Chapter 451 - Champion of the Immortal Class
Chapter 451 Champion of the Immortal Class
The elephant mutant and the rest of Sky Dragon Guard rushed up the top of the plateau where they were met by more Lycans.
“We’re taking this spot, Lycans,” declared the lion mutant imperiously, “You have three seconds to pack up and leave or we’ll start killing.”
“Do you even know to whom you’re talking to?!” glowered a Ninth-grade Lycan Beast Lord darkly with anger and malice radiating off its very back.
They had never tolerated such impudence – not since the Immortal-level champion of their race emerged.
“Enough prattle— JUST KILL THEM ALL!”
Jiu You led at the front, brandishing her golden halberd in trailing flourishes of golden glitters like a goddess of war.
“And what have we here? Queen Jiu You?” the Ninth-grade Lycan recognized Jiu You, “How dare you show such insolence here at Mount Lu without the Devil to chaperon you!”
“As if I need anyone to chaperon me on how to slay a bunch of dogs!” hissed Jiu You derisively, her face fraught of deadly frost.
“Showing yourself here without the Devil; you really must have a death wish,” scoffed the Ninth-grade Lycan Beast Lord coldly.
As they bartered barbed words, a few oversized Mustelids were watching from atop another nearby summit.
“Queen Jiu You battling the Lycans. How interesting,” remarked a Mustelid wryly.
“Should we go help?” asked one of the weasel mutants.
“Help? Why should we? The Lycans might be allies of ours, but ours has never been a relationship of equals as far as these wolves are concerned. Let them fight. We’ll just enjoy the drama.”
“You’re right. Just enjoy the drama.”
The Mustelids gloated with glee.
Then a sonorous roar of anger echoed across the vale, accompanied by a surge of aura reeking of both malice and anger.
An Immortal-level champion!
The very comprehension of the powerful being’s advent sent every man and beast shivering with palpitation and their hearts thumping furiously.
“Who dares to harm my kin?!”
Huang Hai’s livid voice boomed like the crack of thunder, sweeping across the vale in all its terror.
The Mustelids who had only just begun watching the skirmish were left flabbergasted; that was the voice of Huang Hai, their own Sixth Elder!
Everyone – from Jiu You to the Sky Dragon Guard and the Lycans – all quivered with fright when the voice came. A single wisp of aura from an Immortal-level champion could easily render them all as helpless as cornered mice.
The Lycans too were bewildered. Why of all people was an Immortal-level Mustelid champion here to help them!
Jiu You and the Sky Dragon Guard hardly knew Huang Hai nor the Lycan champion. But they definitely felt the suffocating aura sweeping near as he came and their faces twisted with horror.
But Chu Xun was grinning. “A champion of the Immortal levels. Finally, at long last!”
“Swoosh!”
Chu Xun vanished from where he was standing. With speeds comparable to a bolt of light, he darted towards Huang Hai, intercepting him.
Being stopped by a stranger from nowhere filled Huang Hai with immediate rage. He raised a hand and fired a huge blast of energy at Chu Xun.
Chu Xun’s pupils contracted with realization, acknowledging quietly, “A champion of the Immortal class indeed! The force of this blast could have easily killed any being below the Great Completion of Ninth-grade.”
Chu Xun activated his magic with his mind.
Demon-slain Finger — Scaring All the Gods and Ghosts by the Third Finger!
“Rumble!”
The skies groaned as the wave of an aura barren yet simultaneously dreadful flounced across the area, warping and distorting the air as a huge monolith crashed down, threatening to blow everything in its way to kingdom come.
“Rumble!”
Explosions erupted in mid-air and the ballooning detonation swelled and regurgitated a shock wave pulse that caught all men and beasts nearby, causing them to turn giddy while weaker ones even coughed up mouthfuls of blood from the internal injuries from the blast.
Such was the consequence of a fisticuff between gods that mortal men had to suffer their unintended wrath.
Huang Hai was amazed that his attack was so easily nullified. He stared at Chu Xun and demanded frostily, “Who are you?”
“The name’s Samsara. I’m just a loyal subject of Queen Jiu You,” said Chu Xun.
Huang Hai’s face spasmed with disgust and fury, feeling affronted that a mere “subject” like Chu Xun could fight toe-to-toe against him.
“That you dare to stand in my way must mean that you’ve already made your peace with Death,” Huang Hai growled menacingly.
“It might take more than just words to kill me though,” remarked Chu Xun with a light chuckle.
“Die,” hissed Huang Hai insidiously, firing another incredible blast of energy at Chu Xun. The magnitude of the attack was so great that even the air twisted and distorted.
