Beginning with the Ubume Bird Chapter 132

Chapter 132: 31

“Not bad, fellas, this the King of Honda?”

At the entrance, several young men in their twenties were standing under a road pole, marveling at a black motorcycle.

One of them, a young man with thick eyebrows and an upright figure, held a motorcycle helmet in one hand, his face was expressionless, but he was secretly thrilled.

“Not bad, got it a couple of days ago for over forty thousand.”

“Twin-cylinder?”

“No shit.”

The thick-browed young man rolled his eyes.

“Give us a couple of laps, come on.”

The crowd around him cheered him on.

The thick-browed young man coughed once, and swung his leg over to sit on the bike.

The engine roared to life.

The turbocharger bellowed, the earth burst open, and the Dodge Tomahawk churned up a wild torrent of air, fiercely crushing the road.

The airflow brushed past the faces of several young motor enthusiasts, leaving them looking at each other in bewilderment.

“What the hell was that just now?”

“A motorcycle?”

“Are you kidding?”

They raced out after it for several hundred meters.

Fuel motorcycles were a flash in the pan in the country, but that didn't stop the young men from stretching their necks to watch the departing silver beast, swearing non-stop.

Red flames and apricot-yellow lights alternately flickered on Wushan's body, like two ribbons extending for over a zhang.

The red flames were known as “Nan Li,”

The apricot-yellow lights were known as “Zhong Wu,”

The dragon-patterned large saber danced in the air, turning “Nan Li” into a sky of red ashes.

But the red ashes that drifted down burned black holes into Zhao Xin's shirt, the pain turning his eyes bloodshot. Gritting his teeth, he swung his dark saber into a splash of ink.

The black stream and “Zhong Wu” were like two fierce pythons, entwining each other. After a dozen breaths, the black stream started to wither away.

Wushan moved casually, with his arms folded across his chest, clearly still at ease.

“At this level, you can't even touch me~”

Zhao Xin frowned at his taunting.

If it's a disruptive device and can't be obtained, destroying it is fine too!

“Brother, get back!”

Zhao Xin shouted, the black stream paused, then suddenly surged upwards. The dragon-patterned large saber pointed, leaving only Wushan swirling with the red and apricot ribbons on his body.

On the saber's hilt, a small black snake suddenly raised its head, two bulges pushed up from its crown, scales fell off, dragon whiskers fluttered, fierce claws protruded, and carp's tail trailed black flames.

In an instant, the small snake transformed into a black dragon, enveloping Wushan within its coils.

“Oh?”

Wushan's eyes widened as the two ribbons in front of him twisted, but he couldn't move an inch.

Zhao Xin held the saber with the back of her hand facing up, her hair dancing in the air. An exotic beast with a goat's beard and a lion's body, sporting two horns, rose behind her. Its body was as white and pure as jade.

Bai Ze, knowing the feelings of myriad creatures, understands the ancient Qi that forms beings and wandering souls that transform. There are precisely one thousand five hundred and twenty types.

– “Cloud Collection Seven Signs”

Around Bai Ze formed clouds shaping into tigers, leopards, dragons, elephants, eagles, hawks, apes that gnaw at mountains, and Kun that strike the sea, finally turning into a boiling cloud atop the girl's head.

A terrifying aura spread out.

Wushan's eyes bulged with regret.

Zhao Xin's calf bent, she hopped back in her black boots, her wrist lifted, and she flung the large saber upwards. The saber arc brushed past her head, entwining the boiling cloud, and smashed down on the immobile Wushan!

Ten Cities? Ten Cities Peak?

This cloud had the power of a Nine Luminaries level at their pinnacle, willing to strike with the ferocity of dying!

This was the inheritance befitting a “Fur Master”…

Bai Ze.

In the blink of an eye, a black lightning bolt streaked through the sky, its sharp claws seizing the colorful jade rod in Wushan's hand, feathers creating a black torrent.

Nine-Winged Sudu's alluring face drew a slight smile.

She burst into flight!

A burly arm grabbed Nine-Winged Sudu's wrist!

She looked down to see a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.

Wildness saturated Wushan's face.

He forcefully tore through the black dragon's body with his arm, jerked it down fiercely, and placed Nine-Winged Sudu in front of himself!

The boiling cloud slammed into Nine-Winged Sudu's back.

“Boom~”

The cloud burst, soil crumbled, and the roots of century-old trees showed their ivory color.

Xiangshan Guijian Chou, the peak with two massive breast-shaped rocks resembling incense burners, hence the name.

Today's Guijian Chou trembled slightly from its base to its top.

The rocks at the peak were shaken down, raising dust that obscured the moon's corona!

Nine-Winged Sudu staggered, then fell to the ground with a thud. Her back and the base of her wings were turned inside out, revealing stark white bones.

The dust settled, revealing Wushan's face.

From the beginning, Wushan's attention had been on the sky, on Nine-Winged Sudu who couldn't help but reveal a trace of her aura when she saw the imperial decree.

“The secret of Dragon Tiger Qi, Ten Cities Peak, Nine-Winged Sudu.”

