txolops Chapter 71 Suppressing and Killing Zhao Wuji
Chapter 71 Suppressing and Killing Zhao Wuji
With a soft "pop," the skin and flesh split open first, followed by the bone.
Huang Chen suddenly clenched his left hand, like an iron clamp, and forcefully grasped the dark soul nail in his palm.
The fine cloud-like characters on the nail instantly became dazzlingly bright, and the black light surged up his arm like a group of venomous snakes burrowing into his blood and bones, rushing straight into his sea of consciousness.
The veins on his forehead bulged out instantly.
The bloodline between his eyebrows cracked deeper and deeper, and fresh blood flowed down his nose, dripping into his mouth, tasting nothing but rust.
"roll!
'
Huang Chen let out a low growl, and the Twelve-Petaled Karmic Fire Red Lotus in his sea of consciousness suddenly spun around, a large swirling crimson flame tightly enveloping the approaching chilling nail intent. That fire was not a fire that burned the physical body, but a fire that specifically burned the impurities of the soul. As soon as it touched the remnant intent of the ancestor within the Xuan Tian Soul Nail, it immediately emitted a piercing, sizzling sound.
It's like pressing a red-hot iron into corpse oil.
Zhao Wuji, whose body was already embedded in the rubble, suddenly trembled, and his eyes bulged out.
His left arm was completely shattered, with only half of his shoulder spurting blood, and his chest was mostly collapsed, yet he was still laughing.
"Carry?"
'
"What are you going to use to carry that!"
He roared hoarsely, half of his rotten face twisted like a ghost in the black light, "This is the ancestral nail!"
Specializes in killing the extraordinary, specializes in shattering souls! Huang Chen, no matter how tough your physical body is, your soul will have to kneel!
'
Before the words were even finished, the broken chains around the Soul Lock Gate trembled violently.
The black water surged upwards, and streams of icy vapor rushed up the sluice gate wall to the dome, only to crash back down.
The entire stone chamber seemed to come alive suddenly, with the roar of chains being pulled in all directions. Even the pulse fire battle domain that Huang Chen had spread out was forced to shrink back by half a foot.
The air suddenly turned so cold it felt like it was cutting your face.
Huang Chen's vision blurred for a moment.
It wasn't that he couldn't hold on; it was that behind that soul nail, there truly lay an older, more sinister, and more malevolent will.
That thing wasn't complete; it was just a wisp of remnant, a fragment that had been worshipped, refined, and nurtured by incense ash and resentful blood. Yet even this wisp carried a domineering and oppressive air.
It's like a dead person looking down on the living.
Huang Chen gritted his teeth. The nail tip pierced through the bone of his left hand, and blood flowed down his wrist, but his right fist did not stop.
boom!
A punch landed squarely on Zhao Wuji's face.
Zhao Wuji's nose bridge broke on the spot, several bloody broken teeth flew out horizontally, and the back of his head slammed heavily into the cracked stone.
But the black light on the soul nail intensified, as if it had been satiated by his blood, and continued to bite upwards along Huang Chen's arm.
Huang Chen felt a tightness in his chest, and a series of needle-like stinging pains came from the edge of his sea of consciousness.
The Pulsefire Battlefield was suppressed.
Just this one moment.
Zhao Wuji, as sharp as a dying viper, seized the opportunity and unleashed the last wisp of black-scaled demonic power from his tattered dantian. The remnant soul dharma image of the Xuan Tian Sect behind him solidified even more, gray mist churning in its empty eye sockets, as it raised its hand to press down on Huang Chen.
hum!
It felt like an ancient bell had exploded in Huang Chen's ears, and the black water beneath his feet seemed to sink a little.
My shoulders, knees, and back all felt like they were being pressed up a mountain.
Zhao Wuji coughed up blood, his laughter growing increasingly manic.
"Kneel down!"
"Aren't you good at fighting?"
Aren't you an anomaly? Kneel down before the ancestor!
'
Huang Chen swayed slightly, but his knees didn't drop even half an inch.
He stared at Zhao Wuji, his eyes showing no anger, only an extreme coldness.
The next moment, he suddenly reached into his robe with his right hand.
Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted.
What Huang Chen drew was neither a talisman, nor a knife, nor the Asura Blood Blade.
Instead, it was a fragment riddled with cracks and with a broken edge.
The cause of the mirror fragment.
