plumnovel In Chapter 18, this game was won by a mere half a point by an ordinary person.
In Chapter 18, this game was won by a mere half a point by an ordinary person.
Huanglong Zhenren laughed, and his laughter shook the surrounding pebbles so much that they seemed to dance.
"mortal……"
"Continue calculating?"
The old man's gums were yellowed, and every word he uttered sounded like thick phlegm coughed up from deep in his throat, carrying a suffocating malice and mockery.
"So you're setting another trap for me? What are you going to use to break this one? Your life?"
The grip on Yu Liang's neck loosened slightly.
It wasn't crushed, it's just stuck.
He was enjoying the sensation of a mortal heart pounding wildly beneath his fingertips, like a cat toying with a mouse whose spine had been bitten through.
"Don't be in such a hurry to die."
The blood vessels in Huanglong Zhenren's eyes darted wildly, greed instantly overshadowing his killing intent.
He leaned close to Yu Liang's face, his voice extremely low, as if afraid of disturbing the lingering cause and effect in the wind.
"If Your Highness wishes to live, I can spare your breath. But before that... tell me, how did you manage to do it?"
"Is it an ancient fragment? Or some kind of ineffable supernatural power?"
"That power that can summon heavenly thunder and control earthly evil spirits... If you hand it over, I can plead with the King of Qingzhou on your behalf."
Master Huanglong grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth. His smile was both ferocious and compassionate. "I might even take pity on you and make you my dog."
It turned out to be the case.
A sliver of clarity flashed through Yu Liang's mind, which was on the verge of exploding.
Old bastard isn't here to kill anyone, he's here to find treasure.
The King of Qingzhou wanted a prodigy, while the old Taoist priest wanted the art of "defying fate".
As long as this value remains, the old man won't dare to kill.
Yu Liang remained silent.
His throat was locked, and he couldn't speak.
But his right hand, hanging by his side, did not try in vain to pry open the iron clamp.
He was looking at his left arm.
It is disappearing.
It's not invisibility, it's utter nothingness.
Through the outline of the arm, the menacing black rock wall behind can be clearly seen.
The loan sharks have come to collect their debts.
Yeah.
In Yu Liang's bloodshot eyes, a ruthless glint appeared, a glint of rage from a gambler who had lost everything.
Since this world offers no way to survive, let's all become ghosts together!
"Well……"
A broken, breathy sound squeezed out of his throat.
The next second, the sinister smile on Huanglong Zhenren's face froze.
The feel is off.
My neck, which was originally warm and delicate, suddenly felt like a wisp of smoke that I couldn't grasp.
The sensation transmitted through my fingertips was emptiness.
"What...?"
The old Taoist priest stared in horror.
He watched helplessly as Yu Liang, like a ghost, pierced through his palm and fell to the ground with a thud.
The moment it landed, the eerie transparency suddenly solidified.
This is a crazy leap on the edge of the precipice between "existence" and "death"!
"Cough cough cough!"
Yu Liang coughed violently, greedily swallowing the foul-smelling, stale air.
He didn't die; he stole another life from the clutches of the King of Hell.
"Magic!"
Master Huanglong instinctively stepped back, staring at his palm in disbelief. "You're not a mortal! Are you a ghost cultivator? Or a demonic being who has possessed another body?!"
The fear brought by the unknown instantly overwhelmed the arrogance of the Golden Core cultivator.
But then, fear fermented into a deeper greed.
If he could obtain such a method, how could he not achieve the Great Dao?!
"Hand it over!"
Huanglong Zhenren roared and reached out to grab him.
Yu Liang ignored him.
He knelt on the ground, reached into the rubble with his right hand, and grabbed a sharp-edged piece of obsidian.
No nonsense.
Like a mad dog driven to the brink of despair, Yu Liang sprang up suddenly, the stone shard in his hand whistling through the air as he stabbed fiercely towards Huanglong Zhenren's throat.
Fast. Accurate. Ruthless.
This is a killing technique honed through street brawls, targeting only vital points.
Ding!
With a crisp crack, sparks flew everywhere.
The sharp obsidian struck his Adam's apple and instantly shattered into powder.
On that layer of filthy skin, only a faint white mark remained.
The skin wasn't even broken.
This is the Golden Elixir.
Even without spiritual power, even like a drowning dog.
This body, forged through countless trials, remains an insurmountable barrier for mortals.
Despair?
Yu Liang looked at the stone powder in his hand, his lips twitching.
That's fucking hard.
"Oh."
Master Huanglong touched his throat, the fear in his eyes dissipating, replaced by extreme rage.
I've been tricked.
I've been tricked by this bug again!
What sorcery? It's nothing but a smokescreen!
These insects couldn't harm him in the slightest!
"Since you refuse to talk, then we'll break your limbs and take you back for a thorough soul search!"
A roar like thunder.
The old Taoist priest no longer uses his hands.
He bent down and grabbed a piece of bluestone about the size of a millstone next to him.
Muscles bulged, veins bulging like snakes.
boom!
A boulder weighing several hundred kilograms was lifted high above their heads.
The shadow fell, completely enveloping Yu Liang's thin body.
