The Pursuit

"But..."

"It's alright. Although I'm not skilled in martial arts, these two aren't particularly formidable either. I just wasn't familiar with their moves and suffered a slight loss. From now on, I'll have to get serious."

Diao Mei sneered, "You talk a good game, but the same applies to us. We weren't familiar with your methods before, so we held back a bit when we attacked. Now it seems your abilities are nothing special. If we went all out, we could finish you off within ten moves."

Mao Wei also said, "It's clear that your greatest skill is poison, but unfortunately, the Filthy Blood Dharma Body we cultivate is itself a poison-attribute Cultivation Body. Even our blood contains potent poison, so naturally we are not afraid of your poison techniques."

Murong Wu shared the same view, and thus secretly resolved to flee in the opposite direction as soon as his master started another battle, hoping to attract the attention of an enemy.

Wu Xiu saw through Murong Wu at a glance and warned, "Stand here and don't move. You are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission."

"But..."

"Don't listen to the nonsense of these two self-righteous fools. Fools are contagious. Poisoning and medicine are just my cultivation methods, not martial arts. Although I am not good at martial arts, it doesn't mean I can't fight. These days, people who can't fight are looked down upon, even if they are at the Spirit Transformation stage. Everyone should have a few self-defense techniques."

Wu Xiu activated her internal Cultivation Body, and her injuries healed rapidly. She walked forward slowly and said, "In everything, one must know how to play to one's strengths and avoid one's weaknesses. People like us who devote all our energy to medicine are certainly no match for those fighting cocks who fight all day long in terms of actual combat ability. But when it comes to actual combat, you can't reason with the enemy. So we need an alternative method to make up for this weakness as much as possible."

Mao Wei and Diao Mei naturally wouldn't stand idly by while Wu Xiu finished speaking. They immediately launched their attacks together. Diao Mei's Phantom Sword trembled incessantly, like a snake spitting its tongue, making it difficult to discern the correct direction of the attack. It seemed as if it might turn around at any moment to launch a sneak attack on Murong Wu.

Ignoring the enemy's offensive, Wu Xiu continued, "Our sect's Internal Cultivation is good at offense but not defense. Therefore, we must either seize the initiative at every turn, forcing the enemy to defend, or keep the enemy at bay, preventing them from making contact. The former requires rich combat experience and superb martial arts skills, which contradicts our cultivation method, so we can only choose the latter."

"Ghostly Evil Wards Off Demons!"

Mao Wei's attack came first, with dense Yin Qi condensing into a giant ghost claw that reached towards his face.

Suddenly, Wu Xiu's right hand twitched, and a steel whip appeared in her palm without her noticing. She lashed it out and shattered the ghost claw with a "crack." The Reverse Countering True Qi attached to the whip seeped back into Mao Wei's body, causing him to groan and stagger backward.

"Without a Trace!"

With Diao Mei, Wu Xiu was unable to retract her whip, her Movement Method became explosive, leaping left and right, high and low, rising like Jinghong and falling like lightning, leaving everyone breathless. Within a radius of three zhang, her afterimages were everywhere, densely enveloping Wu Xiu, while dark sword shadows rained down like arrows.

However, the steel whip in Wu Xiu's hand instantly changed shape, transforming into a bronze bell that enveloped her and blocked all the sword shadows.

"What the hell is this?!"

Diao Mei was shocked and was about to change her move, concentrating her power to try to break through at a single point, but the bronze bell changed again, instantly transforming into a long scythe with a handle that was two meters long. It looked quite out of place in the hands of the short Wu Xiu. With a flash of cold light, it slashed towards her neck.

Diao Mei dodged the sickle with a quick turn, but a thin cut was still made on her neck. If her reaction had been even a fraction slower, she would have been decapitated.

"This item is called 'Hundred-Refined Finger-Wrapping Softness,' a liquid alloy that changes shape according to the flow of True Qi. Therefore, we don't need to specifically cultivate any sword or Swordsmanship; just use whatever weapon you find most effective."

As they spoke, the scythe transformed into a large shield. Wu Xiu raised the shield and charged at Mao Wei. Mao Wei roared and activated the Earth Evil Seal, gathering earth energy in his palms, attempting to forcefully break the strange weapon.

However, the surface of the shield suddenly sprouted countless sharp spikes, as if it had turned into the back of a porcupine. Mao Wei hurriedly stopped and retreated, but he was still a step too slow. Several holes were pierced in his body, and even a bloody hole appeared on his face.

"Don't be confined to common standard weapons, don't be limited by your preconceived notions. You can design the shape of the weapon however you like, all sorts of strange and unusual things are fine, as long as it can defeat the enemy."

Wu Xiu even had the leisure to instruct Murong Wu, which shows that she was quite adept at handling things.

"Damn it, let's just use our ultimate moves and settle this once and for all, let's see what changes this weapon can make." Mao Wei said viciously, clutching the bloody hole in his body.