This was something he had previously taken from Zhao Wuji's lineage. It was badly damaged and could not reveal the complete secrets of heaven, but it could evoke old causes and illuminate the tattered tent. It was most suitable for this kind of place for sacrificial arrays to suppress souls.
For the first time, Zhao Wuji's smile froze.
"you--"
He seemed to suddenly remember something, and his voice became hoarse for a moment.
Huang Chen didn't answer at all.
He twisted his foot, and the Mountain and River Boots exerted a sudden force, forcing his way forward half a step despite the double suppression of the Soul Nail and Dharma Image. With his right hand, he swung up a shard of the Chasing Cause Mirror and stabbed it hard into the array eye on one side of the Soul Locking Gate!
Click!
The shattered mirror entered the formation like a steel needle piercing a snake's vital spot.
The entire Soul Lock Gate shuddered violently.
The black patterns that were flowing at the core of the formation suddenly became chaotic. Then, streaks of grayish-white light burst out from the cracks and climbed wildly towards Zhao Wuji along the gate wall.
That wasn't just ordinary inspiration; it was the result of past causes and effects, the people and events that died at his hands and were driven to the brink of despair by him, the accounts he had accumulated by walking through blood.
Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically, and he roared hoarsely: out !
Huang Chen out !
boom!
The first afterimage lit up on the shattered mirror surface.
Chu Yunfei.
The face was contorted, half charred and half bloodied, its eyes filled with resentment and bitterness, as if it had been dragged out of some memory before death. As soon as it appeared, it stared intently at Zhao Wuji, its mouth opening and closing silently. Then, its entire afterimage exploded into a streak of gray light, crashing heavily into the Dharma image behind Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji groaned, blood seeping from all seven orifices.
Not finished yet.
A second afterimage then lit up.
Xuantian Sect Pursuer Armor.
The third way.
Xuan Tian Sect pursuers, number B.
The fourth one.
Xuan Tian Sect Steward A.
Familiar faces, none of them resembling living people. Some had collapsed throats, some had pierced chests, some had rotting faces, as if they had been forcibly dug out of their old dead appearances by a mirror, carrying an unyielding resentment, rushing towards Zhao Wuji along the causal path.
"Senior Brother Zhao..."
"You said you could protect us..."
"You said the innate extraordinary phenomenon led to the return of the sect..."
"You're using us as stepping stones!"
Each sound was sharper than the last.
It wasn't normal speech; it was the sound of a soul, a shrill cry born from the friction of resentment.
The entire Soul Lock Gate was filled with this sound.
The remnant soul dharma image of the Xuan Tian Sect behind Zhao Wuji began to shake violently, with gray mist swirling wildly as if countless hands were tearing at it. The dharma image's original pressure on Huang Chen instantly crumbled, and half of it instead rolled back onto Zhao Wuji himself.
puff!
Zhao Wuji's chest suddenly bulged, and he spat out a large clump of black blood.
He finally panicked.
It wasn't me!
'
"It's an order from the sect! It's the ancestral decree!"
'
He shook his head frantically and roared at the afterimages, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way, all of you!"
'
Huang Chen listened and only gave a cold laugh.
Such people will deny everything even on their deathbed.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him.
Huang Chen's left hand still gripped the Xuan Tian Soul Nail tightly, and the karmic fire raged wildly in his sea of consciousness, burning the wisp of the ancestor's remnant will and causing it to emit a mournful buzzing sound.
With a slam of his right foot, the Mountain and River Boots crashed into the crack at the bottom of the sluice gate.
Boom!
The already scarred foundation of the Soul Lock Gate could no longer withstand the blow and was shattered by this stomp.
The stone layer at the bottom of the gate exploded, and the turbid energy of the earth veins and the residual power of water and fire buried beneath rushed up, like an earth dragon that had been awakened.
Using the force of the recoil, Huang Chen shot forward close to the ground, leaving a long, bloody trail in the black water behind him.
too close.
Just as Zhao Wuji was about to retreat, his legs were tripped by a crack in the ground.
It was this very moment.
Huang Chen lunged forward and grabbed Zhao Wuji's shoulders with both hands.
click!
All ten fingers were embedded in it.
Zhao Wuji let out a scream that was not human, and black scales, flesh and bone fragments all exploded under Huang Chen's fingers.
He struggled desperately, his broken form trying to rush back to protect its master, but it was entangled by the afterimages drawn out by the shattered fragments of the Mirror of Retribution, tearing at him back and forth, making it impossible to save him.
