r18novel Chapter 32 Fellow Daoist, why don't you come and chat with me in my Ten Thousand Soul Banner?
Chapter 32 Fellow Daoist, why don't you come and chat with me in my Ten Thousand Soul Banner?
As the ruins gradually coalesced into a giant, Zhao Yan could only sigh deeply.
He had already recognized what kind of tactic this was.
The Great Divine Power Talisman - Divine Weapon Descending from Heaven Talisman!
He looked at the gray-haired boy standing on the giant's head with a complicated expression.
"As expected, you are the true successor of the Three Truths..."
Zhao Yan shook his head and gave a self-deprecating smile:
"I've fallen into their trap."
His gaze swept over Ma Chao, Miao Qingqing, Huang Erguo, and Bai Xiaoxiao, finally settling on Gao Haoguang, his tone suddenly turning cold:
"But to send someone like you, who doesn't even have any minor supernatural abilities, to ambush my underlings is a huge underestimation of me!"
Zhao Yan's face contorted in a ferocious expression.
[Innate Divine Ability: Great Hellish Blood Body!]
His magical power surged wildly, like water bursting from a dam, pouring into the blood-soaked body that had trapped Hai Shan.
Prices are soaring!
The blood-like body that was originally used to trap Hai Shan expanded wildly under the infusion of magical power.
In the blink of an eye, it rose from the ground and transformed into a giant with a blood-red body, standing shoulder to shoulder with the divine weapon descending from the sky controlled by Gao Haoguang.
Two enormous figures stood atop the ruins of the Wu Mansion, like ancient demons descending to earth.
The moonlight was blocked by their bodies, and the earth trembled beneath their feet.
Gao Haoguang stood on the stone man's shoulder, looking up at the giant opposite him, whose body was entirely blood red and exuded a strong stench, his teeth clenched.
This was the first time he had encountered an enemy that even Jiang Mingzi's magic talisman couldn't defeat.
My magical power is insufficient; I should not fight him for too long!
Strike first!
Having figured out his tactical strategy, Gao Haoguang no longer hesitated.
He formed a hand seal, and his magical power surged into the stone figure beneath his feet like a tidal wave.
The stone man took a sudden step forward, the ground shattered with a roar, and his ten-meter-tall body carried the force of Mount Tai pressing down. His right fist stirred up a muffled gust of wind and smashed straight toward the face of the Great Evil Blood Body!
Before the fist even arrived, the wind from it had already scattered the rubble and debris around the bloodied man.
Despite Gao Haoguang's attack, the blood-covered man remained calm and composed.
Under Zhao Yan's control, it gently extended its right hand, its five fingers loosely clenched.
A beam of blood-red light condensed, stretched, and took shape in his palm—
A long, curved blade appeared in the blood-red man's hand, its blade crimson with a faint, flowing light of blood, as if it were alive.
Great Evil Blood Weapon - Blood Intent Blade!
Grasping the scimitar, the bloodied man suddenly exerted his strength.
A flash of light.
They came from behind but surpassed others!
The scimitar drew a strange arc, striking the stone man's incoming right fist precisely.
"Bang--!!!"
A deafening roar erupted as metal and stone clashed.
The shockwaves generated by the collision of giants over ten meters tall spread out in all directions like visible ripples.
The ruins of the Wu family compound were completely shattered by the shockwave, and the bricks, tiles, beams, and pillars were blown away as if they were made of paper.
The terrifying residual power alone was enough to cause the remaining seekers of the Dharma to bleed from all seven orifices.
Faced with such a victory, Zhao Yan's lips curled into a cold smile.
"As expected, it was just a moment of panic."
He thought that Sanzhen had indeed buried a powerful being to ambush him.
That's why they sent those disciples over to fill the candy box.
Upon closer inspection—
"You three Zhen, that's really all the people you have right now, isn't it?"
Zhao Yan stared at Gao Haoguang, his gaze sharp as a knife, dissecting him word by word:
"Among all the people in the group, the most lethal one is actually the powerful magic talisman in the young man's hand."
"Sanzhen, you've really fallen on hard times."
A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips:
"Brother, are you Sanzhen's last trump card?"
"How many powerful magical talismans can you use?"
"One? Or two?"
Zhao Yan's voice suddenly rose in pitch:
"Let me show you!"
