Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 424 - 408 The Hurt Mao Xiyang (1/3)

Chapter 424: Chapter 408 The Hurt Mao Xiyang (1/3)

The Quasi Corpse King was indeed immensely powerful, with the Spiritual Power of a Divine Infant at the Third Layer Heaven combined with the innate brutal strength of a walking corpse, it far surpassed the strength of an average Quasi Heavenly Venerate, and even Zhou Heng found it to be a worthy opponent.

Of course, all this was predicated on the fact that Zhou Heng had not yet employed the powers of the deities.

The physical strength of the walking corpse was equivalent to that of deities, and the Quasi Corpse King had pushed its own strength to the limit, yet Zhou Heng had only used his Spiritual Power, the disparity between them clear at a glance.

Zhou Heng let out a long howl, and the skies were set ablaze with undulating purple flames, as he began his forceful counterattack.

The Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon was inherently the bane of all evil creatures, but Zhou Heng had been holding back to gauge the true strength of the Quasi Corpse King. Now, unleashing its full potential, the purple flames began to voraciously devour the black Milky Way.

Boom!

A swath of purple flame swept over like a massive tsunami crashing onto the shore, unstoppable, enveloping the heavens and earth!

"No, it can’t be!" Mao Xiyang trembled all over. Time after time, he overestimated Zhou Heng, but reality always proved him wrong; every time he underestimated the monstrous nature of the young man, a nature which could no longer be measured by mere talent!

This misjudgment could cost him his life, and it might even put the Mao Family in extreme danger!

If there were no accidents, the other two Quasi Corpse Kings of the Mao Family could break through to the Divinity Transformation Realm within half a year and become the most powerful beings in the Mortal Realm. But with Zhou Heng’s terrifying speed of advancement, even the Divine Infant Realm might not hold him for long.

With the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon’s inherent supremacy over evil creatures, the Mao Family would be utterly suppressed by Zhou Heng, to the point where the entire family might face utter destruction.

He was eager to spread this news, but the Great Yin River Array now isolated them from the outside world, and even he was powerless to act, forced to swallow the bitter pill alone. But the Old Ancestor of the family was wise; after this defeat, they would certainly reassess Zhou Heng’s strength and come up with a new plan.

"Master, you’re so cool!" Little Foodie cheered upon seeing Zhou Heng gaining the upper hand.

"Shh, keep it down!" Black Donkey hastily raised a hoof to his mouth, signaling for silence.

"Why?" Little Foodie frowned in dissatisfaction. Shouldn’t they cheer when Master was being so awesome?

"You little ancestor, you’re only good at making trouble for Donkey Master!" Black Donkey sighed and pointed ahead, "That old fellow with the chin sharp as a monkey’s is coming to hassle us!"

It was only then that Little Foodie noticed Mao Xiyang approaching them. Young and brimming with energy, he had no sense of fear, immediately making a face and taunted, "Ugly freak, come on if you dare, I’ll get Big Mouth Donkey to bite you to death!"

"Little rascal, don’t attract hatred to me!" Black Donkey grumbled unhappily, having no desire to engage in combat unless absolutely necessary.

"If you don’t want to die, kneel before me!" Mao Xiyang gazed fervently at Black Donkey and Wang Ke, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart. Perhaps this was the key to preserving his life, maybe he could even turn defeat into victory!

Hostages could be quite useful!

"Uncle Donkey, take him out!" Little Foodie, needing a favor, was somewhat more polite towards Black Donkey.

"I’ve always believed in peace, how can I indulge in violence? Patron, there’s a cause for every grievance, a debtor for every debt. Go find Zhou, this poor donkey takes his leave!" Black Donkey stood erect, pressing his fronts hoofs together in a gesture of respect, then turned and walked away, his ass wiggling with the sway of a donkey’s tail hanging from a floral skirt fluttering in the wind.

Feeling a surge of explosive anger, Mao Xiyang paused briefly before lashing out with a loud shout, throwing himself at Black Donkey: "Worthless donkey, stay right there!"

"Oh my goodness, Donkey Master is wronged!" Black Donkey cried out in alarm as he dodged and weaved, simultaneously pulling out a silvery-white staff from a Space Artifact.

This was one of Gu Yan’s bones. Although Black Donkey didn’t get the benefits of an Immortal Level heritage, with some cajoling, he had managed to swindle the staff—a bone from an Immortal.

"Ugly old man, I warn you, if you dare to strike, I’ll beat your butt until it blooms, guaranteeing that you’ll be more miserable than a chrysanthemum trampled by a hundred warhorses!" Black Donkey threatened.

"Silence, you vile donkey!" Mao Xiyang was beside himself with rage, deciding to no longer speak with Black Donkey to avoid being vexed to death. He aimed a palm strike at Black Donkey, as a seven-headed Flood Serpent emerged, biting at both Black Donkey and Wang Ke.

Seeing the hideous serpent, Little Foodie was not the least bit frightened; instead, saliva gathered in his mouth as he said, "Uncle Donkey, quickly take down that big snake, we’ll have snake soup later!"

Mao Xiyang almost stumbled and fell to the ground in shock. How could this little brat’s mouth be so viciously sarcastic? He was utterly detestable!

Calm down! Calm down! As long as he captures this boy and donkey, he can menace Zhou Heng. This is the key to resolving today’s crisis. He must not act rashly—this boy and donkey shouldn’t be killed just yet!

"Old monkey, come and fight!" Black Donkey spun the Immortal’s Bone, eager for the skirmish.

Calm down my ass!

Watching Black Donkey’s despicable face, Mao Xiyang could no longer control himself, he lunged forward, launching another palm strike at Black Donkey.

A tiger!

