Chapter 562
Chapter 562
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 562
>Chapter Title: Thunder Arts
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“Celestial Wound Five Thunders, Infinite Soldiers! Drive the thunder, seize the lightning, illuminate the heavens and earth!!”
Accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, five bolts of purple lightning crashed down from the sky, smashing viciously onto the roof of a palace.
The resplendent golden palace was enveloped in purple lightning, turning into a pile of charred ruins in moments.
Earlier, when they had clashed fully with the Sitting-Forgetting Dao, Li Huowang had happened to leave. This was the first time he’d witnessed the true power of Great Liang’s State Preceptor.
The pile of charred wood from the palace began to collapse under the weight of the roof tiles. A figure crawled out from the falling black char and fled—a frail little eunuch, his blackened face filled with despair.
But just as he reached the cracked stone plaza, Great Liang’s State Preceptor, gripping the Star-Mansion Sword, descended from the sky and blocked his path.
The little eunuch stammered something, his body twisting in an eerie way to dodge a rift that flew in from behind.
When he saw Li Huowang, his expression twisted in rage as he gripped the spine sword. The eunuch suddenly grinned. “Oh, it’s you. No wonder. Hey, you did good work this time. Come have a meal on me sometime.”
Li Huowang swung his sword at him with full force again, then shouted to Huangfu Tiangang nearby, “State Preceptor! Don’t believe a word from the Sitting-Forgetting Dao!! He’s trying to drive a wedge between us!”
But Huangfu Tiangang remained utterly cold, his gaze fixed on Dice. “You think you can come and go from the Great Liang palace as you please? Today is the day you die!”
The little eunuch ripped off his face skin, revealing a dice constantly switching numbers before them. “If it’s here, then it’s here. Everyone dies eventually—early or late, what’s the difference? But heh heh heh... my business is already done.”
With that, the dice turned to Li Huowang. “Red Midway, Red Midway, you really think you found me? I let you find me. Every step you took was on my chessboard.”
“Cut the crap! I specialize in killing Sitting-Forgetting Dao! I’ve seen tricks like this plenty of times! Who’s Red Midway? You won’t fool me!” As he spoke, Li Huowang charged forward, sword in hand.
Dice didn’t dodge—instead, he lunged at Li Huowang, throwing open his chest to meet the blade. With a squelch, the bloody sword pierced through Dice’s back.
So close, Li Huowang could even smell the charred scent on Dice.
“Die for me!” Li Huowang shoved the hilt, forcing Dice backward. His bared white teeth sank into Dice’s face, tearing off a huge chunk of flesh and skin.
Then, with both hands, he yanked the hilt upward, cleaving Dice’s upper body in two.
Panting heavily, Li Huowang stared at the corpse on the ground, his sword-gripping hand trembling slightly.
Before he could process what had happened, a chilling voice whispered in his ear. “Child...”
“Danyangzi’s back?” In that instant of distraction, the three-flower-crowned Danyangzi flickered in and out of Li Huowang’s sight.
“No! It’s fake! Dice isn’t dead! He’s possessed me!” Realizing this, Li Huowang drew the purple-tasseled sword and plunged it into his own body, rummaging inside.
“Heh heh heh, Red Midway. Nice play. You’re really mischievous.”
Li Huowang’s mouth moved on its own, speaking without his control.
“You want my body? Fine! Take it!” He pulled a hook from his torture kit, latched it onto his own collarbone, and yanked hard.
“Hiss, Red Midway, easy there. That really hurts.”
Compared to Li Huowang’s attempt to force Dice out with pain, Great Liang’s State Preceptor’s method was far more direct and brutal.
“Clouds fly swiftly! Mystic Thunder Dragon summons rain! Immortal fire heed the command! Heavenly thunder, rescue in haste!!”
Thunder rumbled above Li Huowang’s head. He showed no mercy whatsoever, intending to strike both Li Huowang and Dice down together.
Seeing Huangfu Tiangang meant business, Dice didn’t dare risk it. The corpse on the ground, upper body split in two, suddenly stood up and bolted toward the eastern gate. The voice in Li Huowang’s ear vanished completely.
As the little eunuch’s legs pumped furiously, the bisected Dice head bobbed up and down like fruit on a tree, one half to the left, one to the right.
Their two half-mouths took turns speaking a word at a time. “Hey, old man, you’re serious? Don’t forget—you owe your position in part to me.”
Feeling Li Huowang’s gaze, Huangfu Tiangang said offhandedly, “Same as what he just told you—lies. Don’t fall for the Sitting-Forgetting Dao’s tricks.”
With that, he gripped the Star-Mansion Sword and began casting. Wild winds howled in the air, thunder rolling.
“Crack~!” A bolt of purple lightning struck instantly. This time it hit—Dice’s body wasn’t just split upper-half in two; now the lower half was too. He was cleaved vertically down the middle.
Yet even then, the eerie Dice could still move. His two halves bounced high, parting ways left and right.
But Great Liang’s State Preceptor ignored the left half, directing heavenly thunder to hammer the right one relentlessly.
Seeing this, Li Huowang sped up, chasing the other half. He didn’t want Dice escaping at a time like this.
“Red Midway, you’re here? I went to Fengyang Tower recently—their signature dish, First-Class Crisp, is out of this world. Tsk tsk tsk, next time, take Bai Lingmiao and try it.”
“Die!” Li Huowang swung the spine sword hard, sending a rift slicing diagonally toward Dice.
Dice’s half-body twisted, dodging effortlessly. “That’s not right, you know? Make that cut a bit bigger, and I could flee all the way to Great Qi. Then all your efforts would be for nothing, huh?”
No sooner had he said it than he cried out in pain and collapsed, his chest stabbing with agony.
“Hey, why’d you pull that Ao Jing madman trick again? If I hurt, don’t you hurt too? Honestly, I hate dealing with types like you.”
Dice shakily stood, his single eye glaring at Li Huowang, who stood before him stabbing his own chest with a rib bone.
“What? You don’t really think you can kill me, do you? Not even if I’m just half.”
“How’ll I know without trying? And anyway, I don’t need to kill you—I just need to stop you!” Peng Longteng’s headless body slowly materialized beside Li Huowang.
Just as they were about to clash, a dark-gold long arrow suddenly pierced Dice’s head, sending him flying.
As Dice crashed heavily to the ground, the pursuing gale winds finally caught up, nearly blowing Li Huowang off his feet.
Then five more arrows shot from all directions, pinning Dice firmly to the ground. “You dare cause chaos in the palace in broad daylight? Think Great Liang has no one left? Hm?”