Diao Mei nodded, about to forcefully push her Cultivation Body to its limit, when a flash of blood-red light passed overhead, leaving behind a hurried warning. "Run!"

"That's... the Sect Master's voice?"

"Didn't he join forces with the Beast King Anye? How could he have been defeated? Did the Beast King Anye betray him and switch sides on the spot?"

Mao Wei and Diao Mei exchanged bewildered glances, unable to comprehend how the combined strength of their sect leader and the Beast King Anye could be defeated by someone else. They could only conclude that some kind of accident had occurred. But whatever the reason, since even their sect leader had fled, they could no longer afford to stay, or they might not be able to leave.

"Tch, consider yourself lucky, I'll let you go today."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiu scoffed, "Typical lines from a minor character."

"Damn it, remember this!"

Chapter 564 The Chase

In a secluded mountain cave, a powerful Power of Anomalies gathers, and Otherworld Domain invades the mortal world, distorting the Principle of the Great Dao within a radius of a hundred feet. At the center of this Otherworld Domain space, the Beast King Anye is healing his injuries.

In the past, no matter what kind of injury one suffered, even the most yang, pure, strong, and powerful Fist Intent would become a mottled and chaotic Fist Intent under the influence of the distorted Otherworld Domain Principle, and then be easily dissolved.

However, the horrifying sword wound on the chest of the Beast King Anye never healed. That sharp, Evil-Slaying Sword Intent was even more difficult to deal with than a bone-deep infection. It lingered on his chest, resisting the power of the Otherworld Domain, unaffected by the distorted Principle, like a reef in the sea, standing firm against the wind and rain.

The Beast King Anye had long been aware of the difficulty of the Evil-Slaying Sword Intent, but he had never encountered such a pure and powerful Sword Intent before. The mastery of the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique by Alliance Leader Sima was enough to make the geniuses of the Evil-Slaying Sword School Sect over the past few hundred years feel ashamed of themselves. It was as different as a snake transforming into a dragon.

The Sword Intent devoured the Power of Anomalies, constantly transforming it into Evil-Slaying Sword Qi strengthen itself and resist the invasion of external forces. At first glance, it seemed as if it was the local tyrant of this body, while the Beast King Anye was a ferocious dragon crossing the river.

After suppressing and dispersing the Evil-Slaying Sword Intent to a certain extent, the Beast King Anye found it difficult to gain any further advantage. The opponent's density had increased dramatically, as if it had transformed from charcoal into diamond, making its resistance exceptionally strong.

After wasting half a day and realizing that he couldn't neutralize the Sword Intent, the Beast King Anye had no choice but to change his approach. His body rapidly expanded, with tumor-like muscles constantly layering on top of each other, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a gigantic monster, nearly ten meters tall and about forty meters long, almost filling the entire cave. This was his true form.

This monster has three heads, resembling a bear, wolf, and dog, but with lion, tiger, and leopard ears on them. Its body shape is more feline, and it is covered in scales with horns on its head. It has features of almost every animal, making it look like a hodgepodge of beasts, completely deviating from the concept of species.

As the Beast King Anye grew larger, the sword mark also expanded, resembling a venomous dragon coiled on its chest, asserting its presence.

However, in his true form, the Beast King's survivability is greatly enhanced. In his human form, if he were to hollow out his chest, even with his super regeneration ability, he would surely die and could only wait to be reborn. But after transforming into his true form, he has five hearts and many vital parts have replacements, so he no longer has a unique fatal wound. He immediately used his claws to gouge out the flesh near the sword wound.

"Huff... huff..."

Chunks of flesh were dug out and thrown on the ground, their total weight no less than that of an elephant. Blood gushed out, filling the entire cave with a thick, pungent stench. A horrible gash appeared on the Beast King Anye's body. But as the flesh writhed, it healed at a visible speed.

A moment later, the Beast King Anye returned to human form. The sword wound on his chest was gone, but his face was unusually pale, and his aura was weaker than ever before. After all, the flesh and blood that healed the wounds did not grow out of thin air; it also required a large amount of vital Jing Essence.

"It's a miscalculation that such a powerful being would appear among humans. I should have done everything I could to help the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King. Without him blocking my way, all the demons and monsters are coming after me."

The Beast King Anye recalled yesterday's battle, reflecting on every detail. In the end, he had to admit that if it were a one-on-one life-or-death duel, the leader of the Heavenly Martial Alliance would have a 70% chance of winning. Although he was still holding back his trump cards, his opponent clearly hadn't used his full strength. This was a situation he had never encountered before.

For hundreds of years, he has been entangled in a life-and-death struggle with the Evil-Slaying Sword School. Although he has been killed several times, his opponents have relied on the power of their sword formations, or through elaborate schemes and painstaking planning, using every means to weaken his combat strength. Each time, he has to pay a heavy price. The number of Evil-Slaying Sword School experts who have died at his hands is at least ten times the number of times he has died.