Chapter 142: Chapter 85: Voracious Rat Devours the Buddha, Li Xuan Becomes a Rainbow
The clash of forces!
The ink-colored Vajra abruptly clasped its hands around the headless "Buddha" and thrust downward fiercely.
The headless "Buddha" took the hit, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
That mouthful of blood greatly weakened its strength, no longer able to withstand the power of the pig-riding antler giant shadow sword.
The headless "Buddha" could no longer effectively resist and cried out in horror: "Spare me, my king! I have a secret... a secret..."
But Li Xuan’s intent to kill it was very clear.
This slippery rat would run away at the slightest slip-up.
A secret?
He wasn’t greedy.
Besides, he couldn’t tell if it was lying.
Those who deserve to die should be killed, and if you decide to kill, don’t hesitate. If King Yama wants you dead by midnight, who can claim they’ll survive till dawn? If not killing, are you waiting for some dogshit disaster to happen?
The sword’s light was like a rainbow, violently tearing through the air, creating explosive sounds in mid-air, then decisively slashing down, slicing into the rat’s neck, though not completely through.
That neck was too hard!
The headless "Buddha" stared with wide eyes, resisting desperately.
The pig-riding antler giant shadow pulled the sword back and forth, like a saw making harsh cuts, until finally, the head fell off.
The sharp hairs on the headless "Buddha"’s body lost strength and gradually calmed down.
But Li Xuan was not careless at all, directly controlling two demonic forms and an illusionary puppet to dismember this headless "Buddha".
This corpse was extremely tough, even the bones were as sharp as steel blades, but even so, it was torn apart into incomplete pieces.
Until demonic blood surged out, forming a pool of blood, a figure with two large tentacles leaped into the air and landed with a "bang", then pointed a finger towards the fresh demonic blood.
In no time, the demonic blood drilled into his fingertip.
An unprecedented power surged forth.
Meanwhile, the demonic blood on the ground rapidly coagulated as it lost its power.
The demonic corpse couldn’t turn into a ghost, something Li Xuan had casually tested before.
At this moment, having absorbed the demonic blood, he quickly headed west.
After a short tea break, he saw the responding evil ghosts at the crossroads ahead, as well as Rose, who was still in a dazed state. He grabbed her, cradling her in his arms like a princess, then took the "incense Buddha statue" previously offered by the headless "Buddha" and sped forward.
Now the Prime Minister’s manor was surrounded on three sides by mountains, he had to flee.
As for the evil ghosts, they each found a fire and bathed in it, allowing the bodies that should have rested with their souls to turn to ashes, leaving no traces behind.
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...
Li Xuan had just left.
The red torches looked like scattered stars in the black forest, everywhere.
Martial artists searched everywhere and finally, when dawn’s light illuminated the peaks, found the incredibly horrifying battle scene in a deep gorge, and the demon that had been completely dismembered.
A man with a delicate appearance stood at the scene, crouched down, carefully assembling the shattered corpse pieces back together into a roughly discernible large black rat.
He lifted a hand, picked up a shattered bone joint.
He squeezed it with his hand, very heavy;
He felt it with his hand, harder than steel.
His expression was grave as he scanned the surroundings.
A martial artist approached and said: "Lord Xie, what should we do now?"
This delicate man was the top martial artist of the Prime Minister’s manor—Xie Feng.
Xie Feng said: "No need to pursue further."
"But..." The martial artist hesitated.
Xie Feng said: "This should be the target we were chasing."
"The... Buddha?" The martial artist was somewhat incredulous.
Xie Feng said: "What Buddha? Just a Tier One demon."
Though he spoke lightly, he was very cautious in his heart.
He looked at the scattered bone fragments and flesh, weighing how he would fare if he were in this place.
This demon’s constitution was a bit stronger than his, but not outrageous. In a face-to-face encounter, consideration of power and speed is needed. Of course, the most terrifying thing about demons isn’t their physical strength, but their demon technique.
As for power...
Xie Feng looked at the deep pits on the ground, then at the rocks already crushed to dust.
He couldn’t make a judgment because it depends on how long the fight lasted to cause such marks.
Overall, this post-battle scene hadn’t yet exceeded his imagination.
Though the strength was greater than his, it still fell within the scope of a demonic form’s capability.
Of course, it would take a strength-type demonic form.
Regarding demon techniques, that’s the big threat.
And evidently, the headless "Buddha’s" demon techniques were absolutely terrifying.
On the way here, Xie Feng had already heard a lot of information.
In the air, conjuring dozens of Thunderbolt Vehicle Flame Stones, easily severing the martial artists’ heads, and moving like a rainbow...
Combining previous information, the region formed a maze, causing over a thousand cavalrymen to seem trapped in a ghostly wall unable to escape; making his believers shrouded in a terrifying black membrane, even if split in two they could still revive.
With these demon techniques enhancing them, even if their raw power is on the same level, it requires many lives to pile up, to test, before possibly succeeding in the final hunt.
But that was usually, today the headless "Buddha" had already been forced to the point of no return under the intense attacks.
"Who killed the Buddha?"
Xie Feng frowned in thought, looking at the scene as if a giant beast had battled, showing a trace of confusion.
’After all... who was it?’
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...
"Who are you?"
Rose was cradled in the man’s arms, blinking her eyes.
Li Xuan did not stop his stride, moving like a gust of wind into the deep mountain forest, casually responding: "Your man."
Rose raised her hand to tug at his hood, revealing Li Xuan’s somewhat delicate face.
Rose’s nose tinged with sourness, nestled into Li Xuan’s arms, gently sobbing.
