"Human, don't push your luck!" Xiangliu roared, keeping all seventeen of his eyes shut.
There had originally been eighteen, but Chang Ping had shot one blind.
Although Xiangliu was a Legendary Demon Beast, his eyes were extremely fragile. Even a Silver Weapon could damage them.
Chang Ping aimed at Xiangliu's eyes and fired. The bullets struck his eyelids, sending sparks flying.
"I'm pushing my luck? Your Demon Beast race slaughtered our entire human race, and you've still got the nerve to say I'm pushing my luck? Yeah, I'm pushing it. What are you gonna do about it? If you've got the guts, come out and bite me, you idiot!"
Xiangliu was so furious he nearly ground his fangs to dust.
"Come fight me in the water if you've got the guts! I'll spit on you and kill you with one mouthful!"
Even a starving camel was bigger than a horse. Xiangliu had once been the strongest Spirit God of the Demon Race. Though he had less than a tenth of his former power, he could still kill an ordinary man in an instant. The problem was how to trick this little idiot into the water.
"If you've got the guts, come fight me on shore! I'll slap you into spicy noodles, twist you up, and eat you!" After saying that, Chang Ping wiped the drool from his mouth with his sleeve. "You bastard, open your eyes if you've got the guts! What kind of skill is it to keep them shut? And you call yourself a Spirit God of the Demon Race? What a load of crap!"
I'm starving! I'm starving! If I don't eat soon, I'm going to starve to death!
"How do you know I'm a Spirit God of the Demon Race?" Xiangliu asked, opening his eyes in surprise.
Bang!
Chang Ping seized the opportunity and shot out another one of Xiangliu's eyes.
"Ah! You son of a bitch! What did this head ever do to you? Why do you keep aiming at it?"
With both eyes blown out, the head drooped like a wilted stalk of grain. Its long neck soon sagged into the dark pool.
Having learned his lesson, Xiangliu refused to open any of his remaining sixteen eyes, no matter what Chang Ping said.
"Not only do I know you're a Spirit God of the Demon Race, I also know you've mastered the Law of Water and the Law of Poison. How about we make a deal? Give me your Water Godhead, and I'll let you go! I'm serious—I always keep my word!"
"Go to hell!" Xiangliu lowered eight of his heads, leaving only the one in the middle raised, then slowly sank into the pool.
His scales were pitch-black, and so was the water. Once Xiangliu sank beneath the surface, he seemed to merge with the pool, making it impossible to tell where he was.
"Seriously?! You dare look down on me? Just you wait!"
Chang Ping summoned the Exchange Shop and traded for a barrel of gasoline.
The huge metal drum stood taller than a man's waist and held a full 200 liters of gasoline. It cost only 100 Strength Value.
"Hey, spicy noodles! I'll ask you one more time. Are you giving me your godhead or not?" Chang Ping rested an arm on the drum and shouted at the dark pool.
A godhead could greatly speed up the cultivation of Soul Force and make it easier to comprehend the power of laws. That, in turn, could help one become an almighty Spirit God and gain an infinite lifespan.
The surface of the water was still as an inkstone. Silence filled the cellar; it seemed that even a pin dropping would be audible.
"All right, I understand. Don't say I didn't give you a chance!"
Chang Ping unscrewed the lid of the drum, then kicked it onto its side. Gasoline burbled out of the opening and into the pool.
Gasoline was less dense than water, so it floated on the surface, gradually spreading in every direction.
Xiangliu had an exceptionally keen sense of smell. He soon noticed that the despicable human had poured something into the water.
"Idiot!" he sneered to himself, utterly disdainful. He was a Spirit God, an undying and immortal being. Whatever the human had poured in couldn't affect him.
All he had to do now was wait patiently. There was no food or drinking water here, so it wouldn't be long before the human starved to death or was poisoned by the pool.
Xiangliu had been sleeping here for hundreds of thousands of years. He had all the patience in the world to outlast this human.
On the bank, Chang Ping hoisted the drum and tipped its opening downward, shaking it twice to pour out the last of the gasoline.
"You brought this on yourself!" When he was done, Chang Ping pulled the torch from the mud and tossed it into the pool.
With a roar, flames shot up in an instant and began spreading in every direction.
"Holy crap!"
Xiangliu had been lying motionless at the bottom of the pool like an old tortoise. The moment he saw the fire, he panicked and shot out of the water.
He was terrified of fire.
"Son of a bitch! What have you done?" Xiangliu opened his enormous maw and frantically sprayed water, trying to put out the flames.
To his utter shock, these weren't ordinary flames. Even when doused, they quickly burst back to life.
As the fire spread, flames even caught on Xiangliu's body.
Xiangliu stopped spraying water and hurriedly thrashed his eight long necks, beating at the flames on his back.
"How's that? Feeling good? Want me to add a little more?" Chang Ping asked with an evil grin. He snapped his fingers and exchanged for another huge barrel of gasoline. "Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you're underwater. Cao Cao was defeated by Zhou Yu on the water, after all!"
Who was Cao Cao? Was he a Spirit God too?
Before he could ask, Xiangliu hurriedly stopped Chang Ping, who was hefting the oil drum and preparing to pour more into the pool.
"Wait! Stop! You just want the godhead, right? I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you, all right?"
Xiangliu raised the head with its eyes blinded and spat out a blue ball the size of a baby's fist. Then, from his head down to his neck, his body began to rot, until he vanished completely.
The blue ball plopped into the water, far from the shore.
"Come get it yourself!" Xiangliu pretended to keep beating at the flames while glaring at Chang Ping through narrowed, serpentine eyes. If Chang Ping dared enter the water, Xiangliu would blast him with black water until not a bone remained.
Want to steal his godhead? No way!
"Get your ass over here and bring it to shore! I'll count to three. If you don't get it over here, I'll add more!" Chang Ping grabbed the lid and pretended to twist it open.
A fierce glint flashed in Xiangliu's eyes. He hadn't expected this human to be so hard to fool.
"Three!" Chang Ping started twisting the lid.
"Holy crap! Wait! Aren't you supposed to start counting from one?" Xiangliu panicked. His remaining eight heads hurriedly spat out streams of black water, pushing the godhead floating on the surface toward shore.
The godhead passed through the barrier and rolled to Chang Ping's feet.
Chang Ping didn't hurry to pick it up. Instead, he unscrewed the lid and continued pouring gasoline into the pool.
"Son of a bitch! You went back on your word!" Xiangliu charged over through the scorching flames and crashed into the sealing barrier.
Chang Ping looked up at the eight-headed Demon Beast thrashing on the other side of the barrier and laughed scornfully. "We're both old foxes here, so why try to fool me with ghost stories? You can't tell me you didn't tamper with the godhead. Do you really think I'm stupid? A godhead is that important. You wouldn't just hand it over so easily."
Just as Chang Ping had expected, Xiangliu had left a wisp of his will on the godhead. Anyone who tried to refine it would be devoured by that will and turned into Xiangliu's puppet.
Now that his scheme had been exposed, Xiangliu dropped the act and laid his cards on the table.
"I did tamper with the godhead. So what? Are you going to take it or not?"
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