Chapter 792
Chapter 792
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 792
>Chapter Title: Heavenly Dao
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Li Huowang stood there motionless, seemingly staring at Tian Wu, seemingly lost in thought.
But the next moment, Tian Wu’s head plunged straight into his own chest, dodging the rift that shot out from behind him.
Li Huowang’s figure gradually materialized behind Tian Wu, while the Li Huowang standing in place tore off the skin from his face, revealing Li Age’s small, cute face.
The hunchbacked Tian Wu bent down and used two fingers to scoop up the strange liquid that had dripped from the rift onto the ground, sucking it into his mouth. “Heh heh heh, Real Person Li is full of tricks, even using a fake person to fool me.”
“Real Person Li, are you really not going to join our Dharma Sect? Once this opportunity passes, it’s gone forever. As long as you join the Dharma Sect, everything else can be negotiated.”
“Are you an idiot? We’re the ones who got ambushed, and now you’re stronger than us! You’re still trying to recruit me at a time like this? Do you think that’s possible?” Stepping onto the soft, mushy flesh, the sneering Li Huowang drew his sword and thrust it into his own abdomen. With a forceful slash, his five viscera and six bowels were instantly exposed to the air.
The enemy’s abilities seemed extremely bizarre. Holding back any longer wouldn’t do. He had finally caught a Dharma Sect expert—he needed to bite off a chunk and make them hurt badly.
A sheet of the Great Thousand Record was spread out on the ground. Li Huowang ripped out his liver and slammed it forcefully onto the red bamboo slips. “Wood liver!”
Once the five elements were properly placed, Li Huowang dragged his abdomen, now completely covered in all sorts of wriggling, twisted worms, and charged straight at the old physician.
Just as he was about to collide with the yellow mist, the flesh on the ground suddenly split open a seam and swallowed him whole.
“How interesting.” As Tian Wu shook his gourd, the yellow smoke floating in the air drifted toward the spot where Li Huowang had vanished into the flesh.
Before long, the flesh came alive. Strange limbs sprouted continuously from it, allowing the flesh to quickly break free from the control of the Zhengde Temple abbot. Another sideways-lying flesh gourd appeared, continuously secreting that bizarre liquid in all directions.
Tian Wu suddenly felt pain in his feet. When he looked down, he saw that dense masses of worms had covered his feet and were gnawing inward.
Just as they were about to chew through, the gourd nearby suddenly swelled with a pus-filled blister. With a “pop,” the blister burst, and the strange liquid sprayed all over his feet.
Soon, as the liquid enveloped the worms, it caused their bodies to mutate while also wresting control of the worms away from Li Huowang.
“Is that all Real Person Li has got? I truly don’t understand why the Great Shaman values you so highly.”
The moment Tian Wu finished speaking, a rift burst out from the ground, trying to slice him in half.
But Tian Wu seemed to foresee it. His body leaned back sharply, dodging the incoming rift.
Yet the next second, something Tian Wu hadn’t expected happened—a purple-tasseled longsword thrust out from the rift.
It plunged into Tian Wu’s abdomen and yanked upward, slicing his body and head clean in two.
Before long, a thoroughly mutated Li Huowang crawled back through a new rift. Clutching his head in agony, the writhing things on his body rapidly withered and vanished.
Using the rift to jump straight to Da Qi, then launching a sneak attack from there—this move was nearly impossible to defend against. But clearly, Da Qi in its current state came at a price for going there.
Anything over there would go mad with mutation. In just a few breaths, it could turn a person into a monster.
Fortunately, Li Huowang had cultivation abilities and could restore his mutated flesh.
“No mistake! This feeling—this liquid he’s using is exactly the same as the stuff in Da Qi!” Li Huowang glared grimly at the gourds secreting the liquid.
He didn’t know which of the Si Mings’ heavenly paths this guy was borrowing, but clearly, this heavenly path had something to do with mutation.
“Is mutation even a heavenly path? What do you call the Si Ming in charge of mutation?” Li Huowang muttered to himself.
“In your words, you could call it the Plague God!” The hunchbacked old man, split in two on the ground, suddenly stood up.
Strange liquid erupted from his hump like a volcano, splattering toward Li Huowang.
Some worms flew out from Li Huowang’s chest, blocking the black water and buying him time to escape.
Standing atop a protruding bone, Li Huowang gripped his sword, his expression flickering uncertainly as he stared at Tian Wu. “He’s still not dead? What the hell is this guy?”
“Heh heh heh, I’ve got no special background. I’m just an ordinary old man.” Tian Wu’s body, in the midst of mutation, spoke with its two severed mouths.
“You’re an ordinary old man? Like hell I believe that!” With veins bulging on his forehead, Li Huowang roared and charged at Tian Wu. Tian Wu’s split body forcibly knitted back together, and the mutations on his body rapidly vanished.
As Li Huowang closed in, Tian Wu tried to unleash his divine abilities, only to find his body unresponsive—as if, in that instant, he really had become an ordinary old man.
By the time he reached for the ritual tool at his waist, it was too late. With a flash of white light, Tian Wu’s head flew into the air.
The next moment, blood sprayed violently from the stump of his neck, shooting up over thirty feet high.
Still wary of the enemy’s strangeness, Li Huowang rushed to the headless corpse and opened his mouth wide at the spurting neck stump.
As the scarlet blood battered Li Huowang’s throat, causing it to sway constantly, the worms surging from his mouth leaped like fish climbing the dragon gate, pushing against the blood and forcing their way inside.
“Urp~!!” With a forceful retch from Li Huowang, the dense mass of blood-red worms poured directly into Tian Wu’s severed neck, burrowing into his body and madly gnawing and devouring whatever they touched.
As the worms chewed, Tian Wu’s headless corpse rapidly deflated. When Li Huowang casually tossed aside the sack of skin now held up only by bones, the worms crawled back into his five viscera and six bowels along the hem of his Daoist robes.
Finally done with one enemy, Li Huowang didn’t dare pause and rushed toward Abbot Zendu, who was locked in fierce combat. He had to end this battle before the five elements arrangement wore off.
“Wait! Wait!!” The voice from behind made Li Huowang’s body stiffen. He slowly turned around and saw Tian Wu’s deflated corpse crawling toward its own head with twitching limbs.
“He’s still not dead? How is that possible!?”
As Li Huowang reeled in shock, a hand grabbed his ankle. The monk with half his face rotted away by blisters pleaded with him, his pupils dilated. “My lord! Kill me! Kill me! It hurts so much!! So much!!”
Li Huowang kicked, smashing the monk’s head flat. Even as the red and white matter sprayed from his nostrils, the guy still let out a horrific wail. “Aaaah!! It hurts!! It hurts so much I’m dying!!”
Li Huowang looked at the monk rolling on the ground in agony, then at Tian Wu, who was shakily standing up while cradling his head. He vaguely realized something.
Glancing around, he noticed that no matter how intense the battles raging everywhere were, there wasn’t a single motionless corpse. Finally, he understood what had happened.
A heavenly disaster had struck. Death was gone!!
(End of chapter)