Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 747 - 746: "The Old Beggar Appears Again!

Chapter 747: Chapter 746: "The Old Beggar Appears Again!

[PS: Here’s the second release of today. Xiao Gou always keeps his word, never breaks it, never discontinues. Given how hard I work, shouldn’t you brothers reward the Alliance Hierarch?]

In the Nine Netherworld Underworld, Ye Tianchen had heard of it for the first time, yet he knew that this Blood Shadow from the Nine Netherworld Underworld was tremendously formidable. Up until now, he did not know what this Blood Shadow actually looked like, for it was shrouded in a cloud of Blood Mist from head to toe, moving in an extremely strange manner. The Divine Arts it deployed were unfathomably deep and unpredictable, making them impossible to guard against.

To Ye Tianchen, there was no such thing as a real "Underworld." In everyone’s mind, the Underworld was conceived as the place where souls would venture after death, where they would receive reincarnation and judgement. However, in this world where becoming an Immortal was an extravagant hope, how could there possibly be an "Underworld"? Therefore, Ye Tianchen did not believe in it, even if Dongfang Meng did without any doubt. In a world without Immortals, how could there be ghosts?

Numerous Blood Palms, blocking out the sun, pummeled down towards Ye Tianchen, causing the entire sky to tremble. On each palm was a whirlpool seemingly condensed from blood, endlessly devouring everything in space, whether it was tangible matter or the invisible Martial Arts True Power. No wonder, when Ye Tianchen’s fist struck the Blood Shadow’s palm earlier, he had felt his Martial Arts True Power being swallowed up.

Shua!

Shua!

Shua!

Tianchen unleashed tens of Sword Qi slashes, and in his right hand appeared the Taie Sword, the Power Sword. Every strike he delivered was a great Power of Might that cut through the sky, forcibly shattering the descending Blood Palms into pieces, startling the Blood Shadow into emitting continuous, horrified howls, "You have brought me too many surprises. Not only have you inherited the Yijin Jing, but you have also obtained one of the Ancient ten Divine Swords... All of it is mine, all these shall be mine..."

The Blood Shadow seemed to go completely insane, lunging towards Ye Tianchen with a strange talisman in its hands. When it closed within less than a hundred meters of Ye Tianchen, a colossal Death God image appeared behind the Blood Shadow, just like a Death God, towering between heaven and earth with a head resembling a pumpkin and a body covered with dense Ghost Talismans. In its right hand was a Death God’s scythe, its cold eyes fixed intently on Ye Tianchen, and it slashed down with its blade.

Shua!

Ye Tianchen also struck down with a slash, but his blade didn’t hit any substantial thing; on the contrary, he felt as if something within him was being constrained, gradually experiencing a sensation of his soul being torn out. This feeling caused him to break out in a cold sweat, clueless about what kind of Divine Art the Blood Shadow had utilized to invoke such terror.

"Gaga, you’ve been caught by my Netherworld Ghost Hand; your soul will be torn apart bit by bit, and no one can escape from this Divine Art alive," said the Blood Shadow with a sinister voice.

"Golden Buddha Statue!"

In the face of immense peril, Ye Tianchen felt his soul nearly leaving his body and roared out loud. His body jolted, and behind him appeared a towering Buddha Statue, its Buddha Light enveloping him, blinding the opposing Death God and making it hard to keep its eyes open.

The Blood Shadow was greatly alarmed and frowned deeply, unable to help but exclaim, "I didn’t expect you to have such great fortune and insight. Forcing me to personally take action to kill you... Very well, watch as I take your life..."

Whoosh!

The Blood Shadow charged at Ye Tianchen, and even though he felt his soul was about to be ripped out, Ye Tianchen still forcefully summoned a breath of True Qi and, with the Taie Sword in hand, he rushed forward to face the Blood Shadow head-on.

Dongfang Meng watched with a pale face as Ye Tianchen fought with a Blood Shadow in the sky above; Blood Palms filled the air and Taie Sword’s Sword Qi cut through all directions. After battling like this for nearly half an hour, a huge explosion occurred, and only then did the figures of Ye Tianchen and the Blood Shadow separate to opposite sides. Tianchen landed on the ground with fresh blood at the corner of his mouth but still looked up at the Blood Shadow in the sky with determined eyes. The Taie Sword in his right hand shone brightly at that moment, emitting a formidable Sword Qi that no one could afford to underestimate.

"You are the first to be hit by the Netherworld Ghost Hand and still survive; impressive!" the Blood Shadow said coldly, looking at Ye Tianchen.

"Today I may not kill you, but one day I will sever you to avenge the innocent villagers who died tragically!" Ye Tianchen replied coldly, looking back at the Blood Shadow.

"Hahaha, what a bold claim; I, the Netherworld Blood Demon, am hearing for the first time that someone wants to sever me. If you really are Ye Tianchen, I will eventually come find you for the Taie Sword and the Yijin Jing inheritance," the Blood Shadow said, laughing loudly.

"I am Ye Tianchen. If you want revenge, you’re welcome to come find me anytime. And remember, one day I will defeat you and avenge those innocent souls who perished," Ye Tianchen said with a determined look in his eyes as he faced Blood Shadow.

