Headless Immortal

Chapter 135 The Water King of Jiangzhou
Electric light and flint.

Everything happened so fast that many people didn't have time to react.

Doubt, fear, surprise, and even ecstasy...

Just moments ago, these extraordinary individuals were like frozen hedgehogs, but now they are like snakes emerging from their burrows in spring, all eager to move, their eyes gleaming with unusual light, yet all harboring a sense of relief and joy.

The great monster kicked the pot over so they wouldn't have to drink blood anymore.

"A demon king in human form?"

"No, it's a great demon who knows transformation magic."

The conversation gradually subsided, replaced by mostly cold stares.

This was likely due to the overwhelming ferocity of the great demon and the cold, aloof gaze of the White Sect's holy maiden seated upon her.

Shuer removed his straw hat, revealing a fluffy, round head, and stood beside the great demon. He held a broken compass in his left claw and a two-foot-long steel fork in his right claw, without saying a word.

The white toad jumped down from the hands of the Five-Tong Mountain Lord and looked around for a suitable weapon.

"It has implicated the wealthy man."

"Your Majesty is too kind. It was just a life-or-death battle."

"Your Majesty!"

The white-skinned leader, who had picked up a wooden table and was using it as a weapon, was in tears.

"Don't be afraid."

Lu Xun grinned, his fangs twitching slightly. As the master of the Jiangzhou Water Palace, how could he stand by and watch his little monsters be cooked? Besides, his original purpose was to suppress the drought in Zhangzhou.

If it weren't for Shu Er's persuasion, he would have been unable to restrain himself when that pot of human head blood soup was brought out.

"If you want to ride my horse, you have to kill my little monster as a medicinal ingredient."

Wu Tong Lu Xun sneered, standing proudly in the hall. The great demon's violent aura turned into mist that surrounded his seven-foot-tall body, and his golden demonic eyes fell on the woman in black veil: "I'll ride a horse in a while too."

"court death!"

The expert guarding the White Sect's holy maiden was furious. This unruly ape demon really thought this was a deep mountain forest, daring to speak so arrogantly. He leaped into the air, his flesh bulging into the color of black iron, before landing with a thud on the ground. His arms were armor forged from refined iron, and his once clear black and white eyes had turned completely black.

The moment he landed, he was launched like a cannonball, raising his iron arm to slam into the seven-foot-tall demon in the center of the hall.

Wu Tong Lu Xun raised his head, drew up his fist stance, like a full moon bow, his right arm glowing with an earthy yellow light, and used his ape-like body to unleash the Cannon Fist.

Collapse of mountains.

A loud bang was heard, accompanied by an invisible wave of light that rippled outwards. A person was thrown out by a gust of wind. It was not Wutong Mountain Lord, but a tall guard with iron armor embedded in his arms. He was sent flying and rolled on the high platform. His right arm was blown apart and twisted and deformed. The burly man, who had turned into a ghost, vomited a lot of blood.

"kill him!"

At the same time, the three sword lights had already intersected in a triangular formation, leaving Wu Tong Lu Xun no way to escape.

The three worked together with unprecedented speed and decisiveness, as if one person had split into three, just like the three swords of Commander Wan Chaohai.

The white-skinned leader's horizontal table was cleaved in two with a single stroke. He loosened his grip with both hands, staggered, and fell to the ground with a thud, his toad-like eyes wide open.

He saw the knife slice through the air above him, its sharp edge stinging his face. He tried to knock the king aside, but he was clearly a step too late.

Head transplant.

Then the ape-like monster leaped into the air, and the three swords moved with it. Unexpectedly, the monster, which was originally seven feet tall, turned into a four-foot-tall black cat. It changed direction in mid-air and jumped out from between the three swords in an extremely strange posture.

Head transplant.

He punched out with both fists, slamming them into the chest of the burly man in blue. Using the momentum, he kicked the indigo youth squarely, then turned and thrust out a water blade as thin as a cicada's wing, striking Wan Chaowu, who was wearing a light green martial arts robe.

Hou Ming and Guan Banyang's longswords splattered with blood, and the two turned back to offer their assistance.

