Xiang Liu could have avoided this. After all, he had a bloodline ability that allowed him to turn his entire body into a part of the murky black water. The only downside? Using that ability left him feeling weaker than a newborn puppy.
But alas, he feared Fei Yi might take advantage of his weakness and come to settle the score.
So, when he saw Li Mo pull out the hammer, he panicked and threw every trick in the book to escape. Unfortunately, by the time he realized what was happening, it was already too late!
Xiang Liu’s body had started to melt away, and suddenly the surrounding air felt as solid as iron. He had no time to react and break through the oppressive force of the hammer.
The hammer’s head loomed large in his eyes.
Xiang Liu’s eyes widened as he caught a whiff of d*ath. All his scales stood on end, but the monstrous hammer force crashed through him like a tidal wave.
It was as if the entire world was smashing down, and anything in front of it would be ruthlessly crushed.
A mere Observation Realm could cross realms and annihilate a Sixth-Grade Disaster Beast in one hit?
If anyone had told him this beforehand, he would have scoffed!
But in that moment…
He believed it.
Boom——
A cataclysmic force struck down, the impact resonating through every inch of Xiang Liu’s body, exploding the dark rain of bl**d around him.
“Whew…”
Little Li collected his hammer and exhaled a puff of white mist.
Using the world’s force, he swung the Starfall Hammer with extra confidence, but one swing left him utterly drained.
Luckily, Xiang Liu’s paranoia about Fei Yi made him hesitate, underestimating himself.
He honestly didn’t even tap into a third of his abilities; he died embarrassingly.
Had he still been able, he might have handled another opponent.
But who knew?
Would the other two Sixth-Grade Disaster Beasts also share Xiang Liu’s and Fei Yi’s mindset? If they showed up, he’d have to consider a strategic withdrawal with Ice Chunk.
South Border City was still a ways off, and this was certainly not the first wave of disaster beasts to come knocking.
Just when he thought it wouldn’t be a deathmatch…
A violent wind whipped up, and black rain poured down.
The doors to the Mountain Monarch Temple flew open with a clang.
The young girl with the sword gripped her hair, realizing the distant silhouette was standing firm, so she finally loosened her grip on the sword and calmed her gaze.
She had seen warriors intentionally performing in front of her before.
Back then, she didn’t even register the thought—she completely ignored them.
But now…
She felt that stubborn silhouette was a bit naïve and maybe even a little… cute?
Two little figures on Ice Chunk’s shoulders were now debating something else entirely.
The little figure in white chimed in with a giggle:
“He’s definitely going to want compliments later. How about we call him ‘Brother’? No guy can resist the charm of ‘Oh Brother, you’re amazing~!’”
The little figure in black maintained a serious expression, replying calmly:
“We’re actually two months older than him. Calling him ‘Brother’ might just make him fly off into the sky! What if he gets even cockier next time? We should call him ‘Little Brother’ so he knows he can’t be reckless.”
“….”
Ying Bing rubbed the big-headed doll’s head, feeling like none of those titles were easy to say.
While the little figures bickered…
Outside, Fei Yi had already shaken off the stench of black bl**d.
Huh?
Xiang Liu… is gone?
From the dead trees on this mountaintop, it looked like nothing would grow here for decades. This was no illusion.
Even if Li Mo had somehow inherited the bloodline of the True Dragon and gained the recognition of Celestial Divine Jade, he was still just an Observation Realm!
But he had wiped out Xiang Liu in the blink of an eye.
This was more bizarre than having a son with two heads!
“Just you wait!”
Fei Yi spread its four wings, whipping up a strong wind, trying to escape.
“Ahem…”
“Huh?”
Not only had that kid put his hammer away, but it also seemed like he had suffered some real internal injuries? It made sense; after all, he had just one-shot Xiang Liu.
If he went after the other two disaster beasts, Celestial Divine Jade would have to split its power among three monsters…
Fei Yi retreated momentarily, deciding to test the waters.