Chu Xun channeled his Hong Meng Immortal Qi. His fists glowed purple and he swung both his fists, firing two energy bolts.
The first bolt smashed into the blast Huang Hai fired and an eruption tantamount to that of a miniature nuclear bomb inflated and spread before gushing up into the air, its inferno lighting up the skies.
The second bolt barreled straight for Huang Hai.
For one fleeting moment, his pupils contracted with astonishment, but he quickly recovered. Strange symbols formed in his sclera and before Chu Xun’s energy bolt got closer than ten meters away, it exploded.
“Psychic powers!”
Chu Xun chuckled, he projected his Divine Sense and his astral projection turned into an invisible giant fist that slammed at Huang Hai.
Huang Hai’s face betrayed a hint of disbelief when he sensed what was coming with his psychic powers and he quickly darted away to safety.
“Rumble!”
The invisible fist caught a hilltop more than a hundred meters away, leveling it instantly.
Huang Hai stared at Chu Xun, looking aghast and perplexed that there was someone other than Mustelids able to use psychic powers too.
“Hum!”
He produced a short sword with a blade no more than one meter long. Its steel glinted a cold and angry sheen that would strike fear into any foe.
“Swoosh!”
The short sword shot at Chu Xun with lightning-quick intensity with a trail of black glitters tailing after it.
“Psychokinesis!”
Chu Xun’s eyes gleamed with desire. He could see that this short sword was a Sacred Relic – one especially for the use of psychic powers – and he had never seen anything like that before on Earth.
The short sword came at Chu Xun in the just blink of an eye and slashed viciously at him.
Chu Xun summoned his powers. His fist glowed purplish in an instant and he frantically swatted at the short sword.
“Clank!”
The shrill metallic ring resounded with fiery sparks bursting out angrily.
The stroke deflected the short sword off its course and it collided instead with a huge boulder about 10,000 pounds heavy, smashing it into bits.
“Swoosh!”
The short sword rose up from the rubble like a wraith rising from the dead, hovering in midair. It wheeled around, still giving off its sinister glow, and shot at Chu Xun once more.
Chu Xun grinned. A high-tiered Immortal-class weapon and a psychic force-powered weapon to boot! What a real treasure!
Like a shooting star, the short sword renewed its charge at Chu Xun.
The purplish glow imbuing Chu Xun’s fists flared even livelier. The tip of the short sword came dangerously near when he shifted sideways, allowing it to whizz by him.
The edge of the short sword was so keen and sharp that his skin gave off a chill when the blade missed him by mere breadths of hairs.
All of a sudden, he spun around very, very quick and seized the weapon by its hilt!
“Stomp! Stomp!”
The momentum of the flying weapon dragged Chu Xun forward several steps that split the earth.
It gave off several powerful jolts like a fish trouncing to get out of his hold.
The glow of Chu Xun’s hands burst even stronger and thousands of Reincarnation Lines shot out of nowhere and constricted around the short sword.
“You don’t know what’s good for you,” sneered Huang Hai.
For years or even decades, he had been feeding his own psychic energies to the short sword, nourishing it into an extension of himself. So long as his psychic energies still exist, no one could take it.
“Crack! Crack!”
The short sword’s dark luminescence flickered as it threshed and floundered and the Reincarnation Lines began to snap.
Chu Xun raised a hand and slapped hard on the magical weapon. For one moment, the dark luminescence wavered.
That was it. Chu Xun began pounding at the sword like how a blacksmith would with iron, smacking furiously at the magical weapon to dispel the dark radiance from coagulating.
The dark and sinister glow on the magical weapon slowly ebbed and weakened.
Huang Hai scoffed from afar. He activated more psychic energy and the dark radiance shrouding the magical weapon burst out in a blaze of glory.
“Swoosh!”
Huang Hai lunged, firing a tidal wave-like energy blast at Chu Xun.
With no other way, Chu Xun released the magical weapon and redirected his focus to parrying Huang Hai’s attack, firing another purplish energy blast of his own to nullify it.
The magical short sword flew back to Huang Hai, hovering around it like hawks specially reared for war.
Chu Xun was envious. Such were the properties of psychic Sacred Relics: they possess a bond with their wielder and the latter could easily control and manipulate it with just his mind.
If only he had power and might comparable to Emperor Ao’s. He could have easily severed the connection using brute powers.
But all was not lost. Chu Xun knew another way to gain control of the psychic short sword: he only needed to kill Huang Hai and render the magical weapon masterless.
That was the only viable option he had for now.
“Swoosh!”
Chu Xun hurled himself at Huang Hai, his fists clenched firmly on the ready.
“Fool.”
Huang Hai growled with a sinister, dark look. A strange radiance enveloped his very self and unnatural winds gusted all around him.