Keng.

Guan Banyang's long sword was blocked by a steel fork. Then, the yellow-skinned rat demon opened its mouth and spat out a stream of flying sand and stones, forcing Guan Banyang to draw his sword and defend.

"Flying sand!"

Shu Er turned the compass, and the fine sand that fell from it formed a flying tornado that rushed towards Hou Ming.

Just as Shu Er blocked the two, Lu Xun's tall body pressed forward, giving Wan Chaowu no chance to draw his sword.

Wan Chao Wudang immediately opened his blood-red maw, his sharp fangs aimed straight at Lu Xun's shoulder.

The snow-haired demon grabbed his head, pulling Wan Chaowu's head back from its downward position. With a sudden push of his right hand, the water blade stuck in Wan Chaowu's neck spun around, tearing flesh and gushing blood. It spun around before returning to Lu Xun's hand.

Wan Chaowu roared, his black eyes and bloodshot pupils dissipating into one color, and his tall corpse fell down, leaving only his head being held by the red-faced, green-toothed Wutong God.

Lu Xun, who had raised Wan Chaowu's head, said coldly, "Your knife is no good; it broke."

Still seated in the main seat, Wan Chaohai's eyes were bloodshot, his ferocious expression suggesting he wanted to devour the ape demon alive. With a twitch of his breath, the water blade on his chest shattered as if boiling, and blood gushed out uncontrollably.

At this moment, a jade-like hand slowly descended, and a pale blue light swept across the wound, instantly sealing the torn opening.

Lu Xun's face was gloomy. Even with his ingenious methods, he couldn't kill Wan Chaohai.

He looked down at his chest, where the blade had cut a long gash, the fur turned inside out and blood seeping out. Not only his chest, but his back also burned with pain. He figured that the other two blades had found an opening when he threw punches and kicks.

If it weren't for the enhancement of the Peach Blossom Spring Living Buddha and the acquisition of two supernatural powers, he would probably have to reveal his trump cards and fight desperately by now.

Now that Wan Chaohai has broken free from the constraints, he will face another tough battle.

The golden demonic eyes flew up and looked at the two figures standing behind the White Sect's Holy Maiden who refused to move.

The two men, one with his arms crossed and a cold smile, the other indifferent as smoke.

Not to mention there was also a White Sect demoness in charge who stabilized Wan Chaohai's fatal wound with a flip of her hand and then helped Gao Ligui reattach his arm.

His demonic eyes were filled with vigilance.

Lu Xun raised his hand to touch the wound, licking the blood.

However, in the eyes of a group of extraordinary people, it was a different story. The ape monster smashed Gao Ligui of the White Lotus Sect with its great strength, and twisted off Wan Chaowu's head in the blink of an eye. The Wan family brothers, who had been famous in Jiangbei for many years, lost one of their three knives. They didn't even know what kind of technique the bayonet was, which forced Wan Chaohai to not dare to make any rash moves.

The water monsters fought their way ashore, and the grand feast was disrupted by them.

The White Cult's holy maiden, veiled in black, spoke: "Your heart has been shattered, and I am powerless to save you. I can only keep you alive for a short while."

"enough."

Wan Chaohai had no intention of living after being forced to shatter the water blade.

That damned beast is more cunning than a demon. The knife that pierced his chest instantly transformed into several steel wires of water that wrapped around his heart. Pulling out the water knife would pull out his heart; the only option was to slowly melt the water wires. But with his brother dying before his eyes, how could he possibly bear it any longer?

Overwhelmed with shame and anger, the burning fire seemed to have reduced him to a skeleton.

Wan Chaohai remembered that he started practicing swordsmanship at the age of five, broke through the three barriers of martial arts at the age of fourteen, and his true qi nourished his body. He killed someone at the age of fifteen, killed 157 people from the Black Stream Water Village at the age of twenty-one, became famous in Taihu Lake at the age of twenty-four, and was revered as the Sword King of Jiangbei at the age of thirty. A beast-devouring cyan gold sword accompanied him in battle for many years.

