A Sword Through the Brain

Chen Fan waved his hand, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared behind him, with yin souls drifting across it.

A total of thirty-six black coffins appeared around Huishi.

The coffin lids opened, and a large number of Iron-Armored Jiangshi emerged, surrounding Huishi.

Some special Iron-Armored Jiangshi were mixed in among them.

The Iron-Armored Ripper Jiangshi had been converted from the Ripper Monster. It could no longer spit foul blood, but could now spew corpse qi instead.

To the living, corpse qi was poisonous gas, just as deadly.

It also possessed the Iron-Armored Jiangshi's characteristic tough body.

Besides that, there was also the Iron-Armored Eight-Legged Four-Armed Jiangshi.

It had been converted from the Eight-Legged Monster they had encountered in the village earlier.

This kind of jiangshi was stronger.

Seeing Chen Fan use one technique after another, Huishi looked over with narrowed eyes.

He smiled and said, "You have quite the skills, benefactor. I'm flattered that you think so highly of me."

Chen Fan's face was cold. He said nothing and simply pointed a finger.

The Spirit Refining Sword shot forward, a streak of cold light reaching Huishi in the blink of an eye.

Huishi kept smiling.

He turned his head slightly and dodged the sword.

"Take this palm strike!"

Following close behind Chen Fan's sword was Li Yuanyuan.

She charged forward and struck with her palm.

Her powerful internal energy formed several translucent dragon phantoms.

The illusory dragons roared as they attacked Huishi.

Huishi waved his hand, sending a prayer bead that had returned to its normal size flying at the dragons.

The bead expanded again, this time only to three meters in diameter. It collided with the dragon phantoms and smashed them apart.

The bead continued toward Li Yuanyuan without losing momentum.

Li Yuanyuan's beautiful eyes widened in apparent surprise. She had not expected her Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms to be broken so easily.

As the enormous three-meter sphere bore down on her, she struck out with several more palm strikes and retreated repeatedly, barely managing to fend off the bead's attack.

At the same time, Chen Fan's flying sword had returned and was engaged with Huishi, slashing at him relentlessly.

Huishi sometimes dodged and sometimes blocked with the prayer beads he had gathered back to his side, where they floated around him.

For the moment, Chen Fan could not break through the beads surrounding him.

The many yin souls and jiangshi also closed in.

They surrounded Huishi, harassing and attacking him from time to time.

But Huishi's ability to change their size at will was truly formidable. With dozens of prayer beads around him, even the yin souls were repelled by the supernatural power contained within them and could not get close at all.

The Iron-Armored Ripper Jiangshi spewed corpse qi, but Huishi merely flicked out a pebble the size of a mung bean.

The pebble flew in front of the jiangshi and abruptly grew into a boulder, blocking the corpse qi and crushing the jiangshi beneath it.

On the other side, Nie Shufeng used his enlarged body to lift a rock Huishi had previously enlarged and hurled it at him.

Faced with the incoming boulder, Huishi pointed a finger, and it turned into a small pebble that fell to the ground.

When the boulder shrank, Zheng Alin was revealed, having been hiding behind it.

She held a golden longsword, golden arcs of electricity flickering across it.

Empowered by the electricity, her sword strike was extremely fast.

This was her sixth sword, the Electric Light Sword.

When wielded, this sword specialized in extreme speed and carried the power of electricity.

The Electric Light Sword slashed at Huishi's face.

Chen Fan's Spirit Refining Sword followed in coordination, stabbing through the air toward the center of Huishi's back.

"This really is a little troublesome."

Huishi said it with a smile.

He dodged to the side, letting Zheng Alin's Electric Light Sword sweep past the tip of his nose.

At the same time, a prayer bead moved behind him and abruptly expanded to the size of a human head, blocking Chen Fan's Spirit Refining Sword.

But whether he had miscalculated or some unseen force was influencing his fate,

the bead missed its intended position.

After the prayer bead blocked the Spirit Refining Sword, the blade swept sideways. Though it failed to pierce the center of his back, it cut the ribs on one side of his back.

Looking at the bleeding wound over his ribs on the right side of his back, Huishi finally stopped smiling.

His face turned impassive, and he spoke without a trace of emotion.

