Nine-Headed Hydra (1/3)

"Hmph, Zhou Heng, it’s said that one should look at a person with new eyes after three days’ absence!" Mao Yuheng looked at Zhou Heng with arrogance, a cold smile appearing on his face as he continued, "Speaking of which, I owe you thanks for my fortune. That day, right after I used the Teleportation Talisman, I happened upon a piece of Spiritual Medicine!"

His smile grew more intense: "It was a Star Origin Grass, which tripled the size of my Dantian Space!"

"It’s also thanks to you that in this Mountains and Rivers Realm competition of the Shangtian Martial Pavilion, I have obtained fourth place!"

Although Mao Yuheng kept mentioning his thanks, it was clear that he felt no gratitude whatsoever, his eyes filled with hatred. As the pride of the younger generation of the Mao Family, and someone of note among martial artists of the same realm at the Shangtian Martial Pavilion, he had been forced to flee in a humiliating defeat by Zhou Heng. This was naturally seen as an enormous disgrace in his eyes.

Zhou Heng smiled and said, "Then congratulations are indeed in order for you!"

"Zhou Heng, spare me the sarcastic remarks!" Mao Yuheng, seeing Zhou Heng’s indifferent demeanor, felt his inner rage become uncontrollable. He glared viciously at Zhou Heng, yet he didn’t make a move.

Zhou Heng had a Stealth Talisman, but Han Yulian didn’t, and though her aura was obscure, with only a one Great Realm difference between them, it was not difficult for Mao Yuheng to guess her Cultivation Level.

Mao Yuheng might be arrogant, but he was not foolish enough to challenge an expert of the Spirit Sea Realm; after all, not everyone possessed the Swift Cloud Radiant Step for rapid movement or the Nine Mystic Trial Tower to conceal themselves.

A smile played on Zhou Heng’s face. He had already broken through to the Spirit Sea Realm, and even Ying Cheng’en would be a match for him, let alone consider a martial artist of the Mountains and Rivers Realm as an opponent. The two were simply not on the same level.

Still young, he suddenly felt a desire to toy with his opponent and said, "I promise she won’t take action. If you can defeat me, you can walk out of here with your head held high." He pointed at Han Yulian, knowing that she was the only concern for Mao Yuheng.

Han Yulian gave a gentle smile and nodded acquiescingly, showing an utterly compliant appearance.

Mao Yuheng was consumed with envy, wishing he could chop Zhou Heng into seventeen or eighteen pieces and take his place.

In this world where strength was respected, those of the Spirit Sea Realm were truly considered experts!

——All the peerless experts of the Nascent Soul Realm and Divine Infant Realm combined across the entire human Empire numbered no more than two hundred or so. Advancing to the Spirit Sea Realm meant unequivocally standing at the pinnacle of the world, capable of looking down upon all living beings.

In a world of martial artists where the yang was stronger than the yin, the higher the realm, the fewer the female martial artists, let alone those of stunning beauty!

A peerless beauty of the Spirit Sea Realm was nothing less than a priceless treasure, likely to stir the hearts of countless men. From this perspective, Xiao Jiuxiong, known for his love of beauty and insistence on only taking Spirit Sea Realm beauties, did indeed have taste.

Zhou Heng was merely at the Mountains and Rivers Realm, yet he had a beautiful expert of the Spirit Sea Realm willing to obey him; how could Mao Yuheng not be jealous?

Slay him!

With his mind brimming with murderous intent and overwhelming jealousy, Mao Yuheng couldn’t wait to see Zhou Heng’s corpse lying in two pieces.

Zhou Heng’s gaze turned icy. He initially just wanted to stir up trouble, but should the other party harbor lethal intentions, he wouldn’t mind repaying in kind.

The Mao Family enraged?

Nonsense. He had already foiled the Mao Family’s schemes and killed many of their people, cementing a great feud, so adding one more didn’t make a difference!

