You Are Nothing but Poisonous Weeds

"My intestines..."

Joe's face was pale. His shirt wasn't torn, but there was a line of blood seeping through from underneath.

Chu Tianshu's Precipitous Cliff Saber, though powerful, was still formidable.

But in terms of destructive power, the Blade of Remembrance was actually the most powerful of all the sword techniques he had just used.

After using the Blade of Remembrance, his condition even slightly declined, and he hasn't recovered yet.

Therefore, the Blade of Remembrance was enough to cleave the box monster in two.

There was even a hint of the sword's energy emanating from Qiao.

This lifetime honorary scholar of the Rose Society was originally a sorcerer, not through any initiation by Ghost God, but through self-cultivation and a solid mind.

The tragedy within the sword could not shake his spirit.

However, the true greatest characteristic of the Heavenly Heart Sorrowful Demon Slash is that it transforms the wielder's thoughts into real destructive power.

Although Qiao's resolve was firm, his heart was already broken.

He felt as if such an injury had been torn open in a bamboo strip.

The wound will spread unnoticed, from the intestines to the stomach, and then toward the vital organs.

He had never seen such a knife before and had no idea how to stop the injury from spreading.

Suppressing the enemy solely through sheer Mind Power might allow him to prolong his life, but it would also mean he would be unable to participate in the battle.

"You devil, I will die with you today!!"

The thought process was long, but in reality, less than a second had passed before Joe raised his head.

Knowing he was doomed, he suddenly abandoned his greed for the elixir of immortality and recalled his original intention in being invited to infiltrate the Northwest.

We cannot allow the first Taboo powerhouse to appear in the Mystic Kingdom; we cannot allow this country to get ahead step by step.

We must not let the Rose Society they too must avoid the shadow of this overlord and be subservient to him in the future.

Lin Chucheng has reverted to a childlike state, his memories are fragmented, and he cannot be killed.

Then let's fight with everything we have to kill this younger demon, who is also about to cross the line into Taboo territory.

Joe's face revealed an expression of extreme hatred. He shouted resolutely, his hands forming a mudra as he pushed forward.

He completely abandoned defense, using all his Mind Power to drive the Eight-Hand Halo.

The large light wheel suddenly split into eight.

Around each palm was a halo of crimson light.

The dragon roars and the tiger howls; the griffin cries out.

Eight palms flew out, their trails resembling blazing blood flames, unleashing a divine beast roar that traveled faster than the speed of sound.

Xu Ziqian was deeply moved and drew his sword forward, eager to seize the opportunity to launch a combined attack.

With his back against the stone pillar and his feet dangling in the air, Chu Tianshu's pupils trembled slightly upon hearing the roar.

But his first reaction was... to sheath his sword!

The blade returns to its sheath at top speed, as smoothly as silver light entering water.

As he completely returned to his sheath, Chu Tianshu's entire body suddenly contracted.

Not only did it shrink, but its entire body position also shifted significantly to the lower left.

He accomplished the bone shrinking and displacement simply by using the motion of the blade returning to its sheath!

At such an alarming speed, he adjusted his muscles and bones, turning his adult body into something almost like that of a ten-year-old child.

Even with Chu Tianshu's physical strength, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, and using this pain, he stretched out his two hands.

Two hands, one gold and one silver, collided in his palms.

The other six hands, however, could not strike him directly due to his bone-shrinking displacement, and only changed direction when they were close to the stone pillar.

Chu Tianshu turned his palms, and a surge of azure energy erupted from them.

His clothes, which had been tattered from being pressed against the stone pillar and shifting too quickly, were now in a sorry state, making him look like a little beggar.

But this little beggar created a magnificent and stunning Taiji silhouette.

A pure, bright blue light, so clear it was breathtaking, enveloped all eight palms.

If all eight hands had been attacking with a straight trajectory, they wouldn't have been so easily controlled.

However, six of the hands suddenly changed direction, and it was at this moment that the Taiji symbol touched them.

"Ah!!"

Joe roared again, took a sudden step forward, and pushed forward with all his might from his shoulders.

The blood had spread to his chest, and blood was gushing from his mouth.

Eight palms vibrated violently in mid-air, attempting to penetrate the Taiji diagram.

Xu Ziqian also arrived at this moment, aiming straight for Chu Tianshu's legs from below.

Blood spilled from Chu Tianshu's mouth, but he remained silent. Suddenly, he lowered both palms downwards.

The Taiji symbol, resembling a large millstone, slammed towards Xu Ziqian.

Xu Ziqian's heart pounded wildly as his brass sword flashed and pierced the Taiji diagram at top speed.

He stabbed at other points on the Taiji diagram, but heard a series of cracking sounds from the eight golden and silver palms, and sparks flew.

