Evil God Statue

Only the eight people in the courtyard were qualified to intervene in the fight. Therefore, when the middle-aged man realized that he could not defeat his opponent, he immediately shouted, "What are you waiting for, nephew? Take this little girl as a hostage and use her to force her father to surrender!"

However, Shang Zhen did nothing; he simply stood there.

"Nephew, even now, do you still care about the bond between master and disciple? Didn't you hear her say she'd stop calling you 'eldest brother'? You've already been expelled from the sect. Do you really expect Chai Wei to forgive you?"

The middle-aged man was so frustrated he almost vomited blood. He never expected this kid to be such a loyal and righteous person. He thought, "If you're so loyal and righteous, why did you betray your sect in the first place?"

Actually, Shang Zhen didn't want to be so sentimental, but he really didn't dare to make a move!

An unprecedentedly powerful aura locked him in place, and a killing intent warned him that if he dared to interfere in the battle, he would be instantly killed without a burial place.

What's most terrifying is that there wasn't just one such terrifying aura!

"Sixth Uncle, I suddenly realized that we were wrong. People can't be so shameless. We should repent and admit our sins," Shang Zhen said, his voice trembling with tears.

Chapter 885 Evil God Statue

Yang Qiu waited in vain for Shang Zhen's help, and he was practically cursing. With his age and status in the martial arts world, he couldn't even defeat an unknown youth, especially when the youth was holding a girl. If this got out, the name of the Great Hero Flying Eagle would surely become a laughing stock.

In terms of cultivation, Yang Qiu was similar to Murong Wu, but in terms of combat experience, he was even better. However, the fist technique that Murong Wu was using at this moment contained a solemn fist force, which gave Yang Qiu the same feeling as when he first met the Heavenly Lion King. He couldn't help but feel that the other party was extremely noble, while he himself was born inferior. His fighting spirit was suppressed, and he could not exert 70% of his strength.

However, after exchanging blows, Yang Qiu felt even more that the boy's boxing skills were extraordinary and magical. Every move was skillful yet seemingly clumsy, almost returning to simplicity and authenticity. His Fist Intent was noble and majestic, and his appearance was also very impressive. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel greedy. He thought that if he could capture the boy and interrogate him to find out his martial arts skills, his own martial Dao Realm would surely advance to a higher level, and he might even be able to break through the Spirit Transformation Threshold in one fell swoop.

Therefore, Yang Qiu became even more dissatisfied with Shang Zhen's delayed arrival to help him. He knew that he alone would struggle to win; only by joining forces with Shang Zhen and the barbarians could they have a chance to capture him alive. Thus, even though he knew that distraction during battle was a major taboo for a martial artist, considering that his opponent was burdened with other matters, capable of self-defense but lacking the strength to retaliate, he couldn't help but turn and urge him on.

"Nephew, come quickly and help..."

Yang Qiu saw Shang Zhen standing motionless like a statue, his face filled with fear, and he was immediately puzzled. But before he could think about it, a sudden sense of alarm arose in his heart, and he heard a gunshot.

Bang!

Chai Wanyang suddenly produced a short pistol and fired a shot at Yang Qiu. The violent recoil caused the muzzle to rise, and the trajectory of the shot deviated greatly from what she had expected. Fortunately, the two were less than a meter apart, and she aimed at the body rather than the head, so even with the deviation, the shot still hit.

At such close range, and with Murong Wu holding him back, Yang Qiu, even if alerted, had no time to dodge and was hit squarely by the bullet. A burst of blood erupted from his left lower abdomen. Fortunately, his True Qi mitigated some of the impact, and the bullet did not penetrate deeply into his flesh.

Normally, Yang Qiu could easily expel the bullet from his body with a little internal energy, but in the midst of a fierce battle, he had no time to heal. Murong Wu seized the opportunity, threw Chai Wanyang aside, and with his hands moving like dragons emerging from the sea, he switched from defense to offense.

Yang Qiu was evenly matched with the one-armed Murong Wu, but now, facing Murong Wu at full strength, he was immediately at a disadvantage, completely controlled, and forced to retreat.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shang Zhen gritted his teeth and was about to ignore the warning behind him and take action when he suddenly heard several screams, which came from the barbarians on the other side.

These barbarians, like Shang Zhen, were warned by the Sword Intent of Si Ming and Murong Qing, but they were clearly less patient than Shang Zhen. Seeing that the people behind them were only warning them and not taking any real action, they were on guard for a while but finally couldn't help but make a move, resulting in them being killed by Liu Qingqing's rain of arrows.

In terms of cultivation, these six barbarians might not be as skilled as Yang Qiu, but they were fierce and fearless in battle. They might not lose to Yang Qiu in a one-on-one duel. However, when faced with a rain of arrows that seemed to come from nowhere, their fearlessness did not bring them any advantage. Instead, it made them more vulnerable. Two of them fell to the ground immediately after the first encounter, one shot in the throat and the other in the face. The other four were also hit by arrows, except for those that hit vital organs.

The four who escaped the barrage of arrows looked around but couldn't find the archer, or even sense his presence.