As for worrying about the Shangtian Martial Pavilion—there was no need for that either!

The esteemed Saint Yangtian, harboring a heart to revitalize the Martial Path and capable of Cultivation to the Divine Infant Realm, was naturally no narrow-minded individual. He never forbade personal grievances, and as long as the fight didn’t happen within the Martial Pavilion resulting in life-and-death struggles, he would absolutely not interfere.

So, there was no issue in slaughtering Mao Yuheng!

Next, he would enter the Shangtian Martial Pavilion to pay his respects to that Martial Arts Grandmaster and listen to his teachings. The Shangtian Martial Pavilion was akin to the East Spirit Immortal Pond; even the powerful Mao Family wouldn’t dare to act brazenly there, as this would amount to challenging Saint Yangtian himself!

Let alone the fact that Saint Yangtian was a Divine Infant Realm expert himself, what was the Shangtian Martial Pavilion? It was a place coveted by martial artists worldwide. To disrespect the Martial Pavilion was to provoke martial artists everywhere!

Even the Mao Family, with their Divine Infant Realm level power, wouldn’t dare to be so recklessly bold!

"Zhou Heng, come out and fight!" Mao Yuheng’s figure sprang up, then with a thud, he smashed a hole through the wall of the room and leapt out onto the main street.

This commotion naturally disturbed many people, and Mao Yuheng’s friends who were in the same private room also emerged, watching from the sidelines.

Zhou Heng also stepped out, lightly landing on the ground.

"Let the battle begin!" Mao Yuheng roared and started to rush forward.

"Wait!" Zhou Heng suddenly stretched out a hand.

Mao Yuheng came to an abrupt halt, his face showing anger as he barked, "What now?"

Had it not been for the presence of a Spirit Sea Realm powerhouse, he would have had no concerns and would have rushed straight forward to fight. But this was not Guangyuan City, and his clout as the young master of the Mao Family wasn’t very effective here.

"First, settle the bill!" Zhou Heng said seriously.

"What!" Mao Yuheng looked incredulously at Zhou Heng; what was this nonsense?

Zhou Heng sighed and said, "I’m worried that if you die later, you won’t have time to pay the wine bill! Surely the distinguished young master of the Mao Family wouldn’t want to die with the ignominy of unpaid debts, right?"

"Zhou—Heng—" Mao Yuheng roared towards the sky, enraged to the extreme. No longer able to hold back, he lunged fiercely at Zhou Heng, "Triple Strike of the Flood Dragon!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, three Flood Serpents immediately emerged behind him, and it was evident that after several months, he had indeed improved significantly, able to wield this secret technique without any burden!

Zhou Heng revealed a smile tinged with melancholy and said, "Mao Yuheng, the saying goes ’one should view an old friend with fresh eyes after a mere three days apart.’ You’re not the only one who should bear this in mind!"

Hum!

As his gaze intensified, a majestic and domineering aura burst forth from his body, transforming into a purple Heavenly Dragon wreathed in raging flames, lunging at the three Flood Serpents with a gaping maw.

Once a Flood Serpent grows horns and limbs, it can shed its mortal coil, soar through the heavens, and become a dragon, possessing noble and powerful bloodline!

But how does it compare to a true Heavenly Dragon?

Spurt, spurt, spurt!

The three Flood Serpent heads were instantly devoured by the Heavenly Dragon, turning to ash under the fierce purple flames. The headless Flood Serpents thrashed wildly as if suffering immense agony.

"Ah—" Mao Yuheng clutched his head, howling in pain and stumbling backward. The three Flood Serpents were manifestations of his will, closely linked to his divine sense. Their burning felt as if his consciousness was set ablaze, the pain almost bursting his head open.

"Young Master Yu—" Mao Yuheng’s cronies cried out one after another. They all admired the Mao Family’s reputation and were counting on Mao Yuheng to take them back to the Mao Family for prosperity after leaving the Shangtian Martial Pavilion. If something were to happen to Mao Yuheng, all their efforts thus far would be for naught.

