Chapter 693
Chapter 693
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 693
>Chapter Title: Suicide
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In the exceptionally muddy Cloud Marsh, rainwater continued to pour down relentlessly. Li Huowang led the others, struggling forward along the barely passable paths.
The deeper they ventured, the more dangers lurked everywhere. Endless streams of Fa Cult followers emerged from the most unexpected places.
Besides these people, Li Huowang also spotted those toppled statues scattered about. They came in all sorts of shapes, but they weren't made of stone—their bodies writhed with green worms.
Even more peculiar, their lower bodies weren't independent; instead, they sprouted long, tree-root-like tendrils from beneath, interconnected deep in the mud.
As these statue-like figures grew more numerous, Li Huowang felt as though he were trapped in the Fa Cult's vast net. Though they didn't move, he couldn't shake the feeling that they could spring to life at any moment.
Suddenly, Li Huowang's legs, sunk in the muck, came to a halt. Clearly, this was a trap—pushing forward any further would mean walking right into it.
"Are you sure the dragon vein is inside this Cloud Marsh? Don't let the Fa Cult fool you,"
Li Huowang asked Xuan Pin.
"Not even Sitting Oblivion Dao can deceive me, so they certainly can't either. Three dragon veins are enough to alter the feng shui of an entire region— that's obvious,"
Xuan Pin replied.
Her words did little to improve Li Huowang's mood. Knowing full well there was a trap ahead, yet charging straight in anyway—this was no pleasant task.
As he pressed his fingers to his temples, Peng Longteng, the Monk, Qiu Chibao, and Jinshan Zhao all materialized.
Under Li Huowang's orders, they took the lead, clearing a path ahead. The raindrops from the sky grew heavier, and as the rainwater accumulated, the entire marsh gradually shrouded itself in mist, visibility dropping lower and lower.
"Dong dong dong~" The drum at Bai Lingmiao's waist began to beat. The low, rhythmic thuds carried far through the downpour.
With Li Huowang at the center, everything around them gradually appeared in Bai Lingmiao's mind. Several Fa Cult ambush attempts all failed.
Just when Li Huowang thought the enemy assaults from behind would grow stronger with each wave, the Fa Cult's attacks suddenly ceased.
"Senior Brother Li, to the left! Someone's under attack a mile to our left!"
"Go!! Help them!"
Li Huowang led the others racing over. He couldn't let the Fa Cult pick them off one by one.
By the time Li Huowang arrived, he saw that the one under attack was the altar leader of Hou Shu's Bureau of Astronomy. Under the pounding rain, those stone statues seemed to come alive, flickering in and out of the mist.
Sharp fangs protruded from the altar leader's facial mask, these yellowish-white teeth clashing together in high-frequency vibrations, producing urgent "da da da" sounds. Identical noises echoed back from the mist.
Suddenly, the ground cracked open. Five statue-like figures burst from the soil like five fingers, enveloping the altar leader entirely in a giant hand.
At this sight, Li Huowang gave quick instructions to the others before charging unhesitatingly into the mist, copper coin sword raised to rescue him.
Li Huowang had assumed this was just aiding an ally. But after passing one fallen statue, the next moment it exploded toward him. A flash of cold light—a long sword thrust out from within, slashing straight at his face.
"Clang~" A piercing clash rang out, sparks flying. Seeing that his purple-tasseled sword hadn't even scratched the enemy's weapon, Li Huowang's heart tightened. A tough opponent.
The figure slowly emerged from the mist, gripping his sword. He wore fighting-bull robes and pastry shoes, his head bowed low, disheveled black hair matted with rain completely covering his face. His chest was impaled front and back with seven or eight long swords.
"What is this?"
Li Huowang's brows furrowed.
"Be careful. That's a Bing Jie Immortal from Siqi,"
Xuan Pin's illusion answered from the side.
"Immortal? What's a Bing Jie Immortal?"
Before Li Huowang could finish asking, the thing before him flicked a sword flower and charged.
Li Huowang prepared to meet the attack, but his body suddenly shifted left by an inch, letting a curved blade graze past him.
As Peng Longteng's massive frame blocked the frontal Bing Jie Immortal like a shield, Li Huowang turned to see another Bing Jie Immortal emerging from behind him. Compared to the first, this one wielded a very strange curved blade.
That had been close. If not for Li Sui's eyes on the back of his head spotting the sneak attack, his head might've been rolling by now.
"Two?"
The thought had barely formed when a long spear shot up from the ground, piercing through the sole of Li Huowang's left foot. There were enemies underground too.
When Li Huowang looked up and saw yet another Bing Jie Immortal descending from above, crashing down toward him, he instantly realized these enemies had come to besiege and kill him!
"Thud." Li Huowang took the curved blade from the left Bing Jie Immortal head-on with his flesh. He swung his spine sword with his right hand toward the sky.
As the rift from the swing forced back the overhead Bing Jie Immortal, Li Huowang's six tentacles slammed into the ground, launching him into midair.
Seeing the repelled Bing Jie Immortal still close, Li Huowang's body flashed rapidly, repositioning above him. He drew his copper coin sword and slashed down hard, severing the enemy's head.
But just then, cold glints erupted from all directions around Li Huowang. "Whoosh!" The falling rain curtain halted midair as all the Bing Jie Immortals burst from the mist with afterimages, pouncing toward him.
"Break!"
The four Bing Jie Immortals' weapons slammed heavily into Li Huowang's body, grating metal screeching in his ears. The rain resumed falling from the sky.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Li Huowang—suspended in midair by the various weapons—gasped for breath before roaring,
"You bastards hurt my daughter!!"
In the next instant, Li Huowang clawed out his own eyeball and crushed it in his fist. A bizarre hue spread over everyone present.
"Boom~" Flames erupted from Li Huowang's body, swiftly spreading to the surrounding Bing Jie Immortals, transforming them into exact duplicates of his current self.
Li Huowang's skin ignited rapidly, the soaring blaze instantly vaporizing the rain into steam.
The Bing Jie Immortals tried to retreat, but Li Huowang's eyeball sacrifice slowed their movements tremendously.
Unable to withdraw, the flaming Bing Jie Immortals launched desperate counterattacks—just as Li Huowang wanted.
Under these conditions, they wouldn't last long. Though called Bing Jie Immortals, Li Huowang doubted they were true immortals. Real ones shouldn't fear burning.
Soon, all four Bing Jie Immortals collapsed, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Aside from their four weapons—burned dark red and stuck in the earth—nothing remained.
(End of chapter)