Return to the City: The Strongest King

Chapter 2131: Chapter 1990: What Use Is a Modest Car and White Horse? (Part 6)

Chapter 1994: Betting on Who Dies First

Mr. Zhao didn’t speak, he swung the ruler and struck in the air, the phantom behind Mr. Zhao mimicked his movements, and the ruler hit the back of the woman in green, leaving a deep groove, burning her back black, unable to heal.

The woman in green was knocked to the ground.

"Ugh, cough cough..." At this moment, Mr. Zhao suddenly coughed, covering his mouth with his hand, then opened it to find fresh blood, the Yama Dharma Body behind him, along with the black and white shadows guarding the woman in green, had all disappeared.

The woman in green was completely subdued, unable to get up from the ground, her back had caved in, and she couldn’t get up for the moment.

Mr. Zhao was not anxious, but slowly approached the woman in green, as if he hadn’t just coughed up blood.

"Alas."

Mr. Zhao shook his head and turned to Song Xiaodong and said, "Sect Leader Song, this thing, can’t be killed, can’t be destroyed, can only be restrained. Your Dragon Gate might have a solution."

Song Xiaodong nodded, walked up to the woman in green, and pulled out a long silver needle from his pocket.

Song Xiaodong carefully examined the woman in green, noticing that her previously decayed flesh and clothing were slowly regenerating, the rotten flesh gradually healing, wrinkles fading, and in no time, she reverted to her beautiful form, sobbing softly on the ground, except for the ruler scars on her back that couldn’t heal, burned black.

Song Xiaodong bent down in front of her, the woman lifted her head, tear stains evident on her face, eyes bloodshot, disheveled attire, slender shoulders, pitifully vulnerable, her large eyes filled with pity and plea, like a white fox caught in a trap, looking at the hunter with watery eyes.

The Water Observation Technique taught by Teacher Wang surfaced in Song Xiaodong’s mind again.

Mr. Zhao was carefully observing Song Xiaodong, seeing a shimmering water surface in Song Xiaodong’s consciousness, he couldn’t help but take a curious breath and nodded.

Song Xiaodong finally came back to his senses, not beguiled by the woman in green’s charm, reached out to hold the woman’s chin, holding a long silver needle in the other hand.

The woman’s gaze instantly turned vicious, staring intently at Song Xiaodong’s silver needle, trying hard to break free from the hand holding her chin.

But the ruler’s strike was too heavy, she completely lost the strength.

Song Xiaodong firmly held the woman’s chin, and adeptly drove the silver needle deep into her Baihui acupoint.

The woman didn’t let out the expected scream.

However, after the silver needle pierced her head, her body seemed like an inflatable doll deflating, emitting streams of white mist from the head, clearly visible in the moonlight, and in the desert, frost gradually formed on the silver needle.

The woman’s gaze became calm, she stood up, made a bow towards Mr. Zhao, and said, "Thank you, sir, for sparing my life."

After speaking, she leaped back, a gust of wind blew, and the Dragon Boat, along with the three thousand roaming souls watching, vanished into smoke.

"Let’s go."

The young Taoist was about to leave. freewebnoveℓ.com

"Wait."

Mr. Zhao didn’t want to leave.

"Let’s go check on Monk Benwu."

"Monk Benwu?" Song Xiaodong said puzzledly.

The young Taoist heard Song Xiaodong’s question, smiled, and asked Song Xiaodong, "How old do you think Master Benwu is?"

"Master Benwu, with his grey hair and beard, must be at least eighty." Song Xiaodong answered.

"Hahahaha..."

The young Taoist laughed. freewёbnoνel.com

"Monk Benwu is twenty-three." Mr. Zhao said expressionlessly.

"How old do you think I am?" the young Taoist asked Song Xiaodong.

"You looked sixteen just now, now you look forty."

"Hahahaha..."

The young Taoist laughed again.

"He is ninety-three."

Mr. Zhao answered for the young Taoist again.

"Let’s go."

Giving no chance for Song Xiaodong to be surprised, Mr. Zhao turned and walked towards a pile of Skull Mountain beside him.

The young Taoist, the old Taoist, Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, Chu Xianling, Zhao Ruonan, and her warriors followed behind Mr. Zhao.

The young Taoist walked beside Song Xiaodong, seeing the puzzled expression on Song Xiaodong, he said, "Monk Benwu practices Dry Zen, at twenty-three, he looks like he’s eighty."

"I practice Formless Skill, at ninety-three, I look sixteen."

"You only look sixteen." Mr. Zhao, walking ahead, said without turning his head.

"My heart is also sixteen." The young Taoist said.

"Hmph."

Mr. Zhao snorted coldly.

The young Taoist heard Mr. Zhao’s snort, rolled his eyes at Mr. Zhao, and said to Song Xiaodong, "Ignore this half-dead ghost."

"Hmm?" Song Xiaodong didn’t understand why the young Taoist called Mr. Zhao a half-dead ghost.

"Mr. Zhao practices King Yama, now his Dharma body is only half out of the ground, the lower half is still in the soil."

"Once the entire body of King Yama emerges, he will die."

The young Taoist mocked Mr. Zhao.

"You slow down aging, don’t die before me." Mr. Zhao said to the young Taoist.

"Why don’t we make a bet?" the young Taoist said to Mr. Zhao.

"Bet on who dies first?" Mr. Zhao asked coldly.

"Alright, if I die first, I’ll give you my ruler." Mr. Zhao said.

"If you die, the ruler will naturally be mine, make another offer." The young Taoist was dissatisfied.

"I’ll give you the Karmic Fire Lotus Lantern." Mr. Zhao said.

"That sounds better." The young Taoist was satisfied.

"And you?" Mr. Zhao asked the young Taoist.

"If I die, I’ll give you my Soul-Attracting Bell." the young Taoist said.

"I have the Underworld Envoy." Mr. Zhao replied.

"Dharma Sword?"

"Don’t need it."

"Seal?"

"Broken."

"If I die first, I’ll give you my Five Directions Banner." The young Taoist made a firm decision.

"Good, it’s a deal." Mr. Zhao said.

"Why don’t I just kill you now?" the young Taoist asked Mr. Zhao.

Without turning his head, Mr. Zhao said, "Your Seal is broken, how will you kill me?"

"Your Dharma body is gone, what will you use to stop me?" the young Taoist countered.

As they spoke, a group of people arrived at the largest pile of Skull Mountain.

Monk Benwu was buried under this pile of bones.

"It’s a pity for this six-foot Golden Body." Mr. Zhao sighed looking at Skull Mountain.

"Although the little monk practices Dry Zen and appears withered, his heart is still young, ready to risk his life without a second thought." The young Taoist also said.

"If it weren’t for the little monk sitting on the performer’s heart, none of you would have escaped." Mr. Zhao turned to Song Xiaodong, Chu Xianling, Sun Yiyi, and the others and said.

"Yes." Song Xiaodong lowered his head.

"The little monk’s Golden Body may seem Indestructible, but it’s hard to cultivate and easy to break, most afraid of filth, a mouthful of blood could break it." Mr. Zhao said.

"Indeed, this Sea of Corpses and Blood was precisely to restrain him." The young Taoist nodded in agreement.

"Move these things away." Mr. Zhao instructed Zhao Ruonan.

Zhao Ruonan nodded, signaled the warriors she brought to move away the pile of skulls.