"Hmph, you’ve been struck by my Netherworld Ghost Hand. Even if you don’t drop dead immediately, there are no more than three people in this world who could save you. You better focus on trying to survive!"

As Blood Shadow retreated, the sky returned to its clear state. The blood light that blotted out the sun vanished completely. Up until the end, Ye Tianchen never saw Blood Shadow’s true face. Clutching the Taie Sword in his hand, he coldly watched the space before him. The Nine Netherworld, what kind of legacy was that? Judging by that Blood Shadow’s tone, it was as if he truly controlled the lives and deaths of humans like the Underworld itself. But Ye Tianchen refused to believe in the existence of any "Underworld." If there were no immortals, then how could ghosts exist? Like black and white, they had to coexist; one could not exist without the other. There must be some demon masquerading.

"Tianchen, are you okay?" Dongfang Meng hurried over and asked as she supported Ye Tianchen.

"It’s just a minor injury. That guy was also hit by my sword, or else we really would have been in danger today!" Ye Tianchen said through gritted teeth.

"Then we should leave this place immediately. We can’t stay here long," Dongfang Mengxiang considered before speaking.

"Let’s go, we need to find a place to heal," said Ye Tianchen, suppressing the urge to cough up blood.

After about half an hour of Qi Manipulation Flight, Ye Tianchen could no longer hold back. He landed in a forest, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood, his face deathly pale. He quickly sat down cross-legged and started to heal using his powers.

Dongfang Meng was scared pale. She knew Ye Tianchen was injured but didn’t realize just how gravely until now. With a pallid face and cold sweat on his brow, his alternating red and white complexion during the use of his powers indicated that Ye Tianchen couldn’t contain the injury within his body. Forcing his powers to heal himself posed the risk of deviating from his practice and courting death.

"Tianchen..."

In her urgency, Dongfang Meng placed her palms on Ye Tianchen’s back, continuously infusing him with Martial Arts True Power in an attempt to aid his healing. To her surprise, when she touched his back, she immediately felt the Martial Arts True Power within Ye Tianchen chaotically surging, wreaking havoc in his meridians. If this continued, not only could Ye Tianchen’s meridians burst and kill him, but his Divine Sense could also be completely devoured by the Netherworld Ghost Hand. Especially since there was Superpower within his Dantian, which, if triggered, could prove extremely dangerous since there was no Master Fang Zheng to suppress it this time.

"Ah..."

Dongfang Meng let out a scream as she was repelled and flung away. She simply couldn’t channel her Martial Arts True Power into Ye Tianchen. Inside of him, it felt as if a Death God was rampaging aimlessly, and what Ye Tianchen himself felt was his soul being incessantly pulled as if it was about to separate from his body, an indescribable agony. Even using his Origin True Power to suppress it was of no avail.

"Tianchen!"

"Don’t come closer, I’ve been struck by the Netherworld Blood Demon’s Netherworld Ghost Hand. This Divine Art is too strange, attacking martial artists’ Divine Sense from the inside out and consuming them entirely. If you get affected by it, you’ll be in danger as well..." Ye Tianchen said, his face pallid and teeth clenched, to Dongfang Meng.

"No, even if it means death, I want to be with you. We share life and death together!" Dongfang Meng no longer had any reservations. Seeing Ye Tianchen in such agony and facing a life-threatening crisis, what need was there for a girl’s modesty? Having experienced so much together, their unspoken feelings were clear. Now, in a crisis of life and death, was there anything else to say?

Ignoring everything, Dongfang Meng moved in front of Ye Tianchen. Despite being injured herself and even though she had just been thrown back, Dongfang Meng gathered all her strength to muster a breath of Martial Arts True Power, seeking to help Ye Tianchen drive out the Netherworld Ghost Hand from his body. Considering the chaotic pace of the Martial Arts True Power surging within Ye Tianchen, even if it didn’t cause his meridians to explode, his Divine Sense would be devoured completely.

"Little girl, even if you transfer all your origin power to him, you still won’t be able to heal his wounds. He’s been struck by the Netherworld Blood Demon’s Netherworld Ghost Hand. It’s a very strange Divine Art from the Nine Netherworld that attacks a person’s Divine Sense directly. It also disrupts the Martial Arts True Power within one’s body; it’s difficult to resolve!"

Just then, a familiar voice rang out. Without notice, the mysterious beggar who called himself Old Feng appeared beside them, leaning against a large tree, holding a wine gourd. While speaking calmly, he took occasional sips of wine, startling both Ye Tianchen and Dongfang Meng.

Dongfang Meng was taken aback and hurried to kneel before the beggar, but was stopped by him. She quickly said, "Senior, I beg you to save my friend."

"No need for formalities. The three of us are quite fated. Last time, after eating the two roasted rabbits from you and removing the Sealing Talisman from you, I reckon I owe you a favor. He’s been struck by the Netherworld Ghost Hand; it’s a curse-filled Divine Art, and external forces are useless against it. Only someone who has cultivated the Divine Light Great Flame Curse can heal this!" the old beggar said with a smile. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)