Little did it know, it had fallen for the ultimate fighting secret!
The best way to trap your opponent is not a trap or grappling technique but the phrase “I can counterattack!”
—
Buzz buzz——
Fei Yi snorted loudly.
Instantly, a sandstorm swept over the mountaintop, drying out the air for a dozen miles. The mountaintop that had just seen rain now felt like it had been parched for decades.
Even an Internal Breathing Realm martial artist would be instantaneously drained of moisture!
Whew——
“This resembles a kn*fe technique I’ve seen before; the person who created it was observing Fei Yi’s divine sense.”
Li Mo’s skin shimmered with a dark hue, his Dantian locking down his energy with seven hard-earned elixirs, standing firm like a rock in a drought.
Without using the strength of the realm…
What could he do against a Sixth-Grade Disaster Beast equivalent to an Internal Realm martial artist?
Just then, accompanied by a howl, a searing heat rushed toward him, dragging Li Mo into a barren desert, turning him into a dried weed.
Fei Yi looked down on the young man, its greedy slitted eyes full of caution as it noticed the dark glow surrounding him, flickering like a candle in the wind, nearly extinguished.
He was nearly done for!
“ROAR!”
Finally deciding not to hesitate anymore, it unleashed a deafening roar as the wind and sand came crashing down.
Thus…
The withered wind transformed into a curtain, casting the giant snake’s terrifying shadow against the small young man below, both silhouettes wrestling in the chaos.
Li Mo’s aura fluctuated, sometimes growing weak, and every time he seemed on the verge of collapsing, he would explosively unleash a burst of energy.
As they fought on, it was a game of tug-of-war.
Fei Yi had long since lost its initial ferocity, increasingly feeling powerless amidst the struggle. After all, every time the boy’s ‘flashback’, that hammer would come smashing down on it, shaking its innards.
Snake bl**d gradually soaked the mountaintop.
Only the Mountain Monarch Temple remained unscathed.
After a long while…
Fei Yi lay crumpled on the ground, its eyes vacant:
“You’re not… almost out of strength?”
Bang——
A hammer smashed down onto its shattered skull, the force penetrating the earth, creating a web of cracks, and with that question still lingering, Fei Yi faded from existence.
“This time, it’s for real.”
Stowing away his aching and numb body, Li Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He plopped down on the battered ground, panting and blinking rapidly.
Just now…
He had faced down a Sixth-Grade Disaster Beast and come out on top! That feat was enough to put him in the top ten of the Qianlong List.
Considering he had used the power of the realm to claim Xiang Liu’s life, it was even more impressive. Who knows if the Yantian Sect’s influence even reaches the South Border…
But Li Mo had no time to dwell on those thoughts—every cell in his body screamed of exhaustion.
He made his way back to the only intact Mountain Monarch Temple, hammer in hand.
“Ice Chunk, are you ready?”
“I haven’t thought it through.”
“Ah?”
Li Mo was taken aback. He had simply asked if Ice Chunk was prepared to swap roles; he genuinely wanted to rest for a bit.
What does ‘haven’t thought it through’ even mean?
Ice Chunk’s expression seemed a little conflicted.
“What do you mean you haven’t thought it through?”
“…..”
Ying Bing lowered her gaze, pretending to admire the ‘spectacular’ scenery outside.
After a moment, she finally spoke:
“Li Mo, do you want to hear…”
“Zzzz… Zzzz…”
Little Li’s snoring could rival that of a beautiful master.
He was sleeping soundly, his handsome features showing hints of weariness. In the dim light of dusk, he seemed to shed a bit of his youthful innocence, gaining a touch of ruggedness.
Ying Bing froze for a moment, then a soft smile crept onto her lips—one she didn’t even notice herself.
She moved the pillow closer, kneeling on it.
Gently cradling his head, she placed it on her long, crossed legs.
Letting him rest should be more important than showering him with compliments, right?
This time, the little figures in black and white did not emerge to bicker.
