Chapter 625
Chapter 625
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 625
>Chapter Title: Ambush
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“Wu Cheng! Again!”
“Smack!” “Horse jumps soldier!”
“Smack!” “Cannon captures!”
“Smack!” “Pawn advances!”
“Clang!” The blade of the Violet-Tasseled Sword clashed heavily against an obsidian dagger, sparks flying as the tip of the dagger snapped off and spun into the blood-soaked ground.
Though his weapon was damaged, the Dharma Cult shaman before him twisted his grip swiftly, evading the clash with the Violet-Tasseled Sword and thrusting the broken blade viciously into Li Huowang’s left chest.
It looked like he’d gained the upper hand, but unbeknownst to him, he had already placed himself in mortal danger. Of all his mistakes, getting this close to Li Huowang was the worst.
In the next instant, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a mass of writhing tentacles burst from the other’s chest and burrow straight into his own abdomen!
“No no no!” He clawed at the wound in his gut, frantically rummaging through the bloody mess of organs in terror.
“Yu’er...” He barely choked out half a sentence before his neck jerked back involuntarily, his entire brain churned into pulp by the tentacles inside him.
Though the man was dead, his body remained standing. In the next moment, it charged weapon in hand at a Dharma Cult follower attempting to sneak up on Li Huowang from the side. His body was now fully under Li Sui’s control.
Panting heavily, Li Huowang stood in place, scanning the battlefield ahead. He had dealt with that old lama, but the fight wasn’t over—the Dharma Cult followers were next.
With the aid of Buddha Jade Furnace and the abbot of Zhengde Temple, Li Huowang wasn’t too worried about losing this time.
What concerned him more was Da Liang. These enemies confirmed his suspicions had come true! The Dharma Cult of Da Qi had actually joined forces with the Dharma Cult of Da Liang in such a short time.
The local Dharma Cult had already turned Da Liang upside down before. Now with Da Qi’s Dharma Cult joining in, who knew what chaos their alliance would unleash.
While he watched the others, they were watching him.
“Mount Tai! Let’s pull back! If we drag this out, the soldiers will come!!” He Xinlai, his shoulder wrapped in black cloth, shouted loudly to the Da Qi shaman minister beside him.
“Mm!” With a low nod from Taishan Stone, the battered Dharma Cult followers around them unhesitatingly popped round stones into their mouths and swallowed them. Their eyes turned bloodshot as they charged fearlessly to cover the pair’s retreat.
“Want to run!? Li Sui, after them!”
Li Huowang pulled out two sheets of turmeric paper and swiftly drew two talismans with his own blood. Slapping them onto his legs, his body blurred into afterimages as he pursued the fleeing duo.
The others were all pinned down, yet the force blocking Li Huowang was suspiciously light.
“He’s really coming after us.”
“I know.” As He Xinlai spoke, the corners of his mouth curved upward slightly.
Massive trees whipped past as two fled and one pursued.
Suddenly, the view ahead brightened. Beyond the woods lay fields, with stacks of dried yellow rice stalks dotting the landscape and wisps of white smoke rising from a distant village.
“Keep running, will you!” Without hesitation, Li Huowang sliced off a large flap of his own flesh and hurled it toward the distant pair.
The ragged chunk of meat spun through the air, homing in on Taishan Stone’s back as if guided by its own will.
As Taishan Stone was pinned writhing to the ground under Li Huowang’s flesh, Li Huowang kicked off powerfully, leaping high with the Violet-Tasseled Sword aimed downward at the squirming human skin.
But when the sword pierced it, the unnaturally light sensation sent a jolt through Li Huowang’s heart—this was no feeling of blade sinking into flesh.
In the next instant, a pair of callused hands erupted from the soil, seizing Li Huowang’s feet and yanking him underground.
“This guy can earth-walk?!” The thought had barely flashed through Li Huowang’s mind when everything below his neck was buried in the dirt.
And it didn’t end there. Agonizing pain erupted from his chest and back as something in the soil burrowed relentlessly into his body. Li Sui was fighting it back desperately with tentacles.
Gritting his teeth, Li Huowang squeezed his lone eye shut. “I’m in the water! I’m in the water!! I have to hold my breath!”
Moments ago, he’d been crushed immobile by the surrounding earth. Now, icy lake water seeped through his exposed wounds, chilling him to the bone.
Shuddering violently, Li Huowang struggled to draw his spine sword and slashed fiercely at his chest and back.
Whatever it was, the pain vanished.
Li Huowang flailed his arms, swimming upward with all his might. He wasn’t this guy’s match in the water—he had to reach the surface fast!
When half his body emerged, Li Huowang braced his hands on the ground and yanked himself free like a carrot being pulled from the soil.
Catching his breath, Li Huowang opened his eye and scanned his surroundings. But all he saw was darkness.
Trembling, he reached a finger to his right eye socket and felt three earthen spikes embedded deep within. He was blind.
Li Huowang braced for the enemy to press the advantage while he was sightless, but nothing happened for a long while.
Standing several paces from Li Huowang, He Xinlai gripped a wooden sword as he walked over to Taishan Stone, who had just emerged from the earth. “Well? The kid’s blind now. How do you plan to deal with him?”
Yet Taishan Stone’s cautious face showed no hint of relaxation. As the shaman minister of the Stone Gully, he had glimpsed something amiss.
“This one’s off. He’s probably still holding an ace up his sleeve. I need to consult the Stone Gully.” Taishan Stone pulled out two crescent-shaped bone fragments and knelt, cradling them in his lap as he shook them before casting them onto the ground.
“What does Yu’er God say?” He Xinlai asked, eyeing the stones on the dirt.
“Yin Cup Laugh!! Kill! Kill the man, take the sword!” With that, Taishan Stone’s body blurred and shrank into the earth.
Hearing this, He Xinlai’s face lit with shock. As a shaman minister himself, he had never imagined Yu’er God delivering such a clear oracle.
But clear or not, He Xinlai obeyed without hesitation.
He had to prove his loyalty to the Yu’er God on the verge of descent.
He Xinlai pinched a hand seal with one hand, bit his fingertip, and smeared the blood across the black cloth on his shoulder. With the blackened blood, he rapidly drew a peachwood talisman on his wooden sword. “If it’s kill, then kill we shall!”
As He Xinlai charged at Li Huowang with his black sword, two hands burst from the ground again, grabbing Li Huowang’s ankles and yanking downward hard.
But this time, something went wrong. Taishan Stone’s hands passed straight through Li Huowang’s ankles, grasping at empty air.
In the next instant, the stationary Li Huowang whipped his sword toward the empty space on his left. He Xinlai, on his right, felt a stab of pain in his back.