Chapter 339
Chapter 339
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 339
>Chapter Title: Sitting Oblivion Dao
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“Clang!” A metallic clash rang out as the Purple Tassel Sword in Li Huowang’s hand slammed heavily into the rusty cleaver gripped by Hong Da.
With a series of cracks, the rusty cleaver shattered inch by inch. The flying shards reversed course, their edges slicing straight toward Li Huowang’s face.
Facing this lethal assault, Li Huowang made no move to defend. His right hand tightened on the sword hilt and surged forward with raw power, aiming to trade his life for Hong Da’s head.
But at that moment, a gust of wind whipped in—Xinchi had arrived. He raised his massive right foot and stomped down hard toward Li Huowang.
In the blink of an eye, a black shadow burst from Li Huowang’s Daoist robes. It drew the coin sword and thrust straight at Xinchi’s sole.
It was Li Sui’s tentacle, shielding Li Huowang from Xinchi’s ambush.
With Li Sui and Li Huowang operating as one split into two, they held their own against the pair for a short while without falling behind.
Yet their foes numbered three. Two against three was clearly not enough.
With a dull thud, Li Huowang—his face now riddled with blade shards—spewed a massive mouthful of blood. A colossal force hurled him into the rubble, kicking up clouds of dust.
As Li Huowang shakily rose, feeling as though his organs had nearly been jolted out of place, he found himself surrounded by the trio once more.
That was when Tuoba Danqing, who had just struck him from behind, spoke up.
“Don’t hit his back. This Sitting Oblivion Dao wears armor underneath—tough as nails.”
Li Huowang swallowed a mouthful of blood and bellowed furiously at Tuoba Danqing.
“Brother Tuoba! Look at these tentacles on me now! Ask yourself—could Sitting Oblivion Dao fake something like this?”
Tuoba Danqing eyed the black, slimy tentacle wrapped around the coin sword protruding from Li Huowang’s gut. A flicker of hesitation crossed his face.
But after a moment’s thought, he looked up at Hong Da instead.
“Lend me a blade.”
Hong Da, dressed in beggar’s rags, parted his clothes and selected the longest knife from the gleaming array within, tossing it over.
The gesture made it clear he didn’t trust Li Huowang. Words were pointless now.
“Quit explaining! Kill them all! Kill! Kill! KILL!!” A domineering female voice exploded through the air.
A rush of heat flooded Li Huowang’s head. His feet slammed into the ground as he charged straight at Tuoba Danqing, who was reaching for the knife.
If he couldn’t avoid being surrounded, he’d shatter their formation first. Tuoba Danqing, unarmed, was the weak link!
Xinchi Monk lunged from the side to assist, but Li Huowang—eyes bloodshot—raised the Purple Tassel Sword to his mouth and slashed viciously. Half his gumline and a chunk of facial skin tore away with his teeth.
From the gaping side of his face, one could see the bloody mess of his exposed mouth.
Li Huowang drew a deep breath and spat hard toward Xinchi. Blood-smeared teeth erupted from the gash, scattering like a goddess strewing flowers.
With Xinchi repelled by the teeth, Li Huowang’s Purple Tassel Sword and Li Sui’s coin sword slashed down at Tuoba Danqing.
Tuoba Danqing crossed his arms to block. The silk wrappings on them shredded, revealing a string of gleaming red walnuts underneath.
Amid a piercing screech of friction, Li Huowang’s Purple Tassel Sword crashed into the walnuts.
Shockingly, the blade that could slice iron like mud was caught fast by the walnuts. These were no ordinary nuts.
The string quivered faintly, as if something lurked inside. Dozens of venomous glares shot from them, pinning toward Li Huowang’s skull.
“Don’t let him get close! The bastard raises gu bugs!” Hong Zhong, absent until now, leaped out with a shout of warning to his comrades.
In this critical moment, Li Huowang thought to himself,
“Li Sui, now!”
The black tentacle coiled around the coin sword plunged toward Tuoba Danqing’s wide-open chest.
With a crisp “ding,” the coin sword halted at his chest—it couldn’t pierce.
His clothes tore, revealing a gleaming golden longevity lock.
As they locked in stalemate, Li Huowang’s ear twitched. He heard the tremors of Xinchi charging from behind.
“Hahaha, Sitting Oblivion Dao! How’s that? Never saw it coming, did you?”
Staring at Tuoba Danqing’s smug face, Li Huowang opened his mouth and spat his two remaining teeth right at it.
The hard teeth detonated on impact. Shards and blood splattered across half of Tuoba Danqing’s body and face.
“Arghhh!!!”
A kick to the chest finally broke Li Huowang free of the encirclement.
He had just exhaled in relief, escaping the ruined temple, when he collided head-on with someone else—himself, Li Huowang.
The two identical faces stared at each other in momentary stun.
“Erjiu! Kill the one in front of you! That’s Sitting Oblivion Dao in disguise!”
At those words, Li Huowang watched his double’s face twist in utter revulsion. It yanked a coin sword from behind its back and charged with savage fury.
“Sitting Oblivion Dao!! You filthy liars dare impersonate me?! Die!!”
Just as Li Huowang had escaped peril, he now faced a pincer attack once more.
Xinchi barreled in, his giant foot crashing down like a mountain atop Li Huowang.
Strangely, the Li Huowang standing there phased right through the foot and reemerged.
As Xinchi blinked in confusion, the Li Huowang underfoot sank slowly into the dirt.
It was mere illusion. The real Li Huowang had long since vanished without a trace.
Now hidden atop a beam in the nearby temple, Li Huowang glowered darkly at the four below.
“Damn it! This Sitting Oblivion Dao knows earth escape!” the distant Li Huowang said in frustration.
At that moment, Xinchi approached warily, gazing at the Li Huowang before him. His voice echoed in the ears of the other two.
“Careful—this one’s Sitting Oblivion Dao!”
The words landed before the others could react. The on-site Li Huowang’s eyes widened in shock.
“Master Xinchi, what’s that supposed to mean? If I’m Sitting Oblivion Dao, doesn’t that mean the one from before was real? If he was real, why frame him?”
“So you kill both real and fake? I just snapped at you once—petty much? You up for this or not? Don’t tell me you got it wrong again?”
“Li Huowang” stepped back half a pace, eyeing Xinchi with extreme caution.
The accusation halted Tuoba Danqing and Hong Da mid-motion, their gazes shifting to Xinchi Monk.
Xinchi’s face shifted uneasily, at a loss for words.
From the beam, Li Huowang watched with a cold sneer. He never imagined his mortal enemies in Sitting Oblivion Dao would one day aid him.
(End of chapter)