Chapter 606
Chapter 606
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 606
>Chapter Title: Heart Pures Heart Coil
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Beneath the pitch-black hull of the ship, as oxygen fully filled Li Huowang’s lungs, he no longer had any weakness underwater.
The fate of the Eight Immortals in the sea was obvious.
Soon, fragments of black and yellow wood debris filled the surrounding waters. No matter how agile they were, in this condition they could no longer move.
After dealing with them, the black tentacles that had sprouted from Li Huowang’s limbs thrashed swiftly, propelling him toward the surface.
Once he climbed back onto the deck, panting, he decided to stop holding back.
Since the other side already knew he was coming, there was no point in attempting another ambush. Besides—even in a direct clash, both were Heart Pans of a Siming. He might not necessarily lose.
“Slash!”
A rift streaked forward, cleaving into the massive bronze cauldron that held three tall incense sticks. The sacrificial vessel split apart, ash spilling across the deck.
“Come out! If you don’t, I’ll burn this entire ship!”
Glancing at the half-charred skin still clinging to his body, Li Huowang pulled out his fire striker, dragged it across his own flesh, and instantly ignited himself. Flames engulfed him completely.
The raging fire spread from his feet, rapidly extending across the deck.
The cabin doors burst open. Waves of dark-skinned men in unfamiliar garb rushed out—clothing Li Huowang had never seen before.
Whatever their origin, upon seeing him set fire to the ship, fury flared in their eyes. They charged him with all kinds of weapons.
Some among them were skilled fighters—but it was futile. As the flames intensified, their ultimate fate was to become fuel.
The fire grew ever larger—just as the ship was about to turn into a blazing inferno—
The flames on Li Huowang’s body and across the deck vanished.
As if time had reversed.
The charred planks regained their original color. Even the bronze cauldron at the bow—previously cleaved—restored itself whole.
Creak.
The cabin door slowly opened.
A ragged man with a collar bound around his neck crawled out, dragging a rusted chain that scraped loudly across the floor.
Then another crawled out.
And another.
Five in total.
They looked like ordinary people—but each possessed identical double pupils.
Li Huowang clenched his fists, solemn. After all this turmoil, the true master was finally appearing.
“Stand.”
An aged voice echoed from the dark cabin.
The five, eyes vacant, rose slowly and repeated in unison:
“Stand.”
“Stand.”
“Stand.”
“Stand.”
“Stand.”
Facing them, Li Huowang did not panic. He stared into the darkness.
“You’re the Heart Pan Doumu hid away, aren’t you?”
At that moment, he heard hoofbeats to his left. Dust rose at the distant dock.
Reinforcements?
It didn’t matter. The ship had already sailed some distance out to sea.
Li Huowang turned back, gaze fixed on the darkness.
“Come out. I’ve come to your door—what’s the point in hiding?”
Bang!
Headless Peng Longteng crashed down beside him and charged the five.
“This man loses his legs.”
The aged voice spoke again.
As the five repeated the words in unison, Peng Longteng’s legs snapped instantly, and he collapsed heavily onto the planks.
A chill ran down Li Huowang’s spine.
Words became law.
“Heart-Su? All five are Heart-Su?!”
Now he understood how the split wood and shattered bronze had restored themselves. Only Heart-Su cultivation could accomplish that.
The hidden man did not answer.
As the five opened their mouths again, the deck split apart. With no footing, Li Huowang fell into the cabin below.
Landing steadily, he looked up.
The five Heart-Su were suspended against the far wall like hanged corpses, chains taut around their necks.
As a fellow Heart-Su, Li Huowang felt revulsion. Living people reduced to tools.
But he understood Heart-Su.
And he knew how to deal with them.
Before the five could speak—
He drove a spike through both his eardrums.
Then shut his eyes.
And charged.
Though Li Sui saw the planks liquefy beneath them, Li Huowang ran forward as if on solid ground.
Spiked walls.
Boiling iron.
None of it slowed him.
“Die!”
Two rifts to Great Qi tore toward the five Heart-Su—
They were yanked upward by chains, narrowly avoiding the strike.
No disappointment crossed Li Huowang’s face.
He had already planned for failure.
As the hidden man prepared to issue another command—
Li Huowang pulled out a corroded Daoist bell and shook it violently.
He wasn’t summoning the Wandering Lords.
He was disrupting the commands.
The piercing clang severed the flow of words.
The five Heart-Su froze.
Still airborne, Li Huowang flung out two slender tentacles. They wrapped around the cabin frame.
With a savage yank, he shot forward like a stone from a sling—afterimages trailing behind him—
And plunged into the pitch-black cabin.
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