Free Web NovelChapter 1942: Chapter 1942: Holy Key in Hand, Spiritual Shadow Self-Destructs
Qian Wumie didn’t react at the first moment, he just stared blankly and asked, "What the hell? Why is it that little monster’s voice?"
What he was seeing, of course, was Sikong Jing’s Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow...
The Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow, hearing this, continued speaking: "If it were two Spirit Shadows at Emperor Realm, I wonder if you’d still be able to block them? Right now you seem at most to have a bunch of Spirit Shadows equivalent to King Realm, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Qian Wumie completely confirmed that this was indeed Sikong Jing’s voice.
He jerked his head back in disbelief to look again at Sikong Jing’s Body, but with both Spirit Shadows out, Sikong Jing’s Body really couldn’t move this time, whereas just now the immobility was only to numb Qian Wumie.
At this moment the Human-shaped Spirit Shadow also spoke up, shouting coldly, "Now, I’ll take your Holy Artifact first!"
As the words fell, the Human-shaped Spirit Shadow had already lunged out, striking while Qian Wumie was still dazed...
"Take your Holy Artifact..."
Before Qian Wumie could react, the Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow’s voice also rang out behind him.
Right after, the Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow likewise pounced toward Qian Wumie.
The two Spirit Shadows attacked from front and back, their goal not to blast Qian Wumie apart, but to slam heavily toward his Space Holy Key.
With a bang, before Qian Wumie could even react, the Space Holy Key was smacked flying.
You couldn’t really blame Qian Wumie; he was simply too dizzy. His brain was buzzing from the two Spirit Shadows’ voices, especially since he just couldn’t figure out how a Spirit Shadow in the shape of a demon beast could possibly be Sikong Jing’s voice?
In short, still before he had time to react...
The even more terrifyingly powerful Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow had already blocked in front of Qian Wumie, while the Human-shaped Spirit Shadow lunged toward the Space Holy Key that had been knocked away, lightly wrapped around it, and returned to stand before Sikong Jing’s Body...
And then... hum!
The Human-shaped Spirit Shadow once again returned into Sikong Jing’s body.
At the same instant, Sikong Jing’s Body slowly opened both eyes, his hand already gripping the Space Holy Key.
From the moment the Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow appeared until now, it had only been the span of a single blink, yet Sikong Jing had already seized Qian Wumie’s Holy Artifact. Next, all he had to do was force him to hand over the method of using the Holy Artifact.
At this moment, Qian Wumie was completely dumbfounded.
His entire Spirit Shadow was about to twist out of shape. He stared blankly at the Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow blocking him, then blankly at Sikong Jing who already held his Space Holy Key, and there wasn’t a shred left of his earlier smugness.
Finally, he muttered stupidly, "Y-you, you... you’re actually a monster-level genius with Dual Spirit Shadows."
Only now did Qian Wumie truly figure it out—Sikong Jing was precisely someone with Dual Spirit Shadows, and saying those four words "monster-level genius" did not just refer to the Central Plains.
It referred to: Canghai Wujiang!
That is to say, even placed within Canghai Wujiang, Dual Spirit Shadows were still the talent of an incomparably terrifying genius.
But the next moment, Qian Wumie suddenly reacted and stared deathly at the Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow: "No, that’s wrong. It’s one thing for you to have Dual Spirit Shadows, but how could anyone condense a demon beast Spirit Shadow? That’s impossible."
Even if it was Dual Spirit Shadows, it should be two identical Human-shaped Spirit Shadows.
At most, they’d just differ slightly in attribute power.
But since when was there such a thing as Dual Spirit Shadows, one human and one beast? This completely exceeded the understanding of an old freak like Qian Wumie.
Yet Sikong Jing’s Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow slowly said, "Haven’t you been calling me a monster all along? I am a monster."
Sikong Jing naturally wouldn’t bother explaining too much.
Hearing this, the corner of Qian Wumie’s mouth twitched violently. This was way too much of a monster.
At this time, Sikong Jing’s Body also walked over and said, "Qian Wumie, your Holy Artifact is already in my hands. You can’t use Space Transmission to escape anymore. You’ve lost your leverage to negotiate with me."
"Now hand over the method for using the Holy Artifact, and accept my enslavement, and I can spare your life."
As soon as Sikong Jing said this, Qian Wumie was stunned again...
He stared fixedly at Sikong Jing. Damn it, now he was actually being told the tables had turned, that he had to accept this kid’s enslavement?
