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Chapter 207: The Black Dog's Covert Protection and a New Chess Player in Dao City (Part 1)
Chapter 207: The Black Dog's Covert Protection and a New Chess Player in Dao City (Part 1)
A scorching and dazzling mushroom cloud emitted extreme light and heat, piercing through the clouds and infusing the leaden sky.
Countless drifting snowflakes melted into rainwater, falling endlessly.
The howling wind roared, and heat waves surged.
The firelight reflected on the Niu Mo mask, and the flowing flames resembled golden flowing clouds.
The Corpse God Sect's Embodiments on this mission, including twenty-seven Seven Elemental Embodiments and three Six Ministries Embodiments, were all eliminated by Li Cheng.
This lineup was indeed formidable, and without the use of a great slaughter artifact, it would have been quite troublesome to defeat them.
Most importantly, these Embodiments had set up a ritual altar, intending to summon the Corpse God Will.
Li Cheng had faced the Six Ministries' mid-tier Corpse God Will once before, and if it descended again... it would be no easy task to deal with.
This was equivalent to the power of a Heaven and Man as One Great Saint Master or a Golden Body Transformation Divine Essence True Man.
At this moment, Li Cheng still found it somewhat challenging to handle.
Li Cheng, who always advocated for a steady approach, would never take such a risky move.
It was out of the question to allow the Corpse God Will to descend.
So, he directly used the great slaughter artifact, giving them a big mushroom cloud.
With his hands raised, the black robe fluttering, Li Cheng's mud pill between his eyebrows opened and closed, and the Star Plucking Eye spun rapidly within.
Pure Heart · Bind Spirit!
In an instant, distorted soul spirits emerged from the dead bodies, even from the mushroom cloud's explosive center, where Divine Natures transformed into Divine Nature Chess Pieces and gathered, drifting towards him.
However, the twenty-seven Seven Elemental Embodiments couldn't condense Bind Spirit soul spirits.
In the end, Li Cheng obtained Soul Core Transformation-level Divine Nature Chess Pieces, totaling one hundred and twenty-five. Each of the two Embodiments provided seventy-five and fifty pieces, respectively, revealing the difference in their strengths.
The Divine Form Realm's Divine Nature Chess Pieces reached one thousand five hundred and fifty...
After all, there were twenty-seven Divine Essence True Men, and on average, each provided about fifty Divine Nature Chess Pieces.
They died under the Divine Nature Chess Pieces' Great Snowstorm, and in the end, they also transformed into Divine Nature Chess Pieces for Li Cheng.
After collecting all the Divine Nature Chess Pieces, Li Cheng pinched the two Bind Spirit soul spirits transformed from the Six Ministries Embodiments into two chess pieces and did not linger at this place any longer.
With a light touch of his toes, his body shot out swiftly.
The blood-red clouds lifted his figure, soaring into the sky, rising from the ground!
Only the mushroom cloud, gradually dissipating its power, remained, like a dream.
...
...
The Hunter Pavilion's killer was truly cursing inwardly.
Facing Zhu Chaoyang, Lu Yao, and the madman Xie Jing, they chose to retreat while fighting.
Zhu Chaoyang wielded a black ink sword, sweeping it out with barely visible sword light. His domineering and peerless martial arts, also a Saint's ultimate skill, continuously drew blood from the Hunter Pavilion's Golden Masked Killer.
On the other side, Lu Yao was more relaxed, merely chasing after the opponent, maintaining a distance, and occasionally throwing out a Divine Nature spell, causing the opponent to rage uncontrollably.
Xie Jing, on the other hand, was fearless, gripping his sword and charging forward like a madman, relentlessly pursuing the Golden Masked Killer who had just entered the Great Saint Master realm.
Zhu Chaoyang and Lu Yao even intentionally freed their hands, knowing that Xie Jing was forcing them to break through to the Great Saint Master realm.
The killer was furious, but he also understood that the situation was no longer under their control.
It seemed that the Corpse God Sect had been eliminated by the Netherworld, and if they continued to be besieged, they would eventually die.
Therefore, this Great Saint Master was unwilling to linger in battle.
Bang!
Xie Jing flew backward, his legs digging into the ground, furrowing a ditch, and the mixed snow and mud piled up into a small hill.
The powerful sword energy became increasingly sharp, rising from his body without end.
Gripping the sword, his battle intent surged, and with the enemy before him, Xie Jing had only one thought: to kill!
Clang!
The long sword slashed across the ground, releasing a chilling light. With a fierce roar, Xie Jing's Temple Guardian Office Governor's uniform flapped in the wind.
The sword's ringing blast echoed in his mind, and he recalled the mighty Dragon Elephant Vajra will from the battle between Niu Mo and Yuan Jia Gang in the Golden Light City.
