plumnovel Chapter 17 The King's Eight Fists of a Golden Core True Person
Chapter 17 The King's Eight Fists of a Golden Core True Person
When Huanglong crawled out of the mud pit, he looked like a wild dog that had been soaking in a bucket of swill.
"Ray is coming!"
He roared at the sky.
Dead silence.
The Purple Heaven Divine Lightning, powerful enough to shatter mountains, died in its mother's womb.
Only a pitiful wisp of black smoke emerged from his fingertips—that was the corpse of his spiritual power, forcibly extinguished by the earth's turbid energy.
"Fire! Sword! Imperial decree! Give me an imperial decree!"
Huang Long waved his hands wildly, like a drowning man scratching at the air.
It remained deathly silent.
This "forbidden zone for mortals," meticulously crafted by Yu Liang, ruthlessly enforces the laws of physics, keeping all supernatural forces at bay.
"Stop shouting, save your saliva."
Not far away, Yu Liang tossed a angular pebble in his hand, his voice hoarse, with the weariness typical of a stock market swindler, "This place is now under the jurisdiction of the King of Hell, not Heaven. You can shout until you're hoarse, but he won't hear you."
Huang Long froze.
Extreme anger and fear twisted his features into a grimace, and his eyes, which had been indifferent to the world, were now bloodshot.
His consciousness was gone, his magical power was depleted, but he still had a body.
The physical bodies of cultivators on the Golden Core Path are built from countless rare and precious materials, with bones as fine as steel and blood as pure as lead and mercury.
"Mortal..." Huanglong forced out a broken laugh, the sound of sanity snapping, "You think you can win by dragging me into this quagmire? I can chew your worthless bones to pieces even with my teeth!"
boom!
The ground trembled.
Huanglong moved.
With one step, the rocks beneath his feet shattered.
The distance of several dozen feet was covered in an instant.
too fast.
Only a fleeting afterimage remained.
The wind pressure hit my face, making my cheeks sting.
This is the Golden Elixir; even with its teeth pulled, it's still a man-eating tiger.
Yu Liang did not try to withstand the attack.
The pupil of his left eye dilated instantly; that was a "cause-and-effect prediction" after paying the price.
In the field of vision, Huanglong's movements were broken down into countless scarlet trajectory lines.
Before the punch arrives, the line moves first.
Lower left, three inches.
Before his mind could even process it, his body had already fallen sideways in a very disheveled state.
Lazy donkey rolling around – this was a life-saving skill he honed while scrambling for food among beggars.
The posture is awkward, but extremely practical.
call!
The fist grazed Yu Liang's ear, the force of the punch like a knife, tearing a bloody gash across Yu Liang's face.
The bluestone behind him was blasted into powder by this punch.
Yu Liang rolled three times, and before he could even get up, he threw out a package he had been clutching in his hand.
"You've fallen for it!"
The white powder exploded.
It wasn't flour, it was quicklime mixed with iron filings.
He just ground this in the pile of rocks; it's a cure for all kinds of stubbornness.
"ah--!"
Huanglong let out a piercing scream and instinctively covered his eyes.
Quicklime heats up when it comes into contact with water, and when combined with the friction of iron sand, the burning sensation is enough to drive anyone mad, even a Golden Core cultivator cannot withstand it.
"Despicable! Shameless! Trash bastard!" Huang Long frantically waved his arms, hitting wildly like a blind man.
"That's called being particular."
Yu Liang had no regard for martial ethics. Taking advantage of the moment when Huang Long covered his eyes, he slithered up like a cold, venomous snake. "Since you've descended to the mortal realm, you must follow the rules of mortals."
There are no fancy moves.
Groin kick.
boom!
This kick landed squarely on Huang Long's groin.
That's a man's most vulnerable spot, and even gods are no exception.
The screams instantly rose eight octaves, and Huang Long curled up like a shrimp, his face turning from deathly pale to a deep liver red.
"Feeling good?" Yu Liang grinned maliciously, then gouged out an eye and followed by a chokehold.
This is hardly a battle between immortals and demons.
This is just two hooligans fighting each other in a muddy ditch.
Pulling hair, biting ears, and kneeing stomach.
Yu Liang used all the dirty tricks he had learned on the streets in his life on this Golden Core cultivator.
In the past, who would have believed it?
A mortal rode on the neck of a Golden Core cultivator and used his mud-covered fingers to gouge out his eyeballs.
Absurd, insane, yet with a bloody thrill.
But this is only temporary.
"Get out of here!"
Huanglong was ultimately a being of the Golden Core form.
The excruciating pain ignited his ferocity. He suddenly straightened up, unleashing terrifying brute force, and flung Yu Liang away like a rag doll.
boom!
Yu Liang crashed heavily into the pile of rocks, feeling as if all his bones were shattered, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
That last attack was incredibly powerful, but the damage was only 0.5%.
His fists were swollen from the beating, but Huang Long only had red spots around his eyes and a sore groin; he didn't even have many broken skin.
This is the difference in hardware, the insurmountable chasm between mortals and cultivators.
"I'll skin you alive! I'll tear your soul out, refine it, and burn it to the ground!"