Struggling to steady himself, Mao Yuheng’s eyes welled with bloody tears. The three Flood Serpents once again grew their heads—that was the benefit of Bloodline Power. As long as the spiritual power was unbroken and the bloodline uninterrupted, life persisted endlessly.

He looked at the Heavenly Dragon furiously dancing above Zhou Heng’s head and suddenly a legend, passed down for countless years within his family—so ancient the young clansmen paid it no heed—surged within his heart.

"Zhou, Zhou... Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon!"

Zhou Heng’s brows furrowed. Had this guy been scared senseless, spouting such gibberish? However, he really didn’t want to waste words on Mao Family members. He raised his right hand and said, "Mao Yuheng, you can meet your end now!"

"Hmph, even if you possess the bloodline of the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon, so what? It’s been tens of thousands of years; this world no longer belongs to the Zhou Family!" Mao Yuheng shouted, slapped his chest with his hand, and blood gushed from every orifice. The three Flood Serpents atop his head also turned the same blood-red color, their ferocity intensifying.

"With my blood, I summon my ancestors to descend!" He glared at Zhou Heng, his eyes as sharp as knives.

Zhou Heng faintly sensed a strange fluctuation in the air, as if some miraculous power had entered Mao Yuheng’s body, which piqued his curiosity. He was in no hurry to act now.

"Appear!" Mao Yuheng bellowed, and behind him manifested a fourth Flood Serpent.

"Appear!" "Appear!" "Appear!"

He kept shouting loudly, and one by one, Flood Serpents emerged, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight—rapidly reaching the count of eight.

"Appear!"

Mao Yuheng shouted the word "appear" for the ninth time, but no ninth Flood Serpent emerged. He suddenly turned his palm into a blade and stabbed viciously into his own chest; blood spurted violently as he screamed. At last, the ninth Flood Serpent appeared.

Boom!

Mao Yuheng’s aura surged dramatically, instantly breaking through the limits of the Mountains and Rivers Realm and reaching the Spirit Sea Realm!

As the Nine-Headed Hydra appeared, its momentum whirled like a tempestuous sea, causing everyone to involuntarily back away further while still turning pale and trembling uncontrollably.

Xiao Huoshui and the ladies were better off, with Han Yulian forming a barrier with spiritual power. Compared to a true Spirit Sea Realm expert, Mao Yuheng still fell short.

Zhou Heng inwardly sighed, acknowledging that the great families indeed possessed their various secret techniques, which could temporarily grant the strength of the Spirit Sea Realm to a Mountains and Rivers Realm martial artist! However, the requirements for its use must be quite strict, or else he’d have employed it back in the Death Forest.

Spiritual power!

Without sufficient, robust spiritual power, one could never sustain such a drain. Now that Mao Yuheng’s Dantian Space had tripled in size, he was finally able to wield this secret technique.

"Zhou Heng, to die under this move, you can go to the netherworld with a smile!"

Mao Yuheng roared as he charged towards Zhou Heng, the Nine-Headed Hydra baring its fangs ferociously, its elongated, formidable teeth exuding a dreadful chill.

All eyes were fixed on the clash. With such a terrifying move executed, what could Zhou Heng use to defend himself?

The leap from Mountains and Rivers to Spirit Sea represented a qualitative breakthrough!

Zhou Heng smiled slightly. He had already returned the saying "one should view an old friend with fresh eyes after a mere three days apart" to Mao Yuheng, but unfortunately, the latter had failed to grasp the real meaning behind those words.

Indeed, who could have expected his breakthrough to the Spirit Sea Realm?

As he fixed his gaze, the purple Heavenly Dragon atop his head roared and swept towards Mao Yuheng.

Domain!

The intention of attack arrives!

Boom, purple flames whirled, creating a pillar of fire shooting into the sky, while a Heavenly Dragon encircled the pillar, its roar shaking the heavens!

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