Gao Haoguang's heart sank when his secret was exposed.
But he did not back down.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
He gritted his teeth, once again manipulating the stone golem to step forward, his right fist, imbued with the remaining magical power, slamming fiercely towards Zhao Yan's face.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yan seemed not to have reacted at all, and the blood-covered man actually stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding.
"boom--!!!"
The stone man's fist slammed solidly into the blood man's chest.
The blood-red giant collapsed like a shattered clay sculpture.
Blood splattered everywhere, turning into a rain of blood that fell heavily on the ruins.
Gao Haoguang's expression froze for a moment.
What's going on?
He's out of magic power?
The thought had barely formed when Zhao Yan's voice rang out again.
"Young man, is this your first time using the Divine Weapon Descent Talisman?"
The sound didn't come from the shattered, bloodied figures, but from the other side of the ruins.
Zhao Yan stood there unharmed, a calm smile on his lips:
"Controlling a humanoid figure that is much larger than oneself requires a long period of training."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shattered blood seemed to be drawn back by an invisible hand, flowing wildly backward.
Before the stone man, amidst a rain of blood, a brand new crimson giant materialized out of thin air.
It was smaller than before, but Gao Haoguang felt waves of danger washing over him, like a tidal wave engulfing him.
The aura emanating from the blood-soaked man changed.
If the previous blood-soaked figure was a colossal beast built from brute force, then this blood-soaked figure is like a sharpened blade.
Every joint and every muscle line exudes a well-trained precision and sharpness.
"With one punch, the center is wide open!"
Zhao Yan's voice suddenly turned stern, like a master reprimanding a good-for-nothing disciple.
The crimson giant took a step forward, crouching low, and his right fist, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, slammed straight towards the stone man's face.
"Bang!"
The stone man was struck so hard that he staggered backward, almost losing his footing.
The crimson giant pressed its advantage, giving Gao Haoguang no chance to catch his breath.
Another punch.
Gao Haoguang hurriedly manipulated the stone figure to extend its left hand to block, and the fist collided with the arm, sending fragments of stone flying.
However, Zhao Yan's Blood Man Fist was extremely unpredictable. His fist suddenly changed direction in mid-air, bypassing the stone man's hastily raised left arm, and struck his face again.
"Bang!"
A large chunk of the stone figure's head broke off, and rubble rained down.
broken!
He wants to take the path of overcoming strength with skill!
Gao Haoguang was greatly shocked and desperately tried to stabilize the swaying stone figure, attempting to reorganize the defense.
But the crimson giants' attacks came wave after wave, like a raging storm, giving the stone man no chance to catch his breath.
Zhao Yan's voice was cold and precise, each word like a knife, cutting into Gao Haoguang's heart:
"Weak forehand, poor backhand!"
"boom--"
"Walking unsteadily, eyes vacant!"
"Bang! Bang!"
"Not a single part of him looks presentable!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The crimson giant's fists rained down like a storm, each strike landing precisely on the points where the stone man's magical power was concentrated.
That is the core node that maintains the divine weapon descending from the heavens talisman.
With a single punch, the stone man's left arm shattered.
Another punch, and his right leg shattered.
Another punch, and the runes on his chest dimmed.
The stone figure teetered on the brink of collapse, its body riddled with cracks that spread like a spiderweb, making it almost impossible for it to coalesce and take shape.
Gao Haoguang gritted his teeth and desperately poured his remaining magical power into the talisman to keep the stone figure from dispersing.
But just then, he saw a knife.
An unprecedented blood-red blade is slowly taking shape in the blood-red man's hands.
Gao Haoguang's pupils suddenly contracted.
Is this the guy who could fight the Turtle Immortal a thousand years ago?
That's an exaggeration.
For the first time, Gao Haoguang felt like he was challenging a mountain with an almost insurmountable peak.
The mountain weighed heavily on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
But that's how it is—
That's exactly what I wanted!
A flame ignited in Gao Haoguang's eyes.
Zhao Yan's gaze turned cold, giving his opponent no further chances:
"That's about enough, it's time to end this."
The long guan dao (a type of halberd) took shape completely in the hands of the blood-soaked man.
The Great Evil Blood Weapon: Crimson Wolf Moon-Slaying Blade!