Huanglong's eyes were bloodshot, and tears mixed with lime powder streamed down his face, making him look like a ferocious ghost.
He approached step by step, each step making a cracking sound on the ground, his killing intent almost tangible.
"Hey, you pig! Charge! Bite this old bastard to death!"
Su Xiu hid behind a rock, screaming as she threw the piglet she was holding out of her arms.
She was trembling all over, an instinctive fear of cultivators, but at this moment, all she could see was the gambling addict lying in a pool of blood.
The pig that had just eaten the Thunder Fiend Fruit drew a perfect parabola in the air, opening its mouth to reveal two rows of small, gleaming milk teeth.
Click!
Accurate hit.
The piglet bit Huanglong's buttocks.
These teeth can even crush a celestial fruit, let alone a buttock.
"Awooo—!"
Huanglong broke through the defense again.
That bite pierced through the protective skin of the Golden Core, causing blood to flow freely.
"brute!"
Huang Long slapped him across the face.
Snapped!
The piglet was sent flying like a ball, crashing into the stone wall with a grunt and then lay still.
"Who else?"
Huang Long pulled off the tattered cloth strips from his buttocks, turned around, and fixed his gaze on the trembling girl.
Su Xiu held a stone in her hand, her teeth chattering and making a grinding sound.
She looked at Yu Liang, who was lying on the ground with blood all over his mouth, and then at Huang Long, whose face was contorted with rage.
Fear overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, but another, stronger emotion—the panic of losing the only bond she had in the world—overwhelmed the fear.
"Don't... touch him!"
Su Xiu screamed and rushed forward like an egg hitting a rock, with a desperate, solitary courage, "He still hasn't paid me back the money he owes me! That's my money! You old bastard, pay me back!"
She grabbed Huanglong's leg, bit him, and threw the stones in her hand at his leg with all her might.
It was completely haphazard, driven entirely by instinct, more like a small animal guarding its food.
"roll!"
Huang Long didn't even look at it, and just kicked it casually.
It's like kicking away a piece of trash on the side of the road.
boom.
A muffled thud.
Su Xiu was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the gravel beach next to Yu Liang.
"puff--"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his chest red.
She convulsed twice, the blood-stained stone in her hand rolled away, and she completely lost consciousness.
The world is quiet.
Only the sound of the wind and Huanglong's heavy breathing remained.
Yu Liang lay on the ground, staring at the pool of blood.
Su Xiu's blood.
It was very red and very eye-catching.
He slowly, little by little, raised his head.
That face, which always wore a cynical smile, was expressionless at this moment.
His usual slickness, scheming, and playful attitude all disappeared.
cold.
It was as cold as a block of ice that had stood for millennia.
"You kicked her."
Yu Liang's voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like he was talking to himself.
Huang Long walked over, grabbed Yu Liang by the neck with one hand, and lifted him into the air like a dead chicken.
A feeling of suffocation instantly struck, and my neck bones made a cracking sound as they struggled to keep up.
With both feet off the ground, the air in my lungs was gradually squeezed out.
Huang Long brought his face closer, and a cruel smile of a victor appeared on his face, which was covered in blood and lime.
"So what if I kicked it?"
"I will crush her bones one by one in front of you. Let her know that even ants should have the awareness of being ants."
"That's life for mortals. That's fate. Your cleverness is a joke in the face of absolute power."
Yu Liang's face quickly turned purplish-red, and his lungs felt like crumpled pieces of dry paper, unable to squeeze out a single breath.
The edges of my vision began to collapse, and darkness surged in like a tide.
But he did not struggle.
The pads of the index finger and thumb of the intact right hand were still pressed together, gently and rhythmically twisting.
Once, twice.
It was like twisting an invisible thread, or like counting down to this damned fate.
He counted in seconds.
He is waiting.
"Beg for mercy," the old Taoist's voice was like sandpaper grinding against bone, "make two noises, and this poor Taoist might take pity on you and leave you with a whole corpse."
Yu Liang's eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and his consciousness was teetering on the edge of dissipation.
But he smiled.
With great difficulty, he pulled the corners of his mouth upward, revealing a row of teeth stained red with blood.
That wasn't a plea for mercy born of fear, but rather a gambler's mockery as he watched the house about to lose everything.
This smile made Huang Long's heart skip a beat for no apparent reason.
Yu Liang's Adam's apple bobbed violently. With the last wisp of breath in his chest, he moved his lips slightly and silently uttered three words.
"Look...at...the sky..."
Huang Long's body suddenly stiffened.
If anyone else had said that, he would have killed them with a single blow.
But this mortal... this damned mortal just stirred up the earthly evil energy, ruining his Golden Core cultivation!
Suspicion is the secret to a cultivator's longevity, but also a curse etched into their very bones.
This mortal is too strange; he's been scheming from the very beginning, and every step he takes is a trap.
"In the sky? Could it be that this Earthly Fiend Formation has a hidden trick up its sleeve?"
Almost instinctively, a chill ran down his spine, and Huang Long's gaze involuntarily drifted upwards for a moment.
The grip on his neck loosened for a fraction of a second.
enough.
There are no divine soldiers descending from the heavens in this world; there are only the demons in people's hearts.
Yu Liang's specialty is catching ghosts.