Black Donkey swung the Immortal Bone to meet Mao Xiyang’s attack, shouting, "Old dog, take this Dog Beating Staff from me!"

Mao Xiyang was completely consumed by rage; he had never encountered such a shameless and brazen opponent. In a fight of life and death, instead of concentrating fully, the opponent’s mouth was irrepressibly filthy!

As he saw Black Donkey brandishing the bone, he smirked coldly. With his vision, he could tell that the silvery-white Broken Bone was not a Magic Artifact but rather snapped off from some fierce beast; yet this thing was being wielded as a weapon?

Humph, if this contemptible donkey wanted to court death, why should he refuse?

"As far as hostages go, one little one is enough—kill this damned donkey!"

With a palm strike aimed at the Immortal’s Bone, a vision of his hand shattering the broken bone and releasing a devastating force that would crush the head of the Black Donkey into pieces materialized behind him.

Bang!

The Immortal’s Bone collided with the palm, producing a muffled sound, but faster than the sound was the shockwave of the force, rippling outward in all directions like a tide.

"Ahh—"

"Mommy!"

Two screams echoed at the same time. Mao Xiyang looked at his right hand, which had become deformed, with the back of the palm grotesquely swollen with a bone spur sticking out through the skin, dripping with blood.

—The Immortal Bone was incredibly tough, and more importantly, it retaliated with its power when struck heavily! Although Gu Yan had been dead for countless years, an Immortal was an Immortal, after all; even one billionth of its power was enough to give a Nascent Soul Realm old ancestor a tough time.

Just after Mao Xiyang had screamed, he was astonished to find that the Black Donkey’s cries were even more miserable than his own. He was yelling because his hand bones were shattered, with the bones piercing through the skin, but what was this damned donkey screaming about?

"My treasure, it almost got ruined!" The Black Donkey hugged the Immortal Bone as if it were precious, rubbing its face gently against the bone, "Thank goodness, thank goodness, that old monkey thief didn’t damage it!"

Mao Xiyang felt a surge of anger churning within him, momentarily forgetting the pain in his palm. It felt as though there was fire burning in his heart, wishing he could tear that damned donkey to a thousand pieces!

How could there be something so shameless in this world!

If you were so worried about the treasure getting damaged, you should never have taken it out in the first place! Now, that treasure was unscathed, while his hand was broken. Could there be anything more humiliating?

"Damned donkey, I will tear you to pieces!" Mao Xiyang completely lost himself in rage, his body shuddering with an overwhelming aura that formed a phantom of a seven-headed Flood Serpent above his head. Then he spat blood at the phantom, and with a puff, an eighth head grew on the serpent.

Puff, a ninth head appeared!

Nine-Headed Hydra, the ancestral bloodline, the strongest battle power!

This was the result of sacrificing an immense amount of Deity power in exchange for reaching the ancient ancestor’s purest Nine-Headed Hydra bloodline, drastically enhancing his strength for a brief period, virtually making him invincible within his realm!

With a roar, he reached out with a palm strike directed at the Black Donkey.

"I’ll sweep away!" The Black Donkey swung the Immortal Bone at Mao Xiyang, the bone disrupting space and creating a series of twisted shadows.

Mao Xiyang, having learned his lesson, naturally wouldn’t clash directly with the Immortal Bone again. His palm twisted and bent like a Spirit Snake, seemingly boneless, as it maneuvered around the Immortal Bone’s blockade and aimed straight for the Black Donkey’s chest.

"Close the doors, release the dog!" The Black Donkey chuckled heinously.

The Little Foodie was already prepared, opening its mouth wide and biting down hard on Mao Xiyang’s hand.

—At another time, he definitely wouldn’t have cooperated with the Black Donkey, but Mao Xiyang’s last name was Mao, and everyone with that surname was his enemy!

Mao Xiyang hesitated for a moment; he could tell the realm of Wang Ke. With just a bite, this little Initial Separation Realm youngster would surely explode into pieces from the shock alone!

Could a dead person still be a hostage?

While he hesitated, the Little Foodie had already savagely bitten down, and with a wet crunch, blood splattered everywhere.

"Ah—" Mao Xiyang quickly withdrew his hand, and upon looking, he saw that his little finger and ring finger had both been bitten off! He really was having an unlucky streak: his hand had just recovered from being broken by the Immortal Bone, and now a supreme glutton was gnawing on his fingers!

At this moment, Mao Xiyang was filled with endless shock!

A mere Initial Separation Realm kid had bitten off two of his fingers! This was definitely the ferocity of an ancient ferocious beast, with far too strong a bite!

Mao Xiyang felt like weeping but had no tears. Had he offended the higher powers? The Black Donkey was only at the Second Layer Heaven of the Nascent Soul Realm, and the Little Child was out of the question. He himself was at the Third Layer Heaven of the Nascent Soul Realm and, after summoning the bloodline of the ancient past, his battle power was close to the limit of the Nascent Soul Realm. How could he not subdue a donkey and a small child, and instead be receiving such losses?

Was there no justice in the world?

His eyes radiated murderous intent; it seemed that his strength wasn’t enough, he needed to resort to even greater powers!

Mao Xiyang took out a pill from his bosom and swallowed it without a second glance. "Ahh—" he screamed miserably, as if undergoing severe torture, with each hair on his head standing on end.

"Donkey Master, what’s he doing?" Wang Ke asked curiously.

"The pain from your bite was too much for him; he’s decided to commit suicide by poison!" said the Black Donkey, as unreliable as ever.

Swipe, swipe, swipe—Mao Xiyang’s hair began to fall out, revealing a shiny bald head. Immediately after, his skin contracted and withered, transforming in an instant into a dried-up piece of wood.

"I suddenly have a bad feeling about this!" the Black Donkey muttered. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)