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Chapter 9
The Rakshasa was clearly enraged, striking Big Mouth Lee with a palm, sending him crashing into the wall and knocking him unconscious. Bald Qiang was evidently furious as well, grabbing the rifle butt and charging forward. In an instant, he was kicked away. Zhengyang was busy manipulating the Seven Sorrows Talisman, unable to break free while also keeping an eye on Dong Tong for any signs of betrayal.
Now, it was just me left!
The gap in strength between us was like heaven and earth; I could be killed in an instant. Nevertheless, even a clay figurine has some spirit, and a cornered rat will bite. I had no choice but to fight back. I drew the Azure Dark Sword and swung it at the Rakshasa!
“Oh! You’re that old man’s grandson? Good, let’s die together!”
“You killed my grandfather?”
“Indeed, I love seeing you helpless, ha ha!”
“Hmph! This grudge will not go unpunished!”
“We're underground; there’s no one here. But it doesn’t matter; as long as you’re a friend or descendant of that old man, I’ll make you die a thousand times!”
“Then let’s see if you have the ability!” I knew I wasn’t his match, but I refused to back down verbally. This stubbornness might lead me to endless trouble.
“Brave!” A cloud of White Mist rose, and the Rakshasa transformed into a woman, looking incredibly seductive. I shouted, “Change back! I won’t fight a woman!” The Rakshasa smiled slightly: “Then let me grant your wish!” She transformed back into her fearsome form!
At that moment, the Rakshasa lunged towards me.
Before I could act, someone had already rushed forward—Dong Tong!
Dong Tong? Her series of actions left me utterly bewildered. It seemed she also possessed a mysterious aura within her body, engaging in fierce combat with the Rakshasa. The Rakshasa appeared half-surprised and half-doubtful, thus hesitating to unleash her full power. At this moment, Dong Tong shouted, “Bastard! What’s the point of talking about morality with such a creature? Go for it!”
I understood immediately; forget about it! We needed to take this thing down first; otherwise, we wouldn’t know who would end up dead in the end. Without waiting for a response from her, I charged forward and drew my Azure Dark Sword!
“Azure Dark Sword!” The Rakshasa exclaimed in shock, a flicker of fear crossing her eyes.
The Azure Dark Sword was a treasure of Eastern Wu, belonging to Sun Quan the Great. It had been used by Zhou Chu to slay a dragon and had sunk into the Qiantang River during the southward migration of the Jin dynasty, absorbing the essence of the river water. Somehow it ended up in Rongcheng. In front of ghosts and monsters, this sword was an existence that defied fate. Had I known this earlier, I would have drawn it out long ago—what was there to fear?
“It’s just a pity that your Killing Intent is only at one stage; you’re not worthy of wielding such a fine sword!” The Rakshasa laughed maniacally, her earlier fear dissipating completely. Inside, I cursed: “Since you’ve seen through it all, what’s the point? Let me enjoy my White Joy!”
“However, your body is capable of great transformation; it serves as a furnace for yin and yang! If you give it to me, ha ha, then I could unleash seven or eight times your Killing Intent! What a waste—you’re squandering such potential!”
“Less talk!” I thought to myself. “I don’t understand a word you’re saying!”
“Damn it! Even as a ghost, you’re still so chatty. You must have been quite the loudmouth in life!” I couldn't contain my anger and charged at him. The Azure Dark Sword clashed with the Rakshasa's claw, sending sparks flying, shimmering like cherry blossoms blooming overnight.
My palms shook again, blood splattering like peach petals. It landed on the Azure Dark Sword, which emitted a green aura, the blade faintly turning red, trembling like glowing embers, producing a sound akin to dragon roars and whale songs. In an instant, my fury ignited, a wave of heat surged within me. The feeling of killing Sand Hammer returned; I was ready to go wild—who could stop me?
“Hahaha, such strong Killing Intent! This is good!”
The Rakshasa laughed heartily. “Indeed, indeed! You possess the physique of a master; the Spirit Yang Body is no mere boast! You are not what you seem!”
I had heard about this master physique from the old man before. This type of physique is categorized into disciples, refining masters, Real Persons, masters, Sages, and Emperors. The master physique ranks third among twenty-five types. If I am one of them, where are the other twenty-four? Damn it, why are they looking for me?