As the immense force pressed down, Xu Ziqian dodged quickly, his feet moving as if on the wind, yet he still felt his left shoulder collapse, as if his shoulder bone had been broken.

Just as the man surnamed Qiao roared, Chu Tianshu endured the pain, and Xu Ziqian dodged, at this most intense moment...

A blanket suddenly floated over and appeared on the other side of the stone pillar.

Belial, who was sitting on the blanket, suddenly stood up.

Of all those who came from Jojo, Belial was the oldest.

Many people believe that martial arts practitioners will grow old and frail, while those who practice magic will become more profound with age. But that's not the case at all.

Only when you get really old will you realize that even something as powerful as your Mind Power can shrink, just like your height and appetite.

Belial maintained his spiritual cultivation by carefully applying ointments and spices.

But he knew very well that it was like a towering tree; the bark and trunk looked as hard as ever, but in reality, most of the water supply channels within the tree had died.

The duration of his all-out combat is no longer as good as it was in previous years, and it gets shorter year by year.

As Chu Tianshu unleashed his overwhelming attack on the jade beauty, Belial was the one who dodged the fastest.

Otherwise, with his flying blanket, he would have been the most suitable person to bring it out so that everyone could cast a spell together to fight off that attack.

Even if he can't protect his subordinates, at least he can ensure that more of the leaders survive.

But he dodged too quickly, and has been hiding ever since.

He managed to hide at a time when he felt he had the best chance of success.

"My heart is bright, and God protects me; my heart is dark, and demons are driven by God..."

Belial had already been silently reciting a long mantra in his heart, his lips moving, each verse longer than the last, without stopping. When he stood up on the blanket, the mantra had reached its peak.

On his brown skin on his back was embroidered a majestic, golden-white god, one foot treading on a pitch-black imp, the other hand raised high.

The hand ran from the back of Belial's neck to the top of his head, and it also held a small demon in its grasp.

The entire imp design was tattooed right on Belial's bald head.

At this moment, the little devil became an oil lamp, spewing fire from its seven orifices.

It was as if a few lamps had been lit on Belial's bald head.

The entire surface of the blanket was also ablaze.

The sacred text of the Salt Lamp Esoteric Sect School, the foremost school of thought in West Asia, is the "Fire-Treading, Fire-Crowning, Fire-Offering Method"!

Belial has mastered this skill to a high degree, and is able to refine a Light Lamp Qi.

He let out a silent shout and was about to strike the stone pillar with his palm when a small shadow suddenly rushed onto the blanket.

The firelight on this blanket at this moment, apart from its owner, would make anyone who approach it feel its heat penetrate straight to their internal organs and reach their brain.

But the little shadow pounced and rammed its head into Belial's waist.

Belial was startled and swung his hand back to strike, but the small shadow flashed from behind his waist, climbed up his back, and reached his left shoulder.

Belial turned his neck and met that face, and was greatly alarmed.

It was a child's face, with firelight faintly emanating from its seven orifices, yet it seemed to recover as it burned, the scorch marks appearing and disappearing with each passing moment.

"You old scoundrel!"

The child smacked him on the head, Belial spat out.

The flames struck the child on the forehead, sending him flying and crashing into another stone pillar.

Belial, however, felt a sharp pain in his back.

Several deep, bone-revealing claw marks ran from his right waist to his left shoulder.

With just this slight delay, the child pushed off the pillar with both feet and shot back.

Eagle Claw Technique, Purple Blood Great Art, Old Red Fist, and even some shadows of the Li Fire Blade Qi —he switched between various moves constantly.

The child's figure leaped left and right, then swooped and crashed back on the blazing, floating carpet.

Belial was both surprised and flustered. He mustered his strength, unleashing a flurry of fire, spitting fireballs, snapping his fingers to create flames, and transforming his Mind Power into a fire shield.

In the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen collisions. Belial had the upper hand, but he still couldn't shake off the child.

Everyone underestimated Lin Chucheng, who had lost his adult memories.

Although his attack power is not high, his vitality is stronger than people expected.

Belial was so anxious he almost vomited blood. This entanglement had caused him to miss the best opportunity to ambush Chu Tianshu.

Boom!!

A tremendous tremor came from the other side of the stone pillar.

Chu Tianshu's Taiji diagram, with its eight palms, pressed down and slammed into the ground.

Even with special stone, it was sunken in by more than a foot, revealing a neat Taiji Chi symbol with eight hands deeply embedded in the bottom of the pit.

At this moment, Xu Ziqian had retreated to the side for more than twenty meters. He staggered and coughed up blood.

Those eight hands were created by Qiao with his own desperate strength, combined with the bestial power of the elixir of immortality.

Add to that Chu Tianshu's own strength, and the counterattack was terrifying.