However, his brothers accompanied him throughout his life.

He had promised his parents he would take good care of his younger brother, and he had always done so, until this day. Because of his arrogance and complacency, he was stabbed, and his brother, who had been with him all his life, died before his eyes.

If I cannot personally avenge my enemies, how can I face living in this world?

Wan Chaohai opened his large hand, covered in wild beast claws, and gripped the Beast-Swallowing Golden Blade. His true energy surged and billowed like wolf smoke, suddenly condensing into the golden blade. His hair and beard bristled, and his fangs pierced through his cheeks. The torn flesh quickly contracted, the bluish-gray fading away like water, turning into a silvery-white hue. His black eyes and bloodshot pupils gave him a long, howling roar.

"Come die!"

A silver-white body suddenly leaped out, a halo of light forming around the blade, three feet and three inches away from the sword.

"Throw sand."

With a flick of his wide sleeves, Shu Er caused the compass to spin wildly, and a swirl of yellow sand lifted the ground an inch. He shook his steel fork, gathering the sand and dust into a tornado: "Wind, come!"

The steel fork extended its long handle like a baton, which the magistrate gripped with both hands, and the surging wind whipped up three yellow sand tornadoes.

When Wan Chaohai slashed down with his sword, it was like a waterfall bursting forth with light. The three yellow sand dunes were split in two, and even the sand and stones that were swept up were scattered by the light of his sword.

Upon seeing how powerful Wan Chaohai was, Shu Er stepped forward with his feet firmly planted on the ground and held up his fork with both hands, trying to block the terrifying blue-gold blade for Lu Xun.

Before his ears could recover from the impact, his feet suddenly left the ground, and his entire figure quickly retreated.

Shu Er glanced to the side and saw that a snow-haired ape arm had dragged him up. He was then flipped in mid-air and thrown out of the battlefield covered by blades, along with the white toad.

Wu Tonglu could have dodged the long sword, but dragging Shu Er and Bai Pi slowed him down, allowing Wan Chaohai to catch up.

Their escape routes to the left and right were blocked by the Fenjiang Blade and the Pojun Blade.

Unwilling to gain a significant advantage, Wan Chaohai suddenly froze, his blade flashing back into a fierce tiger as he slashed to his side.

Keng!
Swords clashed, sparks flew, and the sound of metal twisting and turning was sickeningly loud.

The one who charged in with a sword was an ugly Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe. He had a pockmarked face, uneven eyes, and a bulbous nose. His Taoist robe was very old; it looked like a whole piece on the outside, but there were patches on the inside.

The Taoist priest's greatsword of green iron was not at a disadvantage against the Beast Devouring Golden Blade.

The swords separated immediately after the slightest clash.

The Taoist priest jumped to Lu Xun's side and hissed, "You're the one who got me killed."

Lu Xun turned his head and left.

The strange and unusual people looked at each other, unwilling to get involved in the mess. They watched and thought that if the monster was at a disadvantage, they would secretly help it. Why was someone so eager to jump out? This was not a good omen.

Sure enough, Wan Chaohai stared intently at the Taoist priest with his dark red eyes, glancing at the others out of the corner of his eye.

Wan Chaohai declared loudly, "Mobilize the army and surround the yamen!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

The pockmarked Taoist priest shouted, "Gentlemen, this fellow previously made us drink blood to turn into living corpses, and now he has the Iron Corpse Army besieging the county government. He clearly wants us to work for the Jing Shi Society. Why don't we join forces and fight our way out? Even if there are five hundred Iron Corpse Warriors, they can't hold us back."

Seeing that even the heretics and eccentrics were swayed, the black-veiled saintess standing on the steps raised her hand and pointed at the Taoist in the arena, saying, "Whoever kills him will be the new leader of the Jing Shi Hui."

There was an uproar.

Why is the pockmarked Taoist priest so highly regarded?
More valuable than a monster?

