Who Brought Him into Chapter 66 - 58: Charming Widow and the Blind Man

Chapter 66: Chapter 58: Charming Widow and the Blind Man

One thing Han Yu didn’t expect was that Mo Xingzhi, who appeared gentlemanly and refined, would be a completely different person when engaging in a fight.

The enormous iron sword in mid-air was so agile that it relentlessly pursued the Poisonous Bat, causing it considerable distress. In a fit of rage, it thought, since the Spirit Stones on the ship were already stolen, why not kill the Mo Family’s Sixth too? The overseas world is vast, and the Mo Family would have a hard ti finding

for revenge.

With that thought, he extended his hands, unleashing True Essence to withstand the giant sword’s slash. A series of explosive sounds echoed in mid-air as the Poisonous Bat looked sowhat disheveled. With eyes turning cold, it ford a seal with its hand aiming at Mo Xingzhi and uttered an Imperial Decree!

"Bat Kill!"

The entire True Essence transford into nurous golden bats, which sward crazily toward Mo Xingzhi down below.

Mo Xingzhi hadn’t expected the opponent to be so ruthless, quickly calling back the giant sword and, forming a seal, issued an Imperial Decree, "Shield Armor!"

The giant sword quickly disassembled and reford in front, transforming into an iron shield, a ter square in size. Spiritual Qi continuously transford on the iron shield, with True Essence constantly coating it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One golden bat after another kept hitting it. The intense explosive sounds persisted for dozens of breaths. Mo Xingzhi, bracing against the iron shield, kept stepping back, his hands gradually trembling, and a small crack had appeared under his thumb.

"This chanism assisted by Spirit Stone, when controlled by a cultivator, can hardly be rivaled within the sa realm, but unfortunately, his realm is a bit lacking."

Glass comnted in Han Yu’s mind.

Han Yu was in a miserable state, completely unsure about the cultivation technique practiced by the Charming Widow. When True Essence was stirred, it turned into a red mist enveloping him entirely within a two-ter radius.

"You’re fine, don’t distract

while watching the fight."

Glass snorted playfully.

Han Yu’s face had turned alarmingly red, as if all his blood had surged to his forehead. This wasn’t even the most pressing issue. His biggest concern now was the tent that had risen and wouldn’t go down.

"But I feel so uncomfortable right now!"

This red mist was freakish; just a small breath, and he was about to explode.

"Wow! What a self-sacrificing cultivation technique."

Little Artifact Spirit seed intrigued.

It found the cultivation technique self-sacrificing even though it was clearly evil.

Then Little Artifact Spirit pointed out the true nature of the Charming Widow’s technique, "This cultivation technique is the Confusion and Enchantnt, useful against soone weaker than oneself. But imagine if you t soone stronger, and found yourself being ravished all night with ’the golden spear never falling’..."

"Tell

that isn’t self-sacrifice."

Han Yu listened with a flushed face, then saw that the dozen or so remaining cultivators around him had bloodshot eyes, charging toward her like they had lost their minds.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

These cultivators, like zombies, didn’t even attempt to dodge and were blown away, their fates unknown.

The Charming Widow, seeing Han Yu, was startled and exclaid, "How co you’re unaffected by my Confusion and Enchantnt Technique?"

"Your entire body has been thoroughly enhanced by both Ping and , so drugs and techniques affecting the body have minimal effect on you," Little Artifact Spirit explained at the side.

Han Yu had no mind to listen, as Little Han Yu was already eager to erge. This damned technique was tornting a naive young man like him.

"Little brother, it seems you’re about to lose control!"

Over there, the Charming Widow was releasing more alluring red mist while coquettishly casting seducing glances.

"Isn’t there any way to break this evil technique?"

Han Yu gritted his teeth, feeling as if his blood was about to ignite.

"Yes!"

Han Yu’s eyes lit up, having made up his mind.

"You can either overpower her with sheer strength, pinning her down and making her cry for her parents, or wait for her to control you and beat you till you cry for your parents," Little Artifact Spirit suggested in Han Yu’s mind.

Han Yu chose a third option. As the Charming Widow swayed her hips with every step toward him, causing ripples and waves, Han Yu, reaching his limit, let out a loud roar.

"Fire co!"

A fire dragon over twenty ters long shot out from his body, opening a fiery-red maw towards the Charming Widow.

The Charming Widow evidently hadn’t expected Han Yu to have such a move. She was caught off guard and pounced upon directly by the fire dragon, triggering an explosive burst of flas.

However, the fire from Han Yu’s body was not so easily dissipated; fire dragons kept erupting from his body, and in just a few blinks, seven or eight more fire dragons appeared.

"Go!"

Suddenly, the dragons danced and large explosions of fireworks erupted.

Little Artifact Spirit marveled in Han Yu’s mind, unexpectedly finding that lust could enhance fire series divine techniques.

Before Han Yu, a massive blaze roared fiercely, quickly spreading to the deck, setting it afla, and the fire grew more intense.

Suddenly, an unexpected ripple emanated from within the flas, a surge of extre coldness rippled across the deck, forming a vortex. All of the flas were suddenly sucked in, and completely engulfed by the vortex.

As the flas cleared, the Charming Widow stood disheveled on the deck, her clothes all destroyed, completely naked, with most of her hair burnt. In front, a gleaming erald-green bead spun before her, exuding a chilling air.

Han Yu was imnsely shocked. His Fire Divine Power just vanished like that?

"What is that?"

He quickly asked in his mind.

Little Artifact Spirit seed uncertain, hesitantly saying, "This appears to be a treasure that can absorb flas, even capable of drawing in Divine Power Fire, indicating it’s exceedingly rare."

Just as it finished speaking, a faint crackling sound was heard; a visible crack appeared on the bead’s surface. The cracks multiplied, and even the bead’s color began to turn fiery red.