Men or beasts, everyone retreated away frantically. The pressure and shock waves elicited from every exchange of blows from these two monstrosities weren’t anything that they could take lightly.
“Rumble!”
The first collision of fists came and a terrible shock wave pulsed, reducing all nearby rocks and boulders within a range of a hundred meters into dust.
The shock hurtled Huang Hai backward.
But Chu Xun hardly moved an inch.
Chu Xun’s powers evidently dwarfed Huang Hai’s!
But Huang Hai was still very much in control of his psychic weapon; as he fell backward, he directed it forward and the short sword screamed through the air, lancing straight for Chu Xun’s head.
Chu Xun beheld coldly at the sneak attack and conjured his golden staff, the tailbone of the Ancestral Dragon. The godly weapon radiated a kingly glow of gold in all its one-meter-long splendor.
Brandishing it around, Chu Xun batted it savagely on the short sword with every weight and force he could muster.
“Clank!”
The short sword was sent careening off in an incredible flourish of fiery sparks and much of its dark luminescence was gone.
Chu Xun’s eyes flashed with fury. If he could not have it, he would do his best to deny it from his foes too!
“Swoosh!”
He darted after the lurching short sword and swung his staff furiously at it again, giving it another brutal swat like a baseball hitter.
“Clank!”
The smash elicited another ringing clamor that seemed to burrow deep into his mind. But the short sword was driven deep into the ground by that blow.
The magical weapon gave a wiggle and burst out of the soil.
Chu Xun knew Huang Hai was controlling it.
“Making a run for it, eh?”
Chu Xun snorted coldly. His magical powers congealed and turned into thousands of Reincarnation Lines.
Tens of thousands of Reincarnation Lines shot forth in swarms and coiled around the short sword, preventing it from escaping.
The short sword jerked and writhed. It managed to snap some of the strands but to no avail; the Reincarnation Lines were too many.
Chu Xun flashed a devious grin at Huang Hai.
Then he went into a maniacal frenzy, pummeling the short sword again and again with his golden staff.
“Clank! Clank! Clank!”
Chu Xun’s whirl of metallic sparks and clangor mimicked a weaponsmith’s hammering a piece of steel at the anvil.
Right after each blow, the dark luminescence wrapping around the short sword began to weaken and after a couple or more blows, the glow was gone, leaving only the weapon itself: a short dagger-like sword with a jet-black blade.
Huang Hai’s face fell. He had been trying to channel more psychic energy into his short sword, but he just couldn’t keep up with Chu Xun’s speed and intensity.
“YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!”
Huang Hai bellowed, totally livid. He charged at Chu Xun with all his wrath in full display and thrust both his palms forward, firing a gigantic blast of energy that swept towards Chu Xun.
Chu Xun threw his head backward like he was taking a breath, only to turn back quickly and exhaled a titanic blast of Hong Meng Immortal Qi out of his mouth.
“Rumble!”
The avalanche of Hong Meng Immortal Qi easily devoured Huang Hai’s blast attack and rumbled straight at him.
Huang Hai’s face spasmed with horror and he quickly summoned his magic, conjuring a protective layer of armor and mail around himself.
The purplish deluge of destruction slammed into Huang Hai, but it did not manage to destroy the magical armor, although it did knock Huang Hai off his feet.
Chu Xun activated his golden staff. The godly weapon released a blinding radiance of purplish gold that dwarfed even the sun’s brightness and Chu Xun swung it down hard on the short sword.
“Bang!”
A crack broke on the center of the blade. Then it grew. Longer and wider like spider webs appearing out of nowhere and until it finally shattered into countless little shards.
At the same time, Huang Hai grunted with pain and he staggered unsteadily, his face turning ashen pale.
He stared bitterly at Chu Xun with rancor. He had only just barely cut off his connection with the short sword in time, or the blowback from the sword being destroyed could have caused him irreparable damage.
“You’ve slain my kin and destroyed my Sacred Relic. These are unforgivable sacrileges!” Huang Hai glowered hatefully with malice radiating off him.
Chu Xun heard and he shuddered, surprised. “Wait. Did he guess who I am? Why else would he say that I’ve killed his kin? No. Wait.” Then the truth dawned upon Chu Xun: Huang Hai had been turned a patsy.
He had been feeling puzzled. He was half-expecting to meet the champion of the Lycans, yet he encountered Huang Hai, a Mustelid instead.
“I’m here to take the spot occupied by the Lycans. What’s it to you?” Chu Xun yelled at Huang Hai, calling him a wretched patsy on the inside.
“Huh?! Lycans?!” Huang Hai gasped with tremendous shock.