The Taoist priest ripped off the disguise from his face: "Longhu Mountain, Zhang Huaisu is here!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

Zhang Huaisu apologized in a low voice. He had been sitting at the table for a long time, waiting for Lu Xun to kill Wan Chaohai and draw out the two guardians behind the demoness so that he could have an opportunity to assassinate her.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xun was no match for Wan Chaohai and was on the verge of losing his life.

Perhaps he had some reservations about Lu Xun at first, but when Lu Xun came to Shen Lian's rescue, saved the white toad, and then kicked over the human bone and blood soup, he realized that he had really misunderstood. The resentment in his heart had long since vanished, leaving only admiration.

So he couldn't help but draw his sword.

Zhang Huaisu lifts the gold medal.

"My Longhu Mountain is ordered to suppress the Jingshi Society, and the imperial army in the Jiangbei camp is ready to set off at any time. Do you want the fleeting glory and wealth, or do you want to serve the court and receive an imperial decree? The choice is yours."

"It's never too late to abandon darkness and embrace the light."

The number of greedy eyes that had been watching them gradually decreased.

These heretics and eccentrics only wanted to profit from the cracks, and dared not openly oppose the imperial court. Although the position of the chieftain of Meng County was good, how long could he enjoy such a carefree life? It would be better to sit on the sidelines and watch the tigers fight, waiting for Longhu Mountain and Jingshi Society to fight to the death, so that they could also reap the benefits.

"kill!"

Wan Chaohai didn't care about the imperial court or the army; he was determined to cut off the monkey's head and charged forward again.

Keng.

Zhang Huaisu secretly groaned. This person was a martial arts master and had forged silver armor by drinking the blood of the Corpse King. He couldn't subdue him with just fists and feet. However, his Taoist magic required hand seals, spells, incantations, and prayers. It was tedious, but if he opened his eyes, his head would be gone.

"Are you confident you can kill her?"

The snow-haired ape pointed at the black-veiled saintess on the high platform.

He was in the middle of a fight, so why did Ditto have to ask at this moment? He spared his attention and replied, "In a one-on-one fight, I'm confident, but..."

However, the White Sect's Holy Maiden was protected by other people. The two generals from the Jing Shi Society were just ordinary, but the two guardians with calm expressions were different.

"I'll create an opportunity for you to fight one-on-one."

"court death."

Taking advantage of the Taoist's distraction, Wan Chaohai unleashed a swift, horizontal slash with his blade, the cold light freezing into sharp arrows aimed at riddling the Taoist with holes. Hou Ming and Guan Banyang, who were watching closely from the sidelines, kept a close eye on the ape demon. They trusted their commander's strength and were just waiting for him to kill the Taoist before swarming in to chop the demon into mincemeat and avenge their master.

Zhang Huaisu stepped back, the icy arrows formed from the blade's light completely enveloping him: "This time you've really killed me!"

thump.

The ice arrow struck a 'copper wall', and the more than three-foot-long blade of light was blocked and dispersed.

Zhang Huaisu looked up in astonishment.

A gigantic monster, ten feet tall, stood before him, its back to the sword energy. It had black and gold demonic eyes, a thousand layers of eyelids, round eyes and chisel-like teeth, a tapir-like nose and an elephant-like mouth. Its robust and enormous body was even larger than that fleshy mountain, Golden Beam.

Baoguang.

A sudden flash of light appeared on his forehead.

A golden beam of light shot out.

Wan Chaohai, who charged forward with his sword, remained fearless. His black and red corpse eyes fixed on a single point as he stepped forward and cleaved the pillar of light with his sword.

The beam of light collided with the blade energy and was split in two, transforming into two beams of precious light that rushed towards Wan Chaohai's other two blades.

Hou Ming defended quickly but gained no advantage. The light reflected off the blade and went straight for his arm, whereupon blood spurted out with a soft splatter.

Guan Banyang, being Wan Chaohai's disciple, was weaker in cultivation and was directly pierced through the chest by the treasure light. With a thud, he fell stiffly to the ground along with the knife.

In a single encounter, one was dead and the other seriously injured.

A deep, resonant sound, like the striking of a great bell, emanated from the elephant's mouth of the great monster.

"Who will take the death!"

(End of this chapter)