Huang Chen pressed his forehead close to him, his face covered in blood, and his voice was extremely low.
"You've been pursuing me for so long."
"That's it for today."
'
Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot, and he opened his mouth to bite, like a mad dog.
Huang Chen's arm muscles bulged, his back tendons taut, and the witch-like patterns flowed beneath his skin like molten gold.
The next instant, he suddenly exerted force with both hands to the sides!
scoff!
That wasn't a simple tear.
It involved tearing apart Zhao Wuji's entire broken body, along with his shoulder bones, chest, protective black scales, and the barely held-up Dharma form.
Blood gushed out.
Internal organs and bone fragments flew out together, crashing into the black water behind, splashing up a large amount of foul-smelling water.
Zhao Wuji's upper body was almost deformed, his chest cavity gaping open, revealing his still-beating heart. Huang Chen gave him no chance to catch his breath, followed by a punch that slammed upwards, straight into his chest!
boom!
The fist pierced through his chest.
Zhao Wuji froze instantly.
He looked down at the bloody arm protruding from his back, and made a gurgling sound in his throat, like a leaky, tattered bag.
At the same time, the system's cold notification sound exploded in Huang Chen's mind.
【Ding!
By slaying the wicked Zhao Wuji, stripping him of his lifespan, and gaining immense karmic merit!
【Ding!
The target has been found to have engaged in long-term detention, coercion, and cruelty towards humans; the related sins have been converted.
Almost at the same time the notification sounded, the Xuan Tian Soul Nail that Huang Chen was gripping tightly in his left hand also began to tremble violently.
The cloud-shaped characters on the nails crumbled one by one.
Deep within the Soul-Locking Gate, several thin threads that were originally wrapped around the human souls were simultaneously severed by karmic fire and the backlash of cause and effect, snapping and shattering one after another, like broken strings of a musical instrument.
[Ding! Destroyed the soul-binding bondage of the Xuan Tian Soul Nail on the human race's slaves, gaining merit.]
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Huang Chen didn't look at the panel.
He stared at Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji was also staring at him.
The madness, resentment, and triumph in those eyes were rapidly dissipating, leaving only a last glimmer of lifeless gray light.
Blood kept gushing from his mouth. He seemed to want to laugh, but he could only utter half a sentence in a broken voice.
"The torch..."
Huang Chen's eyes narrowed.
Blood oozing from Zhao Wuji's teeth, his voice low and barely audible.
"The rat demon... has smelled it..."
Huang Chen's face darkened instantly. He pulled his right hand out of Zhao Wuji's chest cavity, hooked his fingers together, and grabbed Zhao Wuji's neck, lifting his head up.
Explain yourself.
Zhao Wuji grinned, revealing his bloody mouth, as if wanting to see him change color.
Huang Chen didn't say a second sentence.
Click.
Bring your five fingers together.
Zhao Wuji's skull exploded on the spot, and his blood, bone fragments, and remnant soul were crushed to dust.
The already crumbling Xuan Tian Sect remnant soul dharma image also collapsed at the same moment, turning into a large swath of gray mist, which was swept away by the surging black water inside the Soul Lock Gate.
The entire stone chamber suddenly fell silent.
Immediately following was an even louder sound of collapse.
Without Zhao Wuji maintaining order, the Soul Lock Gate was like a body without its backbone.
The array patterns on the gate wall gradually died out, the broken chains lashed wildly against the surrounding stone walls, large chunks of rock crashed down from above, and black water poured out along the cracks, its stench so strong it was choking.
Huang Chen looked down at his left hand.
His palm was pierced by the Soul Nail, exposing the bone fragments.
The jet-black soul nail was still trembling in his palm, but the nail itself was covered with cracks, like a poisonous insect about to shatter.
Huang Chen channeled his karmic fire and poured it directly into the soul nail, which immediately emitted a piercing shriek and exploded into more than a dozen pieces of black iron debris.
Behind a crevice in the distance, several huddled figures suddenly shuddered.
It was those few scouts he couldn't take with him all in Chapter 85, whose souls were held captive by the remaining array of the Soul Lock Gate.
They all had blank stares, like half-dead puppets.
At this moment, the soul-binding restraints broke, and the group first gasped for breath. Then, as if they had been violently pulled awake from a nightmare, some rolled on the ground with their heads in their hands, some lay in the black water and retched violently, and a middle-aged man who was so thin that he was just a skeleton looked up and saw Huang Chen. He was so frightened that he took two steps back and his back hit the stone wall.