"Your Highness wants you alive, but that doesn't stop me from smashing you into a pile of mud!"
"As long as you keep your head and can speak, that's enough!"
If that happens, not only would a person be crushed, but even an iron man would be turned into a pancake.
"Gambling addict—!!!"
In the distance, Su Xiu screamed in agony.
She tried to get up, but her legs were too weak, and she could only desperately dig her nails into the soil.
It’s over.
This time it's really over.
If that bastard dies, who will she ask for the money she owes him?
That's a lot of silver...
Yu Liang looked up at the huge rock hanging overhead.
He didn't dodge.
I didn't have the strength to hide anymore.
But his right hand, which was still trembling slightly, remained in the same position as the one that was twisting the cause and effect.
Thumb, rub across index finger.
He's gambling.
Bet on that line.
Bet on that woman.
"Die!"
Master Huanglong's face contorted as he exerted force with both arms, and the boulder, carrying a howling wind pressure, crashed down with a deafening roar.
A hair's breadth away.
call out--!
A sharp, piercing sound tore through the air, shattering the deathly silence.
A cold glint appeared.
It was a broken sword.
There was no spiritual energy to enhance it, and no sword light to emerge.
Only pure, terrifying power belonging to martial arts masters.
It was like a silver lightning bolt, precisely cutting through the gaps in the jumbled rocks.
puff!
The sound penetrated the flesh, muffled yet pleasant to the ear.
The broken sword, without missing a beat, pierced right into Huanglong Zhenren's left buttock.
There was a bloody, mangled tooth mark there.
It was bitten by that pig from before.
That was the only flaw in the Golden Core physical body.
It is also the only "cause and effect".
"Awooo—!!!"
A scream ten times more agonizing than that of a pig being slaughtered echoed at the foot of Tianzhu.
That was a pain that struck straight to the soul.
Master Huanglong convulsed violently, and his hands, which were holding up the boulder, instantly lost their strength.
Boom!
The boulder slipped from his grasp and grazed Yu Liang's nose before crashing to the ground.
The earth shook violently.
Shards of stone flew everywhere, cutting Yu Liang's cheek.
But he didn't even blink.
He smiled.
His laughter was silent, yet incredibly arrogant.
The bet was won.
At the end of the rocky beach, gray mist swirls.
A figure, dragging a broken leg, walked out step by step.
That official robe, which symbolized imperial authority and dignity, was already tattered and worn.
His long hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in blood.
But her spine stood straighter than the pillar of heaven behind her.
Ling Qingxuan.
She was carrying a steel rod that she had picked up from the ruins.
His eyes were as cold as knives.
She looked at Huanglong Zhenren, who was rolling on the ground clutching his buttocks, and then glanced at Yu Liang, who was slumped on the ground, grinning foolishly at her.
Ling Qingxuan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, raised the iron rod, and pointed it at the high and mighty cultivator.
His voice was hoarse, yet every word was firm and resonant.
"This blow."
She stared intently into those terrified eyes, a chilling, sinister smile twisting her lips.
"This is a reward for the 'ants' you've trampled under your feet!"
Yu Liang laboriously raised his hand and gave a thumbs-up.
"Exquisite".
"superior!"
No tactical communication or eye contact is needed.
This is the tacit understanding between outlaws.
Ling Qingxuan, dragging his iron rod, launched a charge.
Yu Liang grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and, like a treacherous venomous snake, circled around to Huanglong Zhenren's flank.
Even Su Xiu, who was terrified in the distance, wiped away her tears and snot, and while crying, picked up the still unconscious pig, grabbed a stone, closed her eyes, and started throwing it this way.
"You dare bully my creditor! I'll beat you to death, you worthless piece of trash! I'll beat you to death!"
This moment.
In this desolate land abandoned by the gods.
A swindler, a useless official, a village girl, and a pig.
They formed the most humble yet most insane God-Slaying Alliance in the world.
"Don't hit his head! Hit his butt! That's his weak point!"
As Yu Liang poured lime into Huang Long's eyes, he viciously commanded, "As long as he can live, what does shame matter!"
"Despicable! Shameless! I am a Golden Core cultivator... Ah!"
Just as Huanglong Zhenren was about to curse, Ling Qingxuan's iron rod slammed down on the wound where the broken sword was stuck.
Secondary damage.
The blow landed squarely on the skin.
The once lofty immortal was now writhing and screaming in the mud, clutching his head, looking even more pathetic than a stray dog that had died by the roadside.
But just as Yu Liang was about to pick up a sharp stone and end the old bastard's life,
call--
A gentle breeze blew by.
Yu Liang's hand suddenly froze.
The nauseating, fishy smell was gone from the air.
He suddenly looked up and around.
The originally pervasive gray-black turbid air is thinning at a visible rate.
The exhaust vent under that pillar... was blocked?
No, the ley lines repaired themselves.
A faint, cool breeze returned to the air.
That's spiritual energy.
"Hahaha……"
Huanglong Zhenren, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stopped screaming.
He slowly raised his head.
Those swollen, red eyes no longer held fear, but rather a resentment powerful enough to incinerate heaven and earth.
He smiled.
"The game of mortals has ended."