Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 350 - 338: Spirit Snake Crown (3/3)

Chapter 350: Chapter 338: Spirit Snake Crown (3/3)

"’How dare two juniors from the Spirit Sea Realm act so presumptuously before me!’" Mao Qianwu snorted coldly, as the ghostly light from the skull deity above his head intensified, bringing forth countless ghost shadows that launched an assault on Zhou Heng and Sang Qingshan.

"Scram!" Zhou Heng’s thunderous roar rang out, as the golden figure also roared furiously, swinging the black sword and the purple Heavenly Dragon at the ghost shadows in a slashing motion.

With a series of plop sounds, like boiling soup melting snow, wherever the sword qi and the Heavenly Dragon went, the ghost shadows let out pitiful, strange screams and melted away one after another! However, compared to the ghost shadows unleashed by Yang Zhan, these were much stronger and immediately reformed after being melted.

"Brother Zhou, is this man from the Yang family?" Sang Qingshan asked, a look of confusion on his face.

Everyone knew that the Yang family had inherited the teachings of the Ghost Corpse Sect, so Sang Qingshan immediately attributed Mao Qianwu to the Yang family, although he couldn’t recall such an expert in the Yang family!

Of course, every major clan had its secrets; many experts, although not well-known, could easily come forward and suppress a region!

When they traveled the world for cultivation experience in the past, they all used pseudonyms, appearing like loose cultivators. These people were the secret weapons of their clans.

During this conversation, he let out a long howl and with a flourish of his hands, a giant python formed from spiritual power appeared, slaughtering those ghost shadows.

Zhou Heng also went all out; amidst the vibration of the Black Sword, he unleashed a series of black sword waterfalls, with the purple Heavenly Dragon raging fiercely, constantly burning down the ghost shadows, saying, "He’s not from the Yang family, he’s Mao Qianwu from the Mao Family!"

"What, the Mao Family?" Sang Qingshan exclaimed, shocked as the giant python was devoured by a swarm of ghosts, and was instantly covered in wounds. "How did the Mao Family also obtain the heritage of the Ghost Corpse Sect!" He was so shocked he could hardly accept it.

"That’s something you’ll have to ask the old man himself!" Zhou Heng unleashed all his ultimate moves—Eight-Colored Lotus, golden fists, purple Heavenly Dragon, snow filling the sky—but being one Great Realm lower, he was still overwhelmingly suppressed.

"Hmph, the dead don’t need to know so much!" Mao Qianwu’s killing intent surged. He had previously confided a great secret to Zhou Heng, hoping to entice him, to make Zhou Heng follow him willingly or even hand over the inheritance of the Three Yang Heavenly Venerate directly.

In his mind, eternal life was what everyone dreamt of, and with such a huge temptation thrown out, how could Zhou Heng not take the bait? Not to mention Zhou Heng, even if a Heavenly Venerate of the Divinity Transformation Realm should reappear and hear about eternal life, they would be tempted!

Unfortunately, he had underestimated Zhou Heng’s ambition!

In Zhou Heng’s opinion, he would definitely be able to slay the illusionary and become immortal after breaking into the Divinity Transformation Realm; why would he need to do something so unrighteous? Moreover, the Mao Family had nearly killed Zhou Dinghai, an unforgivable deed for Zhou Heng, ensuring that one side had to be completely eradicated!

Mao Qianwu’s expression turned frosty; since Zhou Heng was stubbornly resistant, he only had the choice to slay him on the spot! Although doing so wouldn’t guarantee obtaining the inheritance of the Three Yang Heavenly Venerate, the Treasure Pagoda and the treasured sword were tangible gains—once Zhou Heng was killed, he could take them!

With a fierce wave of his hands, he pushed out and both palms transformed into a Seven-Headed Snake, attacking Zhou Heng and Sang Qingshan respectively.

The Nine-Headed Hydra!