"No...don't kill me..."
Huang Chen shook the blood off his right hand, his voice a little hoarse.
"Can you walk?"
The group of people were stunned for a moment.
They probably didn't expect that someone who had been killed like this would ask this question first.
The middle-aged man's throat moved; he nodded and then shook his head, his eyes filled with fear.
"I can...I can climb."
Another, younger servant looked at Zhao Wuji's mangled flesh and trembled all over. His lips quivered for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "He... is dead."
'
Huang Chen bent down, pulled the broken piece of the Zhuiyin Mirror from the rubble, and casually put it into his pocket.
"Completely dead."
'
He glanced again at the cracked dome, his voice cold and hard.
"If you don't leave now, you'll all be buried here too."
'
These words are more effective than words of comfort.
Several slaves, as if struck by a whip, immediately struggled to crawl away.
Some had broken legs and could only drag themselves along, leaving long trails of blood in the black water; others, whose souls had just escaped the nails, were unsteady on their feet and fell twice in a row. Huang Chen didn't waste any words, and directly picked up the two slowest ones, one in each hand, and rushed them out.
The ancient road outside the Soul Lock Gate is also collapsing.
The ceiling was covered in stone dust, there was a constant roar in my ears, and the ground was extremely slippery.
Black water rushed along the broken channel, occasionally carrying out fragments of bones and old chains, which slammed against the stone walls with a clanging sound.
Huang Chen ran in the lead, his Mountain and River Boots making each step extremely steady.
The wound on my left hand was still bleeding, flowing down my arm to my elbow and dripping into the black water. The gash between my eyebrows hadn't been treated yet, and it burned with pain.
But what kept replaying in his mind was the half-sentence Zhao Wuji uttered before he died.
The torch.
A rat demon. I smelled it.
It's not a bluff.
Zhao Wuji is already dead, there's no need to disgust him with such nonsense.
Behind him, a servant, panting heavily, asked as he ran, "M-Sir...is there really an exit ahead?"
Huang Chen didn't turn his head back.
"have."
The man staggered again, his voice trembling.
"Can...can we really get out of here alive?"
Huang Chen kicked open the half-collapsed stone fence in front of him, sending rubble flying everywhere.
"Shut up and keep up."
The group dared not ask any more questions, and only heavy breathing and the sound of treading water remained.
After rushing through two more narrow stone corridors, a breeze finally blew in from the front. It wasn't the eerie wind of the Soul Lock Gate, carrying the stench of corpses; it was the cold air flowing from the mountainside outside, mixed with the smell of damp mud. Although it didn't smell good either, it instantly sobered people up.
The slave at the front immediately had tears in his eyes.
"exit……"
"It's truly an export!"
'
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang came from behind.
The entire Soul Lock Gate collapsed completely.
The impact chased along the ancient road, cracking the stone walls and sending forth torrents of black water carrying shattered rocks. Huang Chen glanced back, his pupils contracting, then grabbed the slowest-running young servant and shoved him forward violently.
"go out!"
The group scrambled out of the ancient road and crashed into a wet, cold, rocky beach.
The next instant, with a deafening roar, the cave entrance behind them was sealed off by collapsing rocks and black water, shaking the ground violently. A rain of rubble pelted down, stinging their shoulders and backs.
Several slaves collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Some of them started to cry as they gasped for breath, their cries suppressed, as if their throats were full of blood.
Huang Chen stood outside the cave entrance, his chest heaving violently. He turned back to look at the sealed-off ancient road, but said nothing.
Night fell over the mountains, and the wind swept through the depths of the ravine, making the smell of blood on his body even stronger.
The middle-aged servant who had been scolding him earlier got up, staggered a couple of steps, and knelt down with a thud.
"Thank you so much, my benefactor... thank you so much, my benefactor, for saving my life..."
The others also knelt down, their foreheads slamming against the wet stones with loud thuds.
Huang Chen raised his hand and pressed the wound between his eyebrows; his fingertips were covered in blood.
"Stop kowtowing."
His voice was deep.
"Let's leave this ancient road first."
The group immediately stopped and responded in unison.
Huang Chen looked up at the dark mountains in the distance, then glanced down at the bloody hole in his palm, his lips pressed into a cold line. The wind made his clothes flutter wildly, and from some distant mountain crevice, a faint, chilling squeak of a mouse suddenly came.
Huang Chen turned his head away, his gaze suddenly turning cold.