One of the barbarians, at the commander's signal, roared, "Who is it! Stop hiding and using sneak attacks! If you have the guts, come out and fight me fair and square!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air currents in the sky swirled and suddenly condensed into a huge palm print, which slammed down from the sky and smashed the barbarian into a pile of minced meat like swatting a fly.

Upon seeing this, Shang Zhen's eyes widened, and he immediately abandoned any thought of taking action, standing obediently in place to await his fate.

Without outside help, Yang Qiu was quickly forced to the brink of collapse by Murong Wu's series of attacks. He could only rely on his Movement Method to dodge and avoid being cornered. The Flame Emperor Fist Intent played an even greater role in the situation, creating more obvious mental pressure. Yang Qiu tried his best to escape, but could not find an opportunity.

After a series of punches collided, Yang Qiu suddenly swayed and his movements slowed down. It turned out that the gunshot wound in his abdomen had not been treated for a long time and had burst open again due to the pressure from the force of the punches during the fierce battle!

The saying goes, "A single hair can affect the whole body." This minor injury, which was only slightly more serious than a superficial wound for a martial artist, affected Yang Qiu's movements at a crucial moment, causing him to miss his chance to dodge and be completely enveloped by Murong Wu's fist force.

Blood Stains the Rivers and Mountains!

Murong Wu's fist force had accumulated to its peak during a series of fierce attacks. He then let out a loud shout, and the power within his body exploded completely. His fist force landed like thunder and lightning, giving no one a chance to breathe. At the same time, he stepped on the Shennong Step, pressing forward step by step, and his arms struck out with continuous force, like countless cannonballs bombarding the ground.

Yang Qiu blocked twenty-three punches in a row, but suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and lost his strength. His arms were immediately smashed open, leaving him wide open. Murong Wu hesitated for a moment, but his attack did not stop at all, and he slammed his hands into Yang Qiu's chest!

With a series of cracking sounds, Yang Qiu's ribs broke in countless places. He flew out like a kite with a broken string, blood splattering everywhere, and crashed to the ground, his fate unknown.

Seeing that Yang Qiu, the most powerful among them, had been killed, the Barbarian Hu leader hesitated no longer. He ordered his three subordinates to protect him, then raised his hands to the sky, unleashing a torrent of Vicious Qi, and shouted, "I offer my body and soul, my liver, brain, blood, and flesh as a sacrifice; I beseech your demonic soul and profound spirit to descend upon my divine palace!"

Si Ming, who was hiding in the corner, originally intended to kill the man casually, but he immediately sensed a powerful force brewing underground, seemingly triggered by the barbarian's words.

"Interesting. I thought it was some kind of forbidden technique, like the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Great Art, but it seems to be some kind of summoning spell. Let's see what he can come up with." Si Ming said to Murong Qing, stopping her from drawing her sword to kill the man.

Suddenly, the ground in the courtyard rose up, and a dark shadow burst forth from the earth—it was a life-sized, pitch-black statue.

The statue wears a crown of five skulls, has a black face with fangs, three wide-open eyes, and a bristling mane. It wears a rosary of fifty human skulls around its neck and has six arms. Among the two arms on its chest, the left hand holds a skull bowl filled with human blood, the right hand holds a crescent-shaped knife, and the other four hands each hold a rosary of human bones, a trident, a drum made of human skin, and a hook. Its right leg is bent and its left leg is extended, and flames are raging behind it.

Such an image makes it obvious without even looking that it's either an evil god or a wicked deity.

Sure enough, the statue's eyes emitted a red light, shining on the barbarian leader. The barbarian leader's body rapidly expanded like an inflating balloon, his face became ferocious, and his skin gradually darkened. In just a short while, he had transformed into a three-meter-tall giant with a black face, fangs, three wide-open eyes, and a bristling mane. His appearance was exactly the same as that of the evil god statue, except that he lacked the ornaments and four arms.

After the barbarian leader caused the upheaval, the statue of the evil god weathered away and disappeared.

"Witch Ancestor Maha!"

The three barbarians looked on with awe, raised their arms high, and shouted the name of the god with fervor, as if welcoming the descent of the divine being.

The Witch Ancestor Maha felt the believer's enthusiasm, and with a wave of his arms, Vicious Qi surged forth, engulfing the three. Amidst screams of terror, he drained their Essence Blood, leaving only skeletons wrapped in human skin.

After absorbing the Essence Blood, Witch Ancestor Maha's aura rapidly increased, breaking through the Spirit Transformation Threshold. However, he was still not satisfied. He raised his hands high and released more Vicious Qi that swept in all directions. Wherever he passed, people and animals were robbed of their life force and drained of their essence. Even the corpses of the two barbarians who had just died were not exempt. His aura also rose higher and higher.

Shang Zhen hurriedly channeled his inner energy to resist the corrosive Vicious Qi, Murong Wu also quickly released his True Qi to form an energy shield to protect Chai Wanyang. At this moment, a miserable scream was heard.

"No--"

Yang Qiu, who had intended to feign death and wait for an opportunity to escape, suffered the consequences. Although he tried his best to resist the absorption, he was seriously injured and ultimately unable to do so. After a stalemate, he was still drained of his essence and turned into a skeleton covered with human skin.

Witch Ancestor Maha intended to further expand the absorption range, but a powerful palm force descended from the sky, slamming him into the ground with a loud bang.