Let’s turn back ti a bit.
The mont Qiong sent out the distress signal—
The Council had not yet made a decision.
Audrey was still hesitating, Xiao Baihong was cooking, and the earth dog was warily hidden in the mist around Wu Xiaode.
Suddenly, Siang rose from his thrown throne and said with a smirk,
"You killed Siang."
"I will cut off your head and drink all your blood, as a way to repay his eight hundred years of feeding."
He suddenly disappeared.
Wu Xiaode spoke up, "Wait a minute, I have a better body for you here."
Siang suddenly appeared behind him, his fingernails emitting a sharp red light, narrowly slashing in front of his neck.
It was a close call.
The two Demon Gods and the skeletal dragon were already prepared to make their move.
"A body... what do you an?"
Siang paused his action and asked.
"Having been with Siang all this ti, you must know I possess the Human Puppet Forging Skill. In fact, I have a higher-level Forging thod that can create an even more perfect body for you to use."
As Wu Xiaode spoke, he glanced back at him.
Siang also looked at himself.
—He was bleeding profusely, covered in wounds.
This was the damage inflicted on his body by the earlier onslaught of "Heaven’s Woe" that Wu Xiaode unleashed until Siang died.
The human body is indeed fragile...
But what did it matter? He could simply use so Magic and heal the wounds on Siang’s body.
Siang had been with him for eight hundred years, and his body was the most suitable for his needs.
If he switched to another body, who knew if those cunning folks would plant so traps in it?
So—
"Sorry, I don’t need your trash body, I just want to kill you now, it’s more fun,"
Siang raised his hand high.
Thump!
Out of nowhere in the Void, a bronze fist erged and sent him flying with one blow.
This punch was full of strength, twisting his entire face out of shape.
Boom—
Siang rolled into a pit dozens of ters away.
"Huh?"
A sound of surprise emitted from his mouth, seemingly curious about what just happened.
Wu Xiaode stood there, readying his boxing stance.
"Do you need a new body now?"
he asked.
Siang leaped up, reaching out to touch his face.
Half of his face, struck by the Dark Tao Power, had flesh torn off, exposing his skull and eyeball.
Now only half of his face remained human.
"Very interesting— but my power is beyond your imagination," he grinned.
"What exactly are you pursuing?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Killing and fighting—if your strength were a bit higher, I would have enjoyed the fight even more—now I resemble a starving person reluctant to eat his food," Siang said.
"Then give so of your strength. If I have enough power, I can use higher-level boxing techniques to fight you," Wu Xiaode said.
Siang glared at him, silent.
Wu Xiaode spread his hands and added, "I know many incredible martial arts, but at level 700 of Soul Power, I can’t perform them. I need Mysterious Level power. If you’re really interested, please lend so power."
"You must possess strong power yourself to qualify to play this ga of battle with , understand?" Siang said earnestly.
A look of disdain appeared on Wu Xiaode’s face:
"This battle allows you to enjoy the thrill of fighting, but what about ?"
"You?" Siang was confused.
"We in the service industry also need to make a living, big guy. Don’t tell you want a free ride? How would you get by in the Jianghu with that attitude?"
Siang was stunned.
"I... just want to kill you,"
he vanished from the spot again.
Too fast!
Wu Xiaode’s eyes flashed, finding himself completely unable to keep up with the opponent’s speed.
Absolutely not!
A loud "clang" as Siang reappeared next to him, hitting sothing in the Void, and ricocheting to one side.
"Astalot!"
Wu Xiaode called out.
Suddenly, a colossal figure erged around him.
The One-eyed Giant, Astalot!
He lay on the ground, knees on the ground, hands arching over, protecting Wu Xiaode under his massive and sturdy body.
Siang had just slamd into the giant’s shoulder, scattering the dozens of bronze hands forming the giant’s shoulder.
But this gave Astalot an opportunity!
"Ugh aaaahh—"
Astalot roared in anger.
A deep red light radiated from his body, illuminating the continuously crumbling world.
—All of Creation!
Siang squinted at the deep red light approaching, casually pressing a hand in the Void.
A wall made up of Blood Shadows blocked in front of him.
Light.
Gradually disappeared.
The wall of Blood Shadows remained intact.
Siang stretched his neck, pondering, "Your best ability should be your stealth—"
"Whether it was that punch earlier or this giant, you’ve hidden them well."
"I don’t know how many levels you’ve evolved this ability, but it’s indeed useful—even I can’t see through it."
Spot on!
"It’s not too late to admit defeat now," Wu Xiaode readied his boxing stance.
"Admit defeat... haha, I’ll kill you with my next move, and a hundred giants won’t stop the next strike, I guarantee," Siang said.
He looked at Astalot and snapped his fingers.
Boom!