Chu Tianshu's ability to redirect such a large force in such a short time was even more unexpected to Xu Ziqian.

"Broken!"

As Xu Ziqian staggered, his gaze fell upon the jagged, rocky dome.

In any other situation, let alone a broken shoulder bone, even if all three limbs were broken, he could still use his incredible speed to continue escaping.

But this is a secret realm.

He couldn't help but deeply understand the meaning behind Chu Tianshu's earlier words.

Because this is the perfect place to kill you all!

As Xu Ziqian's spirits plummeted, he still handed over the sword.

Chu Tianshu had already flashed out from beside the large pit, his body rapidly returning to its original size, and his long sword was drawn.

Twelve quick slashes, followed by one heavy slash; thirty-three quick slashes, followed by one heavy slash.

Chu Tianshu's swordsmanship was like flying sand and stones, a dark, turbulent current rushing forward.

The silver-white color of the longsword itself was obscured by the aura emanating from it.

Xu Ziqian would catch any fast blades he encountered, and dodge any heavy blades he faced, his body swaying and wobbling as he retreated.

Like a small boat, drifting on the tide, one wave after another, rising and falling, but never capsizing.

"I still don't want to die!"

Xu Ziqian's mood was already at its lowest point, yet his sword remained swift.

Suddenly, Chu Tianshu's footsteps, as he pursued, left behind a spinning, bright Four-Leaf Seal.

Xu Ziqian was startled, as if he suddenly saw three knives slashing down at the same time.

The middle knife is dark and heavy, the right knife is silvery and light, and the left knife...

It didn't look like a knife; it was just a wisp of white light extending from Chu Tianshu's hand.

In an instant, the brass sword pierced all three knives.

The illusion of time created by the Vertical and Horizontal Simple Seal cannot immediately stop the operation of the Five Chakra Divine Wind.

However, all three swords were merely qi, intent, or afterimages; they had no actual blades.

The blade hung limply beside Chu Tianshu, its tip touching the ground.

Xu Ziqian's face froze. He felt a chill creep up from the sole of his left foot to his heart.

Only then did he seem to hear the "clang!" of the knife tip hitting the ground.

The force of the blade had already traveled from the ground, shattering his heart.

Nobody wants to die...

Chu Tianshu's gaze shifted, looking at Qiao who was still there.

The lines of blood on Joe's body had gone past his throat and extended to his forehead, yet his hand was still trying to attack in this direction.

"But you greedy and narrow-minded weeds, if left in the world, will only stifle the beauty of life!"

Without a word, Chu Tianshu spun around, and the silver light suddenly expanded like a wheel, moving from near to far.

Xu Ziqian and Qiao's heads fell off almost simultaneously, spraying blood everywhere.

The Saber Intent to sever the soul, to eradicate the root of the problem.

bass----

Chu Tianshu for a moment, then, holding his knife, slowly walked around the stone pillar, the tip of the knife pressed against the ground, rubbing against it.

The two figures on the fiery blanket were still locked in combat.

"Bald head."

Chu Tianshu was drenched in sweat, his eyebrows gleaming like crystals, and calmly said, "With this strike, I'll cut off your head."

Belial was distracted and on guard, Lin Chucheng punched him in the knee, the pain piercing his heart.

He retaliated with bursts of fire from his body; the flames on the carpet were taller than a person.

This man was determined to first cut off Chu Tianshu's distracting words and then desperately try to capture Lin Chucheng.

But Chu Tianshu's voice, like an invisible knife, probed into the firelight.

I'll chop off your toes first.

Belial felt a sharp pain in his toe and was horrified, only to see that Lin Chucheng had secretly flicked his little finger.

A thin Li Fire Blade Qi struck his toes.

The Light Lamp Qi burst forth from his feet, sending Lin Chucheng flying.

Belial roared, "Chu Tianshu, if you have the guts, then really..."

As soon as Lin Chucheng flew out of the fire curtain at the edge of the carpet, he flew back out of the hole in the fire curtain.

Belial threw a punch, but before the fist even hit the person, he felt a chill in his heart.

The figure opposite, who appeared to be ten years old, actually had a completely different face.

Chu Tianshu's face, with a knife in his hand, had already pierced Belial's heart.

"What courage do you have?"

Buzz!!

Chu Tianshu suddenly regained his original form, and silver light flashed repeatedly on his hands.

First, he dodged the man 'Belial ankle, then his right arm, and finally, the blade flashed across his forehead before he sheathed his sword.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Tianshu flew out of the fire carpet and landed next to Lin Chucheng.

Lin Chucheng rubbed his eyes and looked at the fire blanket.

"Chu! Tian! Shu!"

With a roar of utter resentment, Belial's body shattered like several large building blocks.

(End of this chapter)