The Rakshasa seemed to read my thoughts and chuckled. “Because you are a Yin Refining Master! Hahaha!”
Suddenly, the Rakshasa was enveloped in swirling mist, like countless vines wrapping around him. The vines thrashed about violently, creating waves of energy that surged forth. In an instant, a carnivorous flower bloomed amidst the chaos; even the Crystal Coffin shifted position under the pressure of the waves, transforming the entire tomb into an icy crystal world. Cold! I could no longer care!
“Kill!” That was all that remained in my mind! My thoughts went blank.
It felt as if an invisible heat surged within me, blooming like a sudden flower with countless petals. A halo rippled outward wherever it spread; White Mist vaporized as ice suddenly vanished. The entire tomb became divided by the Crystal Coffin—a clear boundary formed between cold and heat, each side refusing to yield.
In that fleeting moment of brilliance, I erupted!
The Azure Dark Sword was enveloped in blue mist; seven hidden stars shone brightly along its blade, radiating Golden Radiance that was almost blinding. Countless beams of light burst forth from the blade. At the same time, the Rakshasa's claws elongated ominously, dark and devouring light.
The Azure Dark Sword trembled uncontrollably as I clashed with the Rakshasa’s claws; only the sound of metal striking metal filled the air as we exchanged blows. It produced a terrifying symphony; had I not been in such a daze at that moment, I might have been scared out of my wits! After about seventy or eighty exchanges, my Killing Intent gradually faded! I could barely withstand his onslaught. I estimated my peak strength at around thirteen segments while the Rakshasa was at least fifteen.
The gap in our strengths was too vast; I simply couldn’t hold up against him!
“Hahahaha! You’ve got some skill, but your time is nearly up!”
Indeed! My peak Killing Intent was more than ten times greater than usual and still couldn’t hold up against him. As my Killing Intent waned, it felt like my energy had been drained completely—exhaustion set in. My chances of winning were slim; it seemed I was done for this time. The Rakshasa’s Killing Intent was at fifteen segments—still suppressed by the Seven Sorrows Talisman.
Perhaps because I possessed the Spirit Yang Body, he didn’t strike with lethal intent. He also showed restraint towards Dong Tong; he merely knocked her unconscious!
"Fighting is not like hosting a banquet, nor is it about reading books or newspapers. Danger lurks everywhere; it's either you die or I perish!" I vividly remembered the old man's words. I didn't know where the fighting spirit came from, but I rose with determination and charged at the Rakshasa. The Rakshasa showed no mercy and kicked me away. Just as I was about to be caught by its sharp claws, I felt my life hanging by a thread.
"Please, let him go!" Dong Tong pleaded, gripping the Rakshasa's leg as if trying to pin it down. "It's impossible; this is the body I've waited decades for!"
"Don't forget your identity, Sister Dong?" The Rakshasa turned back with a smile and ruthlessly kicked Dong Tong away. It raised its hand and reached for my neck.
"Woof!"
A flash of white light shot out from my backpack and, in an instant, was sent flying. The figure landed like a soccer ball that had just been kicked. It was Furball, still young and clearly no match for such a monster!
Furball was now slightly larger than a palm and contained spiritual energy within. Its attack was much stronger than before, able to leap several meters high. The Rakshasa's expression changed upon seeing this little creature; fear flickered in its eyes, but it quickly regained composure, a strange smile creeping onto its lips.
With a swipe of its hand, it met the incoming white light head-on. The two forces collided with a loud bang. To my astonishment, Furball managed to latch onto the Rakshasa and refused to let go. No matter how the Rakshasa shook, it couldn't dislodge Furball, as if it were tethered to a plush ball.
The Rakshasa grew furious and let out a fierce roar, violently throwing Furball against the wall of the tomb. Furball cried out in pain and fell silent.
I felt an overwhelming surge of anger!
"Come on! Let me bear everything!" My vision blurred with rage as I struggled against the iron grip of the Rakshasa's arm. I didn't know where the strength came from, but I managed to pry open its claw-like hold. Unfortunately, instead of loosening, its grip only tightened!
I gradually found it harder to breathe; my face turned purple. With the last remnants of consciousness, I realized that I was doomed! A cruel smile crept across my lips as I accepted my fate.
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