"You’re dreaming. If your Dual Spirit Shadows hadn’t appeared so suddenly just now, there’s no way you could’ve taken my Holy Artifact."
"Your Dual Spirit Shadows can’t kill me."
"And you’re still in a hurry right now. You have to rush back to Willow Leaf City as soon as possible."
Qian Wumie roared again and again, feeling that Sikong Jing saying he wanted to enslave him was the greatest humiliation of all... There had only ever been him, Qian Wumie, enslaving others, never anyone enslaving him.
And the fact was indeed as he said: Sikong Jing’s Dual Spirit Shadows still couldn’t exterminate him. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Right now, Qian Wumie of course regretted it to the extreme.
If he’d known Sikong Jing had Dual Spirit Shadows, he should’ve used Space Transmission immediately and escaped to the center of this little Desolate Land. But how could he possibly have known that Sikong Jing would be such a monster?
Staring at Qian Wumie’s slightly trembling Spirit Shadow...
Sikong Jing spoke coolly again: "It’s true my Dual Spirit Shadows can’t wipe you out, but I still have Emperor’s Artifacts. Now that you no longer have your Holy Artifact, what are you going to use to block my Emperor’s Artifacts’ attacks?"
Saying this, Sikong Jing suddenly threw out a pile of Emperor’s Treasures from his Storage Space.
In an instant, Qian Wumie was dumbstruck again.
Previously, with a Holy Artifact in hand, ordinary Emperor’s Artifacts were naturally useless against him. He could use the Holy Artifact’s power to suppress the functions of the Emperor’s Artifacts. But now he no longer had his Holy Artifact.
However, Qian Wumie still howled madly, "Space Holy Key, get back here to me..."
He was the owner of the Space Holy Key, so of course he could try to forcibly summon it back. Even if it might not work, he had to try.
Sure enough, Sikong Jing gave a cold laugh and suppressed the Space Holy Key.
And the suppressing force came precisely from a wisp of aura from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Prison. Once he had it under control, Sikong Jing said, "If your Body were still here, I naturally wouldn’t be able to suppress your Holy Artifact. But right now you’re only a Spirit Shadow."
Although Qian Wumie was the owner of the Space Holy Key, without his Body present, his connection with the Holy Artifact was naturally very weak.
So Sikong Jing only needed a trace of Heavenly Prison power to press it down.
Then... swish swish swish!
Sikong Jing sent Emperor’s Artifacts flying one after another to surround Qian Wumie’s Spirit Shadow.
Using the power of the Emperor’s Artifacts to suppress him, he said, "Qian Wumie, are you going to hand over the method for using the Holy Artifact or not? If you don’t, you’ll be destroyed."
Buzz buzz buzz...
Qian Wumie’s entire body trembled even harder. He suddenly clenched his teeth and said, "Then we drag this out. I’ll see who can afford to drag it. You want the method for using the Holy Artifact? I just won’t give it. You absolutely don’t dare do anything to me."
In his mind, Sikong Jing absolutely had to hurry back to Willow Leaf City.
As long as he held on to the method of using the Holy Artifact and didn’t hand it over, Sikong Jing would only be able to worry himself sick.
In the end he would still have to negotiate with him...
But when Sikong Jing heard this, his expression didn’t change. "Is that so? I just learned a few punishments for Spirit Shadows. Let’s give them a try."
Just now he had asked the Fierce Beasts in the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Prison for advice on some methods and techniques to torture this sort of Spirit Shadow, so after suppressing him with the Emperor’s Artifacts, he sent the Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow charging at Qian Wumie.
Ordinary living beings could be tortured with all sorts of terrifying means to force them to give in; the same held true for Spirit Shadows.
There were terrifying presences in the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Prison, and among them were some extremely evil Fierce Beasts. Naturally, they had plenty of methods.
The next instant... "Aaaahhhh!"
Qian Wumie let out a terrifying scream.
Sikong Jing’s torture was of course effective; those were screams of heart-rending agony. But then... boom!
All of a sudden, an accident occurred.
The Spirit Shadow of Qian Wumie that was being brutally tortured suddenly exploded, making Sikong Jing’s eyes widen slightly. "Self-detonation?"
He had never expected Qian Wumie to be so ruthless, directly self-detonating his Spirit Shadow?
Yet in the very next moment, he suddenly said, "No, Qian Wumie’s Spirit Shadow isn’t dead yet."