The body of the Bronze One-eyed Giant completely collapsed, turning into dust and vanishing.
Wu Xiaode’s eyes widened.
Such trendous power, if he had used that move on —
Seeming to know what he was thinking, Siang smiled:
"I want to drink your blood, so I won’t use that move. Now, I’ll start to bleed you."
He was serious now!
He had barely managed to keep up with a simple probe, and now it was going all out!
No!
Wu Xiaode’s thoughts raced like lightning as he suddenly pulled a dagger from his Holy Treasure Ring and plunged it into his own chest.
As Siang was about to make a move, he stopped in bewildernt at such an action.
"What are you doing? Surrendering and committing suicide at the sa ti?"
It asked, sowhat curiously.
The world continued to shatter, slowly reaching the spot where the two of them stood.
They began to fall as the ground beneath them crumbled.
"Although I encountered a monster when I left ho today, I think I should be lucky moving forward."
Wu Xiaode said.
Lines of ice crystals appeared before his eyes:
"Your three Shadow Followers have granted you luck."
"Your Luck Value has reached 9 points."
"You have blessed yourself."
"Current Luck Value has reached 12 points."
"——Fly, young man!"
Wu Xiaode took a deep breath and silently prepared himself.
From the beginning, he had been tightly monitored by this monster, with no chance to escape.
If there was any opportunity—
The mont he left its sight, he would imdiately disappear completely.
"You still seem hopeful? Well, let tell you a secret, I have been using only half of my strength since the beginning," Siang said.
Wu Xiaode was montarily stunned.
So it had been playing cat and mouse the whole ti?
Not exactly.
It had underestimated him, which is why it had fallen for the traps repeatedly.
What next?
Siang stepped on a slab of stone, about to leap into the air, when he suddenly rembered sothing.
"To make you completely give up hope, I will now heal all the wounds on this body, so I will no longer need the Human Puppet body you could provide,"
It said with a giggle, waving a hand to release a burst of blood-red light.
This light was very gentle, indeed carrying a healing power, and gently landed on its body.
A mont passed.
Two monts.
Three monts.
There was no change whatsoever to its injuries.
The monster was stunned, seemingly baffled by what was happening.
However, lines of ice crystal text appeared in the Book of the Dead:
"Siang has been inflicted with your Extre Good Angel Curse Seal."
"Effect: All healing power in this battle will only work on you."
"The opponent is still using Siang’s body."
"The current effect of the Curse Seal continues."
"You have received the healing effect (Mysterious Level Healing Skill: Blood Bone at MAX)."
"——Your ’End’ is a rare type with twin souls, now converted to the personalized End on the Death Side, and its power is not to be overlooked."
Wu Xiaode suddenly realized.
So that’s how it is!
All of Siang’s healing thods could only heal !
In that case—
He had a continuous Healing Skill on himself, along with Law Immunity and Interdiate Physical Attack Immunity!
How lucky!
These were all defensive asures.
Maybe—
He could escape?
He had to try!
Suddenly, a thick fog enveloped Wu Xiaode.
"Trying to run?"
Siang reacted instantly, setting aside the matter of the healing technique, its form flashing across the sky.
Boom—
Boom!!!
It smashed through two obstructing Demon Gods in succession, breaking through their bodies with a punch at the spot where Wu Xiaode had been standing.
It reacted far too quickly!
Even as Wu Xiaode exerted all his strength, in that instant, he had not yet completely moved away and was viciously hit on the arm, sending him flying backwards through the air.
Though he had Interdiate Physical Attack Immunity, that strike had completely broken his arm.
Almost at the mont of fracturing—
The odd healing skill began to work!
His arm was restored to its original state!
——The monster had hit him, and then healed him!
Only then did Wu Xiaode get a chance to breathe—
Wait, it wasn’t ti to relax yet.
With a wave of his hand, everything along the way turned into fog.
However, the monster surely knew the trajectory and landing spot of a hit object!
re silent Demon Mist was not enough!
Grinding his teeth, Wu Xiaode’s thoughts flashed, and he quickly made a decision.
The next instant.
Countless bronze hands appeared in mid-air, pulling him away, while another Demon God was assembled to fly towards his original landing spot.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, and Siang imdiately smashed the newly ford Demon God to bits.
Boom!
The hundreds of bronze hands dispersed, turning into dust.
——Even the Demon God could not withstand it!
"Ran away? Hehehehe, so many cautious thoughts, but useless."
"There is only one outco for you—"
Siang said softly, its eyes turning blood red, seemingly enraged.
A crimson rhombus gemstone suddenly appeared in its hand.
"Destroy everything in the world."
The monster chanted softly.
The next second.
The rhombus gemstone emitted a dazzling light.
Everything was enveloped in light.
Everything began to turn into ash.
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