It was as if a divine dragon roared and a giant elephant cried out.
How terrifying and domineering it was!
His sword...
Could also!
As the sword rang out, a sword wind howled, and a strand of Divine Nature finally condensed and took shape on the swinging blade, merging with the cold light, rolling and shimmering.
It was like a giant python spitting out its tongue, slicing through the surrounding airflow.
The sharp Divine Nature raged, parting the waves of air.
Great Saint Master...
Break!
Xie Jing roared, slashing his sword towards the Hunter Pavilion's Golden Masked Killer. This time, he was not pushed back but instead clashed with the opponent's continuous explosions and killing moves.
Success!
As Xie Jing fought fiercely, condensing Divine Nature and releasing Divine Nature energy, it meant he had officially stepped into the Great Saint Master realm.
Zhu Chaoyang clenched the black ink sword and burst into hearty laughter.
Seeing his former junior's performance, he felt genuinely delighted.
The three Hunter Pavilion's Golden Masked Killers had extremely ugly expressions beneath their masks.
The three of them exchanged glances and, without hesitation, took out silver spheres.
"This is..."
Zhu Chaoyang's laughter abruptly stopped, his eyes fixed on the spheres. With a flick of his sword, sword energy swirled.
However, the three silver spheres exploded, releasing a rolling silver smoke that spread and enveloped them.
This smoke contained Six Ministries Divine Crystals powder, making it impossible for their divine senses to continue tracking the three's figures.
Even the all-seeing Jiao Shaqiu couldn't help but furrow his brows.
"Tang Clan's mechanism, Silver Smoke Thunder Bomb."
This device could block divine sense scans, making it an excellent tool for escape.
It was a relatively niche escape mechanism.
Unexpectedly, the Golden Masked Killer from Hunter Pavilion had one on hand.
Zhu Chaoyang, Lu Yao, and the recently advanced Xie Jing wanted to pursue, but they were enveloped by the silver smoke, and when they tore through the smoke of the divine crystal powder, they froze in shock.
Because the three Golden Masked Killers from Hunter Pavilion...
Were all shattered into pieces, falling to the ground.
A towering figure, like a mountain, wore a straw hat, revealing a cute, cow-faced mask.
The air still carried the lingering roar of a fierce dragon.
"Niu Mo!"
Zhu Chaoyang's hair stood on end, and his eyes revealed a mix of caution and gravity.
He was puzzled.
Why would Zhu Chaoyang feel terrified and horrified by Niu Mo, a mere initial Grand Master who had only cultivated two divine beams?
Could it be that Niu Mo had already grasped the true essence of the Martial Saint's ultimate technique or even developed a killing move?
Niu Mo's oppressive aura was overwhelming, his body enveloped in blood-red energy like a thick fog, as if wearing crimson armor.
His towering figure exuded a burning, powerful flesh, like a blazing furnace.
The air was cold and murderous, swirling with a frenzied gale.
Zhu Chaoyang clutched his ink-black blade, his eyes filled with gravity.
Xie Jing looked at Niu Mo with fervor and even adoration. Although he had just advanced to the Grand Master realm, he knew he couldn't withstand a single move from Niu Mo.
Lu Yao, on the other hand, didn't care. What did a standoff between a group of crude martial artists have to do with a Divine Essence True Man like him?
He glanced at the ground where the Golden Masked Killers from Hunter Pavilion had been brutally beheaded by Niu Mo, and upon closer inspection, he noticed that their Heaven and Earth Jade was gone.
Lu Yao rolled his eyes.
That cow was indeed fast...
The next moment, Lu Yao's divine nature surged, and he floated towards the carriage.
Zhu Chaoyang sheathed his ink-black blade, nodded, and then retreated.
Only Xie Jing, full of fervor, approached Niu Mo: "Senior Niu Mo!"
"I don't know... Is the Netherworld still recruiting?"
"I'm willing to follow you, Senior, and learn the martial path from you!"
Xie Jing sheathed his sword and stood upright, bowing deeply.
"The Netherworld is not recruiting."
Li Cheng glanced at Xie Jing.
"You have your own martial path."
After speaking, Li Cheng raised his head and met Jiao Shaqiu's primordial spirit gaze.
With a slight nod, Li Cheng clutched the flying thunder chess piece and vanished.
Xie Jing looked up but couldn't find Niu Mo, feeling a sense of loss...
He returned to the caravan and saw Li Qingshan, wearing a cat-faced mask, sitting sideways on the carriage shaft, still tossing the sheep-horn hammer that could break the heavens.
A mix of emotions surged within Xie Jing.
This bastard Li Qingshan could join the Netherworld, but he, Xie Jing, had been rejected.
Sigh... Envious of Li Qingshan's first day.