The blade was blood-red, and the phantom of a greedy wolf on its edge howled towards the sky, as if it wanted to devour the moon.
The crimson giant gripped his sword with both hands, his body sank, and then—
cut!
A blood-red halberd depicting the greedy wolf flashed by.
That strike was incredibly fast, so fast that it even cleaved the moonlight in two.
A crimson dividing line suddenly appeared on Gao Haoguang's stone figure, running from his left shoulder to his right waist.
No sound.
There was no explosion.
Only a sliver of red light.
"boom--!!!"
Only then did the stone figure's upper body slowly slide down, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
Stones tumbled and rubble flew everywhere.
On the sea behind the stone figure, a ravine tens of feet long appeared out of thin air. The seawater was cleaved by the sword energy, creating huge waves several feet high that could not be closed for a long time.
The power of a single strike is truly astounding.
"In the end, my younger brother won this round."
Zhao Yan paused, his gaze falling on the small figure in the dust, a hint of mutual respect appearing in his eyes:
"If we had given him more time, he might have really gotten himself killed by the heavens."
Smoke and dust filled the air, and the ruins lay silent.
Zhao Yan turned around, preparing to deal with the remaining members of the Three Truths Sect.
however--
"No."
Amidst the billowing dust, Gao Haoguang's voice pierced through the air.
The voice was weak and tired, as if it had used up its last bit of strength.
But his tone carried a chilling certainty.
"Enough time."
Gao Haoguang raised his head, his gray hair covered in dust and bloodstains, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
"Senior brother! Make your move!"
Senior brother?!
Zhao Yan's expression changed.
This kid has a backup plan?!
A gust of wind rushed straight to the back of his head.
The sound of the wind was so subtle that it would have been almost impossible to detect if it weren't for Zhao Yan's honed combat intuition.
But by the time he realized it, the strong wind was already right next to him.
Zhao Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively wanted to turn around.
wrong.
There was no time to turn around.
He lunged forward, trying to create some distance.
But halfway through the turn, his body involuntarily froze in place.
An invisible force descended from the sky, like an invisible giant hand, gripping his soul tightly.
It is not a physical restraint, nor a suppression of magical power, but a fundamental imprisonment that acts directly on the depths of the soul.
It was as if an invisible hand had reached into his body and seized the lifeline of his soul.
[Soul Binding and General Command]!
Zhao Yan felt his consciousness freeze in an instant, as if he had been thrown into an ice cave.
My body is completely immobile.
I can't even blink.
Just then, a burly figure silently appeared behind him.
Xia Chuan.
He had been waiting.
When Zhao Yan's bloody body and Gao Haoguang's stone figure fought to the point of mutual destruction.
Just when Zhao Yan's attention was completely focused on Gao Haoguang, and just when Zhao Yan thought the situation was settled and relaxed his vigilance,
Then, he made his move.
Xia Chuan reached out with his right hand, his five thick fingers gripping Zhao Yan's head like iron pincers.
【Soul Release】!
Invisible cutting lines instantly appeared at Xia Chuan's fingertips, climbing up like a spider web and densely intertwining and binding Zhao Yan's head.
That profound power, representing the division of the soul, spread wildly along the cutting lines, heading straight for Zhao Yan's soul core.
Zhao Yan's eyes widened.
This feeling... is it killing me?!
There wasn't enough time to switch people completely!
Zhao Yan bit his tongue and recklessly activated the remaining magical power within his body.
[A monstrous body swaps bodies!]
"Sizzle—"
A soul-severing slash is activated.
The invisible cutting line tightened instantly, like a noose cutting into the throat.
However, it was not Zhao Yan's head that fell.
Instead, it was the head of the bloodied man at his feet.
The enormous, blood-red head was severed cleanly at the base by the cutting line, like a ripe fruit falling from a branch.
"BOOM—!!!"
Without its core, the Blood Man lost its support, and its blood-red giant body collapsed, turning into a torrential downpour of blood.
Blood gushed out like a waterfall, turning the entire ruins of the Wu family into a crimson swamp.
Smoke and dust rose, and blood mist filled the air.
Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, his legs weak and he could barely stand.
He temporarily swapped heads with Blood Body, allowing him to seize the killing move that Xia Chuan had been waiting for.
But then a sharp pain shot through his head, tinnitus surged like a tidal wave, and his vision blurred.