Wushan named them like treasures in his palm. He pulled his right foot out from under Nine-Winged Sudu, stepping over the temptress's black feathers.

“Not bad in strength, but lacking in brains.”

Zhao Xin's arm was already trembling so much that he could not grip the saber's shaft.

Wushan's right hand was held at an awkward angle, clearly broken.

The nimble cobalt blue water flow wrapped around Wushan's right hand, and in roughly a few breaths, Wushan was nimbly moving his fingers, completely healed.

The cobalt blue water flow was named “Bei Zao”.

“Among the many Yan Fu heritages, apart from the grade, there are also differences in the parts.”

Wushan stepped closer to Zhao Xin, acting as if Zhao Wu, who stood protectively in front of the girl, did not exist.

“Casting aside the dead, among the ten types, 'spirit' is the most revered. The spirit of an Exotic Beast, rare one in ten thousand.”

“And next are the strengths of the Exotic Beasts. The Serpent swallows elephants, its strength lies in its 'stomach'; the mocking phoenix enjoys distant views, its strength in its 'pupils', and so on.”

When Wushan moved, Zhao Wu moved.

In an instant, five colors burst forth!

Bang!

The large, knuckle-bearing hand, with its muscles bulging, smashed Zhao Wu's head into the ground.

Wushan's palm pressed Zhao Wu's head firmly into the ground, looming over him.

Blue-green, white, apricot-yellow, scarlet-red, cobalt blue.

Behind Wushan, five banners fluttered in the wind as if they were ancient gods challenging the heavens.

“Bai Ze understands the kinds of ghosts and gods, covering one thousand and one hundred fifty types, with its strength in the heart of discernment.”

Wushan and Zhao Xin faced each other.

“Little girl, I am very interested in your heritage.”

Zhao Xin's lips trembled, nearly shattering her silver teeth.

Xuan Ming, Bai Ze, both were heritages ranked extremely high up.

Could it be that they could not defeat a mere General Cat?

General Cat, without me saying, would you know it's an Exotic Beast?

“We don't want the objects anymore. We have a few other rare items at hand, along with my heritage “Xuan Ming,” all of which we'll give to you if you let us go.”

Underneath Wushan's palm, Zhao Wu spoke calmly, blood from his face trickling down like a meandering little snake, blurring his vision.

Wushan shook his head and flicked a black chess piece from his sleeve, tossing it in front of Zhao Xin.

“I only want Bai Ze. Give me the heritage, and you siblings can leave. I'll say this only once, don't be ungrateful.”

“Fine, no problem.”

Zhao Xin's voice was hoarse.

Blood entered Zhao Wu's eyes and mouth, tasting salty and bitter.

Wushan made a gesture of invitation.

“Do you really like drinking?”

Zhao Wu suddenly asked.

“So what?”

“Xuan Ming can control water, and it can also control blood.”

Although Wushan seemed wild, his mind was incredibly shrewd. He laughed in anger, his tone laden with undisguised murderous intent.

“Finish it~”

“Brother, no…”

“Shut up.”

Zhao Wu placed his fingers over his own eyes.

“A long time ago, I tried controlling water; it was easy, but controlling blood was difficult.”

The turbine began to whir.

“Even with a bleeding wound, ordinary Xuan Ming power is hard to control the blood of a living person, I think because water has no spirit, but blood has a master.”

“But if the blood is mixed with too many impurities, as long as I pay the same price…”

The damp sound was chilling.

Blood and an unknown fluid spilled down Zhao Wu's nose; he forcefully gouged out one of his own eyeballs.

The heavy motorcycle crushed the earth; a green turnip top flew off the silver body.

Wushan clenched his teeth as his right eye swelled and shot out a foot-long blood arrow.

Zhao Wu bellowed at the top of his lungs, “I'll say it one last time, “Xuan Ming” is yours, let us go…”

Wushan's fingers gradually exerted pressure.

“I just told you, don't be, ungrateful!”

“Bang~”

Wushan felt an excruciating pain in his back, and a mouthful of old blood spurted from his throat.

In front of Zhao Xin, a silver beast pounced, hitting Wushan and sending him flying into the air!

An 8.3-liter Viper 500 horsepower V10 engine, configured like a four-wheel sports car.

With a top speed of 670 kilometers per hour, one and a half times that of the Bugatti Veyron, touted as the world's fastest sports car.

A rolling piece of art, a beast forbidden to hit the roads.

The Dodge Tomahawk.

Wushan in mid-air, bleeding from his teeth, a splash of fresh blood scattered in the air.

The heavy motorcycle, like a tricky beast, charged forward, pushing Wushan's body ahead.

“Bang!”

A tree thick enough for two people to embrace was forcibly broken, the trunk cracking as the Dodge Tomahawk recklessly pinned Wushan against it.

Wushan glared back, locking eyes with the person on the motorcycle.

Li Yan straightened up, vigorously chewing something in his mouth, pressed down on the throttle, and the restless wheels spun wildly.

“Ahhhhhhhh~”

Bloodshot filled the eyes of both men, like two lone wolves staring at each other.

Chapter end