Rumble—
Jiao Shaqiu's powerful primordial spirit returned, and the fluttering curtain dropped.
Nie Yang adjusted his straw hat, sheathed his bloodstained broken sword, and sat on the carriage shaft, continuing to drive.
Li Chengzhou, on the other hand, watched with bright eyes.
So... His carriage driver master was so formidable!
"Continue the journey."
Jiao Shaqiu coughed a few times, and his aged voice floated out.
The leader of the caravan, a master of the late Master Stage, hurriedly responded with a fist salute.
This escort leader dared not act recklessly before such a powerful figure as Jiao Shaqiu.
The carriage wheels turned, crushing the snow, and the caravan continued on its way.
As Li Qingshan was about to throw the sheep-horn hammer, he abruptly stopped...
"Huh?"
"It's over?!"
Li Qingshan's eyes narrowed, and he froze in surprise.
He hadn't even made a move!
Wasn't this trip to Dao City supposed to be dangerous, with the Corpse God Sect, Hunter Pavilion, and the Dragon Girl's mother, sent by the young prince Ji Haihui, dispatching experts?
Why... was there only a killer from Hunter Pavilion? Where was the Corpse God Sect?
Where were the experts from the Dragon God Clan?
Li Qingshan bit his teeth in frustration.
The Netherworld's cat-faced one had missed out again.
After the caravan set off again, the dragon-horse, soothed by Jiao Shaqiu's primordial spirit, calmed down and even worked harder.
The carriage galloped, and the children peered out the windows, longing for the outside world.
Inside the carriage, Xixi gathered with her friends.
"Did you see the mushroom smoke just now?"
"Such beautiful fireworks must have been set off by our Niu Niu Master!"
Xixi's eyes shone with adoration, like little stars.
Xixi blinked her big eyes and said seriously, "One day, I'll set off such beautiful fireworks too!"
Gong Yuanliang and Gong Yangxiu immediately clapped.
"Xixi the Great will definitely succeed! You must invite us to watch!"
Xixi couldn't contain her smile, her lips curling upwards, and she nodded in satisfaction.
No wonder ancient emperors had so many treacherous ministers; after all, their flattering words were music to everyone's ears.
Nearby, Tie Shancai, propping his head with both hands, looked at Gong Yuanliang and Gong Yangxiu with disdain and scorn.
"Bootlickers."
Tie Shancai sneered in contempt.
Hai Chaosheng glanced at Tie Shancai, seemingly finding resonance.
As they passed under the towering mushroom cloud that still hung in the sky, Xixi admired it for a while until a towering tree on the official road blocked her view.
Sitting on the soft carriage seat, Li Cheng let out a sigh.
"It's been a while since we lit fireworks..." Xixi pouted.
Gong Yuanliang and Gong Yangxiu scratched their heads, unable to find the right words to comfort Xixi.
It seemed like it was just last New Year's Eve when Xixi set off fireworks.
Why was she thinking about fireworks again?
Tie Shancai glanced at Gong Yangxiu, who was leaning over Xixi, and through the gaps between the people, he saw the little girl's disappointed and sad expression.
He snorted.
Then, he got up from his seat and strolled over to Xixi's side.
Pushing Gong Yangxiu and Gong Yuanliang aside, Gong Yuanliang was instantly annoyed, but upon seeing Tie Shancai, the divine child from the divine capital, he clenched his fists, daring not to speak out of anger.
"Move aside."
"You don't understand Xixi's feelings."
Tie Shancai crossed his arms and said indifferently.
He turned to Xixi.
"Xixi, when we stop for a break later, I'll set off fireworks with you. You can..."
"Bombard me!"
Xixi's eyes lit up at Tie Shancai's suggestion.
Gong Yuanliang and Gong Yangxiu were stunned.
"This guy is a master!"
Haichaosheng, sitting nearby, silently retracted his previous resonance.
This divine child was not worthy of licking the divine.
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was lively and cheerful, in stark contrast to the solemn and cold atmosphere outside.
The young masters Zhou Peng, Yun E, and Zhong Liuxiu, from the thousand-year-old noble families of Dao City, joined in the laughter and play.
Although they were all divine children, they were still children at heart, at the age of playfulness and mischief.
Adults had their own worries.
Children had their own happiness.
...
...
Li Cheng returned to the carriage through the Flying Thunder Chess Piece.
With the Heavenly Chessboard blocking his senses, he sat in a soft chair, his eyes opening and closing as he exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Removing his mask, he took off his straw hat and black robe, changing into a clean ink-colored shirt before leaning back against the soft backrest of the carriage.
The Heavenly Chessboard remained suspended above, still monitoring everything within a five-hundred-li radius.
(End of Chapter)
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