But what's even more serious is the emptiness inside.
What was something forcibly ripped out of my mind?
"Wow, you still managed to get it."
A figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.
The figure was as imposing as a mountain, and each step he took on the blood-soaked gravel produced a dull thud.
The moonlight shone through the lingering smoke and dust, outlining the man's broad shoulders and steady steps.
Zhao Yan stared in disbelief at Xia Chuan emerging from the dust and smoke.
"It was you?!"
"You...you're from Sanzhen?!"
Xia Chuan did not answer his question, but looked at Zhao Yan and sighed slowly.
The sigh carried an indescribable emotion, like regret or helplessness.
"But I feel that a portion of it was indeed cut off."
Xia Chuan raised his right hand and looked at the black bloodstains remaining on his fingertips:
"I'm guessing it's something like your memories?"
Zhao Yan's expression changed.
Deep in my heart, a memory is crumbling.
It was a memory of a person—her voice, her scent, the warmth of her palms, the curve of her eyes when she smiled.
Those images that were once as clear as yesterday are now peeling away, shattering, and dissipating piece by piece, like ashes scattered by the wind.
Zhao Yan desperately tried to grab and grasp, attempting to hold those fragments in his palm.
But memories are like flowing water; the harder you try, the faster they slip away.
That person's laughter is fading into the distance, that person's face is blurring, that person's name—
Zhao Yan was startled.
He discovered that he was starting to forget his senior's name.
No.
No.
We must not forget.
Never forget!
The obsession brought about by the long time, the longing accumulated over a thousand years, all transformed into a tyrannical force at this moment, erupting from the depths of Zhao Yan's soul.
He clutched those remaining fragments of memory tightly, pressing them deep within his heart, guarding and sealing them away with all his will.
It's like a drowning person clinging desperately to the last piece of driftwood.
"Senior Sister!!!"
Zhao Yan stared at Xia Chuan with bloodshot eyes, tears welling up in his eyes.
"How dare you, how dare you..."
Xia Chuan's lips curled up:
"How dare you!"
He paused, looked directly into Zhao Yan's bloodshot eyes, and said, word by word:
"That person, is she your wife?"
Zhao Yan froze.
"After you woke up, you buried her on that other side of the mountain, which took me quite a bit of effort."
Xia Chuan calmly recounted his actions.
But every word that fell into Zhao Yan's ears was like a thunderclap.
Zhao Yan's face stiffened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his voice changed tone:
"What did you say?"
He did indeed bury his senior sister there, after she was resurrected as a Dharma corpse.
That was his last promise to his senior sister.
We will meet again, and be by each other's side.
Until the other shore.
Xia Chuan did not answer Zhao Yan's question.
He simply snapped his fingers.
"Smack."
A soft sound rang out clearly in the deathly silence of the ruins.
"To bind spirits and command generals."
Xia Chuan's voice was deep, like a murmur coming from underground.
Before Zhao Yan's incredulous gaze, a fragmented and semi-transparent figure slowly emerged from Xia Chuan's palm.
The figures were blurry, as if viewed through frosted glass; facial features and clothing were indistinct.
But that figure, that posture, that faintly familiar aura—
Needless to say.
"Senior sister?!?"
Zhao Yan gasped in shock, his voice trembling.
His body moved forward uncontrollably, then abruptly stopped.
That figure, that lingering soul, the person he had longed for day and night for a thousand years—
She was dressed in a snow-white blue robe, with long hair flowing like a waterfall, and her features were cool and aloof.
It was right in the palm of that young man opposite him.
Xia Chuan's lips curled up.
"Her remnant soul is now at my disposal."
The moment the words left his mouth, the figure trembled violently.
On the translucent remnant soul, crimson spread like a tide, climbing upwards from the feet, and in the blink of an eye, it dyed the entire figure a blood red.
Under Zhao Yan's astonished gaze, the blood-red body slowly changed.
Twist, stretch, reshape.
Facial features emerged, and the body solidified.
In the end, it transformed into a blood-red figure that was even taller than Xia Chuan himself.
The face of that figure—
Exactly the same as Xia Chuan.
The human and the blood-soaked body spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping, deep and resonant, carrying a chilling resonance, like a demonic chant piercing the ears:
"Fellow Daoist,"
"Why not come and have a chat within my Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"