"Amitabha. Buddha is merciful. Forgive the people of this world..."

Before he had finished speaking, Zheng Alin seized the opportunity to attack again, longsword in hand.

This time, she had switched to a translucent longsword.

It was her fifth sword, the Thunderous Sword!

She slashed down, and Huishi dodged easily.

But a deafening peal of thunder suddenly erupted from the longsword.

The rumbling thunder shook the surroundings.

Huishi was closest to it, and nearly all the power of the thunder struck him.

The sound waves were deafening. Even though he was third tier, the thunder made his head spin for a moment.

His body stiffened for an instant.

At that moment, Ma Wuyuan, who had been waiting for an opportunity on the outskirts, made his move.

Although he and Shen Li had planned to stay out of the battle,

seeing everyone else attack, he moved anyway.

Lightning Whip!

One lash! Two lashes! Three lashes! Four lashes! Five lashes!

Five lashes streaked with electricity struck Huishi, leaving blackened marks across his skin.

After delivering the five lashes, Ma Wuyuan dropped to one knee, exhausted.

Looking at the marks on Huishi, he shouted, "That was the last of my whip techniques! Get him!"

At that moment, Chen Fan activated the Nightmare Battle Cloud, producing a wisp of Breath of Nightmares that entered Huishi's body.

Huishi was dizzy from the thunder and paralyzed by the Lightning Whip's electricity. Immediately afterward, he felt the world spin around him.

He found himself in a terrifying, gloomy place like the underworld. Countless vicious ghosts around him reached out their hands, bared their fangs, and pounced, tearing at his body and devouring his flesh, as though they meant to eat him alive and flay him, leaving him here forever.

Under the nightmare's influence, Huishi's body became completely unconscious.

In reality, Chen Fan also controlled the yin souls on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the many Iron-Armored Jiangshi, sending them to attack Huishi's soul and body respectively.

The yin souls entered his brain and injured Huishi’s soul, bringing an expression of pain to his face.

The jiangshi tore his kasaya to shreds, then raked his body until it was covered in blood.

The Iron-Armored Ripper Jiangshi spewed corpse qi, enveloping Huishi and sending corpse poison into his body.

Chen Fan controlled the Spirit Refining Sword and drove it through Huishi's head.

All of this happened in the space of a few heartbeats.

Only when Chen Fan's sword passed through Huishi's head

did Nie Shufeng, Zheng Alin, and the others stop, looking at Huishi in disbelief.

Had they succeeded just like that?

Was Huishi dead?

Just then, a ferocious aura suddenly erupted from Huishi.

Thirty-three prayer beads spun rapidly around him, abruptly expanding and striking outward.

Chen Fan was closest and was nearly struck by a prayer bead several meters across.

Fortunately, golden light appeared over his body in time, and the Golden Light Glazed Shield blocked the blow for him.

Even so, he was sent flying a long way.

The Golden Light Glazed Shield around him flickered and shook, nearly breaking apart.

Nie Shufeng and the others hurriedly scattered.

Huishi was still alive. With one explosive attack, he cleared the area around him.

The yin souls and jiangshi were all sent flying.

Huishi narrowed his eyes and slowly pulled the longsword out of his head.

His voice was calm, and his face was utterly unruffled.

He said, "Since I awakened the supernatural ability [Size at Will], you are the first to force me this far."

As he spoke, Huishi turned his gaze to Chen Fan.

"That sword strike of yours was truly impressive. If I hadn't already shrunk all the important organs in my body to an extremely tiny size, I'd probably be dead now.

"As for those yin souls of yours, if any of them had been third tier, I probably wouldn't have been able to withstand them just now either.

"You really do make me curious. Just what kind of supernatural ability do you have, to possess such a complete range of attacks?

"Unfortunately for you, I was still the better one in the end.

"You will regret failing to kill me just now."

As Huishi said this, he stood proudly, as though Chen Fan and the others around him were beneath his notice, nothing more than jumping clowns and chickens and dogs made of clay.

But he did not know that his image had already been miniaturized and fixed inside a crystal ball.

Wang Bing sat in a dark secret chamber, her palm sweeping repeatedly over the crystal ball as she continuously applied supernatural power from afar.

Huishi's image in the crystal ball was gradually being stained by her blood.