This was the Bloodline Power of the Mao Family. Even though they somehow also received the heritage of the Ghost Corpse Sect, the Bloodline Power could be used as a martial arts technique, and there was no conflict! Compared to Mao Yuheng’s Three-Headed Snake, Mao Qianwu’s Bloodline Power was much stronger.

Seven Snakes and ghost shadows, all attacking Zhou Heng and Sang Qingshan simultaneously.

"Brother Zhou, let me take the lead in this battle!" Sang Qingshan laughed boldly, "Your divine growth has been rapid after the battle with Yingshan Muzhi, making me quite envious! Therefore, let this battle be mine!"

Zhou Heng wielded the Black Sword, fending off the ghost shadows, and he too laughed loudly, "Brother Sang, please do as you wish!"

"You two juniors, clueless about life and death!" Mao Qianwu roared in anger. Was he like a fish in the market to be picked and chosen by two juniors?

Sang Qingshan took out a helmet from his Space Artifact and put it on; it was a green metal snakehead helmet, but one of its corners was broken. After he put it on, his aura shot up exponentially, as if a Heavenly Venerate from ancient times had risen, full of immense authority.

"The Spirit Snake Crown?" Mao Qianwu’s eyes suddenly heated up, "I didn’t expect the Spirit Snake Crown to end up in your hands, no wonder you’ve formed a divine Spirit Snake! Hahaha, my Mao Family holds the Nine-Headed Hydra bloodline; this Spirit Snake Crown could only unleash its greatest power in the hands of my Mao Family, hand it over to me!"

Putting Zhou Heng aside for the moment, he directed both the ghost shadows and the Seven-Headed Snake to bombard Sang Qingshan.

"Go!" Sang Qingshan’s eyes flashed fiercely, and with a wave of his hands, he unleashed a sharp blast of Vigorous Qi that transformed into a knife peak hundreds of feet long, slashing towards Mao Qianwu.

Boom!

As the blade’s edge swept past, the ghost shadows and Seven-Headed Snake were all sliced into two, and the residual force did not fade as it entered the mountain wall, resulting in a thunderous noise, making it seem like the sky itself was collapsing!

"Quite the junior!" Mao Qianwu grew even more furious, his hands forming seals, spinning continuously as ghost shadows and Seven-Headed Snakes reappeared. His eyebrows bristled and the deity above his head also opened its skull mouth wide, radiating malevolent light.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Sang Qingshan, fighting single-handedly against Mao Qianwu, was able to exchange blows equally, not falling behind at all!

Zhou Heng stepped aside to watch, his heart gradually gaining insight.

The helmet worn by Sang Qingshan was clearly a treasure, not like typical peerless magical instruments that could fight on their own, but rather it enhanced Sang Qingshan’s own battle power! It was not a matter of spiritual power, but divine!

This treasure was ineffective for an ordinary martial artist, because only one who already possessed a divine being could be enhanced by it.

Sang Qingshan’s spiritual power level hadn’t changed, but his deities seemed to be injected with vigor as if he had taken a shot of chicken blood, extremely active, crazily enhancing his battle power to the point where he could contend with a true Nascent Soul Realm expert!

Zhou Heng’s brow slightly furrowed, Sang Qingshan’s current battle power was indeed formidable, but there were also significant hidden worries, namely endurance! How could there be strength gained without effort in this world? Sang Qingshan’s soaring battle power came at the cost of overextending his future strength for a short-term explosive burst!

If he couldn’t defeat Mao Qianwu within the limited time, then without surprise, his situation would become exceptionally awful!

This guy, he’s really going all out!

But daring to risk one’s life is one thing; whose life is being gambled away is another! Since Mao Qianwu could withstand Sang Qingshan’s current attack, as ferocious as a storm, then naturally he could hold out until Sang Qingshan showed signs of collapse and achieve victory in one fell swoop!

No matter what, Mao Qianwu is undisputedly the strongest among the three, and the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Realm is not bragging!

