The jade coffin, once sanguine, was shattered into countless shards of white – its color thoroughly drained by Chen Xiaobei's Chaos Sword Essence within moments. Now, its aura of bloodthirst wafted through the air and blanketed the sky, the Black Dragon being the catalyst that enhances its tremendous presence.
It was as if the King of Demons had risen to the earth and was making its presence known; all was purgatory in the blink of an eye!
"This… What the hell is this…"
The Hundred Beasts Faction were flabbergasted; every inch of their bodies shuddered uncontrollably.
*Whoosh*
The Blood Sword resounded as Chen Xiaobei spread his arms, guiding its path. Dragon Force facilitated his synchronization with the Chaos Sword Essence as his weapon bypassed its wielder towards its target. In that very moment he was an accomplished sword-master, the Chaos Sword Essence moving silkily at his command as if flowing petals.
"Wind!"
A bolt of crimson lightning splits the sky and streaked towards Long Aotian for his head.
"This… What the hell is this…"
Long Aotian trembled. The bolt was much faster than he was; there's no escape from that fatal strike!
Meanwhile, Chen Xiaobei stood his ground in silence. He was expressionless; his face devoid of joy, anger or any other emotion.
"I have a sword capable of annihilating all humanity!"
"WIND!"
The lightning crackled, and the ground tore open by a few meters!
"This… Urgh…"
Long Aotian was standing above the fissure; his entire body had been cleaved in two just as he attempted to utter something. What was left of him fell on both sides of the crack just as his organs splattered across the floor.
One slash, and the man was cut in two!
"Oh god…"
As the fight concluded, the two remnants of Hundred Beast Faction fell to their knees, soaked – they had wet themselves.
"Wind!"
Chen Xiaobei was done. He recalled the lightning, but not before he beheaded the pair who had lost their will to fight.
*Thud*
Their heads fell to the ground with their eyes and mouth still agape. Blood shot out of their motionless body where their heads were missing, tainting the surrounding floor in crimson
*Phew*
Old Tortoise took a deep breath. Suddenly, he clutched his heart with both hands; his breathing become ragged he fell stiffly to the ground!
The man had the greatest shock of his life.
"What a terrifying growth rate!"
His enemies had fallen. However, Chen Xiaobei's heart - which had been calm as still water during the fight, was surging
The shape of his sword had changed. Its original illusory form was gone, replaced by a solid blood jade of the greatest quality, while something flowed within it.
Turning it to the side to examine, Chen Xiaobei found that there were nine streams of Blood Qi surging. It was ethereal, mythical – as if nine living dragons were swirling around his sword.
A long black line was indentured in the middle of the blade. It must be the blood that Black Dragon had absorbed earlier on.
"The shape changed, and its destructive power was increased by leaps and bounds as well! That slash just now was equal to fifteen thousand in combat power; it was definitely as sharp as Demonic Dragon Apocalypse! A top-of-the-line killing tool!" Chen Xiaobei thought.
However, he paused and sighed. "There's no doubt that it's powerful, but it took all my True Qi to unleash such an attack. I can't use it whenever I want; I'll have to reserve it as my ultimate trump card!"
Ding!
[You have eliminated a fourth-generation bad guy. You have received 40000 merit points!]
Ding!
[You have eliminated a first-generation bad guy. You have received 18000 merit points!]
Ding!
[You have eliminated an evil guy. You have received 1000 merit points!]
Ding!
[You have eliminated an evil guy. You have received 1000 merit points!]
Ding!
[Congratulations! You have become Philanthropist the Third! Your current merit points are 302000! You need another 598000 merit points to go to next level! (Charm: 30200. Luck: 30200!)]
A series of notifications appeared at Chen Xiaobei's Netherspirit Battlescouter.
"Damn! That Long Aotian must have been some evil! Forty freaking thousand merit points just from killing him! Anyway, I guess I have enough merit points to redeem Bro Yu's soul! He will be thrilled! Wahaha…" Chen Xiaobei grinned.
Walking over to what remained of the leader of the Hundred Beasts Faction, he picked up Emperor Yan's Unwavering Body Fortifying Skill Book.
"This is great! It's awesome!" After quickly skimming over the volume, Chen Xiaobei began to laugh.
His health had dropped lower than his combat power after he mastered the Primordial Witch King Combat Enhancement Training, which meant that he would get hurt easily in combat. Evidently, this new skill was precisely what he needed! Chen Xiaobei was so gleeful that there were no words to describe his joy.
"Help- Rawr- Help me, please!"
He heard an eerie wail; Queen Wen's spirit was on its last legs.
Chen Xiaobei quickly felt a pang of guilt. He had been drowning in the happiness of newfound treasure. Thus, he had almost forgotten about the ancestor of Wenyuan. Without a word, he quickly tore off the three talismans that were pasted on the spirit.
"Thank you so much…" Queen Wen appeared relieved, but removing the talismans did not stop her body from breaking apart – albeit at a slower pace!
"Why's this still happening? I have taken off the talismans! Why hasn't your body stabilized?" Chen Xiaobei asked anxiously.
"Evil spirits can be hurt too… And my injuries are too severe… It seems my fate is sealed…" Queen Wen sighed, her delicate voice wrapped with melancholy and despair.
She had waited for her lover for centuries in the hope that they might meet again. This was definitely not the ending that she desired.
"Don't give up just yet! Let's try to think of some ways to save you! We cannot give up as long as there's a shred of hope!" Chen Xiaobei declared solemnly.
"I could live if I enter the underworld … Unfortunately, I'm a four-star evil spirit so there's no way for me to get in. Hell is the only place I could go…" Queen Wen sighed again.
"Don't give up! I can save you! I know some people there who could help!" Chen Xiaobei's expression became lit, and he took out his cell phone immediately.
"You? The underworld? You know people there?" Queen Wen was extremely shocked. She could not imagine how a brat like him was connected to the underworld; such things were impossible for ordinary human beings after all.
However, Chen Xiaobei was no ordinary guy. Entering the Red Envelope chat group, he began to text Yanwang.
Yanwang: God! Chen Xiaobei! What happened? Is it necessary to spam me with – are you there?
Chen Xiaobei: There's no time! I'll keep it short! I have a four-stars evil spirit here with me. Is there a way I could send her to the underworld? And I mean the underworld, not hell!
Yanwang: Easy! You just have to pay fifty thousand merit points and she will be redeemed from her sins!
"What?! That's a lot of merit points! I just labored for three hundred thousand merit points recently, and god-knows-how-long it will be before I collect another fifty thousand! No way. I have to!" Chen Xiaobei thought in frustration.
Chen Xiaobei: Bro! Since we are brothers, could you not collect the merit points? I will bring some delicious food to repay you!
Yanwang: Sorry, but my answer is no.