Chapter 1660: Chapter 964: Setting the Rules
"Truly an eye-opener, a space-type magical artifact, a spiritual magical artifact, and now a spell-type magical artifact; things are getting more and more lively..." Ku Daoist raised his heavy eyelids, his gaze only briefly resting on Yang Xiao and Chen Nang.
"Tempted?" The One-eyed Monk seemed to notice something, his tone becoming much more solemn in an instant, "Old man, I’m warning you, don’t have any designs on this young man. He is not someone easily refined; be careful not to lose your old bones in the process."
Ku Daoist fondled the corpse-controlling copper bell at his waist, a trace of regret flickering in his brow as he sighed, "I’m old. Whenever I see such outstanding juniors, I can’t help but want to make a move. Back in the day, I also refined a few decent living corpses, but unfortunately..."
Ku Daoist stopped speaking there, as the figure in his mind appeared again, entangling him like a nightmare. Ever since arriving here, he had been unable to rest peacefully for a long time, often waking up from nightmares, drenched in cold sweat.
Three mid-stage Ghost Level or higher living corpse puppets, along with himself, a genuine high rank of Ghost Level Angel Envoy, seemed like mere children in the face of that Overlord Spear Wu Qingcang.
Three spears destroyed the three puppets he had spent much effort refining, and another three spears toppled him, who was just a step away from the Peak of Ghost Level. This battle left a psychological shadow on Ku Daoist. Originally, he only knew that Wu Qingcang from the Jiangbei Province Office was strong, but he never expected him to be so strong, not even leaving him a chance to escape.
An evil cultivator expert at Ku Daoist’s level is knowledgeable. He had truly seen some veteran evil cultivators, including those at the half-step Nether Realm, but Wu Qingcang was the first to exert such oppressive force on him.
After that battle, Ku Daoist fully understood one thing: the gap between people is greater than that between humans and dogs. Although they were both in the half-step Nether Realm, Wu Qingcang with the Overlord Spear was the exceptional one. No wonder so many experts of his level have died by his hand over the years.
Similar to him is this person called Ming Emperor Ye Xiao, who dares to joke around with Wu Qingcang with his arm around his shoulder, proving his power and position.
With a blink, he could kill an Angel Envoy of the same realm, something Ku Daoist couldn’t do.
Not long ago, he had a private conversation with One-eyed Monk, who told him he had an indescribable feeling that even if they joined forces, they might not be able to defeat this Ming Emperor Ye Xiao.
This remark completely dispelled Ku Daoist’s inappropriate thoughts. Even if they could kill Ming Emperor Ye Xiao, what use would that be? Even if everyone present joined forces, they were no match for Wu Qingcang. That overlord spear would pierce through them one by one and string their heads like candied haws.
This wasn’t his imagination; it actually happened. Wu Qingcang became famous in a battle where he exterminated a sect of five heads of an evil cultivation sect single-handedly, cutting off their heads and impaling them on his spear, scaring the remaining evil cultivators who came to support into fleeing.
"What’s your name?" The Butcher, holding the bone-cutting saber, stared at Chen Nang.
"Someone who’s about to die, is it necessary to know so much?" Chen Nang slowly drew out his Western Sword, as defeating the Butcher today was only one of his goals; more importantly, he wished to display his true strength in front of Yang Xiao.
After interacting with Yang Xiao, he gradually understood one thing: this person doesn’t need brotherhood; he needs tools, tools that can truly fulfill his requirements. Only valuable people deserve to live.
"Arrogant!" The Butcher roared, charging at him with the bone-cutting saber.
From three or four meters away, the Butcher swung the saber at Chen Nang.
Then a bizarre scene unfolded. As the bone-cutting knife fell, an illusory blade appeared abruptly, slashing toward Chen Nang.
Chen Nang raised his sword to block, the immense force almost knocking the sword out of his hand. In the initial encounter, the Butcher actually gained a slight upper hand, which made his heart surge with joy. He realized that Chen Nang wasn’t a strength-type opponent, and he could suppress him this way.
Though this would consume a lot of stamina and couldn’t last, he didn’t aim to defeat or kill this person; all he needed was to entangle him and endure thirty moves.
By then, not only would this person commit suicide out of remorse, but all his treasures would also fall into his own hands. Looking at it this way, the rules set by Ye Xiao weren’t bad at all.
However, what the Butcher didn’t expect was that Chen Nang, instead of retreating, took the initiative to raise his sword and engaged head-on.
After a few moves, the Butcher was dazzled by Chen Nang’s footwork and attacks. He was hit in succession on the thigh and abdomen. Had it not been for the protective rubber coat, he would have suffered severe injuries. In contrast, Chen Nang was at ease, attacking while staring at him with a mocking expression.
The Butcher had never encountered such a style. With his moves paired with his footwork, it seemed as if he was dancing, jumping and spinning around him.
It was impossible to keep up with the opponent’s footwork, so the Butcher forced himself to calm down. He tried to time the rhythm of Chen Nang’s attacks, then predict his next step to land a blow in advance and cut him down in one strike.
Despite his seemingly rough appearance, the Butcher was actually very meticulous. He knew that Chen Nang was toying with him, but he also was just pretending, looking for his own opportunity.