But the old fellow’s complexion was likewise terrible, being entangled by a junior of the Spirit Sea Realm and unable to claim victory, how could his old face hold any light, indignantly wishing he could crush Sang Qingshan to death to relieve his anger!

Zhou Heng sighed on the sidelines, thinking that killing a Nascent Soul Realm old ancestor is truly difficult! Previously, he used himself as bait, nearly getting killed by Yingshan Muzhi, before luring the opponent into a trap and cutting him down with Sky-soaring Nine Forms. But such a tactic works once, not twice; would another Nascent Soul Realm old ancestor be a fool to fall for it again?

He secretly prepared himself, as soon as Sang Qingshan showed a sign of defeat, he would rush out to save him and flee using the Swift Cloud Radiant Step!

Sang Qingshan was able to stand out among the young prodigies of his generation and become one of the limited few who formed deities, naturally possessing extraordinary aspects, with his innate battle talent being exceptionally strong. Furthermore, the Sang Family, equally a top powerhouse of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, ensured that the martial arts techniques he used were of the highest grade.

When his power increased to the level where he could contend with Mao Qianwu, it was like a peacock spreading its wings, fully unleashing his dazzling brilliance.

However, how could Mao Qianwu be any less exceptional?

Who among those who have advanced into the Nascent Soul Realm is not a genius among geniuses?

Even if Sang Qingshan could match him in strength, defeating this seasoned Nascent Soul Realm old ancestor was wishful thinking, but a hearty battle would undoubtedly be extremely beneficial for the growth of Sang Qingshan’s deities!

Of course, this couldn’t be compared to Zhou Heng’s previous experiences, who was repeatedly on the brink of life and death, the immense pressure was incomparable to Sang Qingshan’s current ordeal!

From peak to decline!

After half an hour of battle, Sang Qingshan’s face turned deathly pale, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, and when he swung a strike, every muscle twitched as if they were about to tear apart.

Zhou Heng still hadn’t made a move, now was the real test of Sang Qingshan’s willpower, the longer he persisted in this state, the greater the benefits for the growth of his deities!

"You brat, die!" Mao Qianwu certainly wasn’t willing to be someone else’s whetstone. As one declined and the other flourished, he launched a powerful attack. The Seven-Headed Snake and Ghost Shadows roared like thunder, vibrating with an intimidating aura.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths!

Zhou Heng’s gaze was sharp as a sword; the duration that Sang Qingshan could keep persisting shrank to only a count of breaths!

Ten breaths!

Whoosh! Zhou Heng shot out, just at the moment when Sang Qingshan delivered another palm strike, which came without a trace of vigorous power, and he plummeted straight down from the sky!

"Seven Snakes Slash!" Mao Qianwu bellowed, his arms transforming into two gigantic Seven-Headed Snakes akin to mountains, tearing towards Sang Qingshan.

Zhou Heng stepped on the air, pushing the Swift Cloud Radiant Step to its limit!

Boom!

Both Seven-Headed Snakes, their fourteen heads biting simultaneously, missed their target by a fraction of a second. In the next moment, Zhou Heng, sword in hand, burst forth, the black sword shadow tearing through Ghost Shadows, whizz, whizz, whizz, with Sang Qingshan under his left arm, he rapidly skirted away!

"Don’t run!" Mao Qianwu, maddened with rage, pursued without hesitation.

But to compete with the Swift Cloud Radiant Step in terms of speed?

Zhou Heng moved with astonishing swiftness, even while carrying another person he remained out of Mao Qianwu’s reach, not just maintaining the distance but widening it!

"You brats, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, this old man will cut off your heads!" Mao Qianwu was on the verge of going insane!

Did these two juniors think he was a brothel courtesan, to be taken advantage of at their leisure and left once they had their fill?

"Old ghost, are you sure you want to keep chasing?" Zhou Heng asked with a smile as he looked back. In the sky above, the shadow of a massive warship was cast, and the muzzles of eighteen Spirit Light Cannons turned, locking onto Mao Qianwu. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)