Free Web NovelChapter 32: Chapter 27: Man Proposes, Heaven Disposes
Just as the two were fighting the two Spirit Corpses with all their might, the stunning woman shot a hateful glare at Shen Lang, who had already walked ahead, only to suddenly freeze.
She watched as the Ghost-faced Man, blade in hand, reached the area where a pile of bodies lay scattered haphazardly.
He, who had been strolling as casually as if he were in his own backyard, suddenly erupted with a powerful aura. The long blade in his hand flared with brilliant electricity as he viciously slashed down at one of the corpses on the ground!
’What is he doing...?’ Both the stunning woman and Uncle Zhou were taken aback.
CLANG!
The long blade seemed to have struck something indestructible, sending sparks flying everywhere!
ROAR!
A soul-shaking roar, like that of an Ancient Fierce Beast, erupted from the corpse, making everyone’s face drain of color in terror.
At the same time, a massive tail shot out from the ground, whipping violently toward Shen Lang like a bolt of lightning!
The sound of the air cracking made everyone freeze for a moment.
Shen Lang was quick to react. He snapped his long blade upright to block in front of him just as the long tail instantly slammed against its flat.
SPURT! A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips as Shen Lang was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string!
At that very moment, the corpse on the ground slowly rose to its feet. With a series of sharp, ripping sounds, spikes erupted all over its body.
"GYAHAHAHA..." The Demon Corpse let out a bizarre, eardrum-piercing laugh, its hollow eyes locking onto the stunning woman and Uncle Zhou!
"An Iron Corpse..." The stunning woman and Uncle Zhou’s faces instantly went deathly pale.
’So he’d already discovered there was a more powerful Iron Corpse hidden here. I completely misjudged him...’
Everyone present finally understood what Shen Lang had said earlier. There truly was no escape...
They were already in a desperate situation. Even Uncle Zhou’s plan was simply to stall for as much time as possible; there was no better option.
But to think that there was an even more powerful Iron Corpse hidden here!
This Iron Corpse was a Level higher than a Spirit Corpse!
An Iron Corpse was something that even an expert of the Spirit Martial Realm would go out of their way to avoid!
Even Uncle Zhou was only at the Peak of the Qi Martial Realm. The gap between them wasn’t just a few minor stages; it was an entire major Realm! How could they possibly fight this?
’I was too careless. Am I, Shui Qingwu, really going to die in a place like this? If I hadn’t been so stubborn, sneaking out with them without bringing a stronger expert, they wouldn’t have to die here with me...’
’And that Ghost-faced Man... judging by his voice, he can’t be very old, and his Cultivation is quite strong. To think he would die in a place like this because of me... And I don’t even know his name...’
As Shui Qingwu watched the Iron Corpse ahead begin to shamble toward them, her heart was thrown into turmoil.
But then, something even more shocking occurred. Just as despair began to set in for Shui Qingwu and the others, they saw another corpse among the bodies rise to its feet. Just like the first one, it let out the same bizarre "GYAHAHAHA" cackle!
"Uncle Zhou, use the Flying Spiritual Artifact and get the Young Miss out of here! We’ll..." Cai Ying and the others, who were determined to stay behind, were swaying on their feet, their voices weak and strained.
At that very moment, a Demon Corpse took advantage of Cai Ying’s despair to lunge forward. Its massive hand, dripping with green venom and tipped with nails as sharp as blades, clawed viciously at her.
If those nails so much as scratched her skin, the already-poisoned Cai Ying would face certain death!
"Cai Ying, get out of the way!" Shui Qingwu screamed.
Cai Ying was in mortal danger. The two young men near her could barely protect themselves, while Shui Qingwu and Uncle Zhou were unable to break away. Even if they could, it was too late to reach her in time.
Just then, a figure suddenly shot out from the underbrush, vaulted into the air, kicked off two large trees in quick succession, and launched himself skyward.
While still airborne, his long blade crackled with electricity, and he brought it down in a powerful mid-air slash!
"Thunder Prison Blade Technique!"
A blinding arc of light flared in the dim night. The five-meter-long flash of the blade instantly severed the deadly hand reaching for Cai Ying!
Before he even landed, he executed the same Blade Technique, unleashing two more slashes in mid-air that instantly cleared the area around Cai Ying and the other two young men.
Without exception, every Demon Corpse near the trio was sliced in two by the incomparably sharp arc of his blade!
"It’s the young fellow, he’s not dead!" Uncle Zhou was overjoyed, laughing heartily. "Hahaha, friend from the Profound Dao Sect, my deepest thanks! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a young hero like you. Today, I’ll face the enemy with you. Let’s have a good slaughter!"
"Slaughter my ass! Can you even beat those two back there?" Shen Lang’s one sentence made Uncle Zhou choke so hard he almost coughed up blood.
Uncle Zhou’s old face flushed red. He forced back the Spirit Corpse before him with his Giant Axe and asked urgently, "Then what do we do? Young fellow, do you have a plan?"
"Of course!" Shen Lang called out, having landed beside Cai Ying and the other two.
He then turned to look at the brocade-robed youth and said, "Do you have any Spirit Stones? Give me some."
The young man froze, suspicious but too stunned by Shen Lang’s power to say anything. He simply took out a bag of Spirit Stones and handed it over. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Uncle, you and the lady, move back!" Shen Lang roared. Stomping his right foot on the ground, he leaped into the air, clamping the Celestial Water Blade between his teeth. Then, with impossibly fast hands, he began flinging Spirit Stones toward the area behind the Demon Corpse horde.
’That move... was so cool...’ The thought surfaced inexplicably in Shui Qingwu’s mind, causing her to almost lose focus and be wounded by a Spirit Corpse.
The three who had just narrowly escaped death were staring at Shen Lang with gratitude, but they froze, not understanding what he was doing.
’Does he think he can kill the Iron Corpses by throwing Spirit Stones at them?’
’He can’t be serious, right?’
If Shen Lang hadn’t just saved them, the two young men probably would have been unable to resist making sarcastic remarks again.
A series of "THUNK THUNK THUNK" sounds rang out. In just a few moments in the air, Shen Lang had thrown over a dozen Spirit Stones, each one embedding itself deep in the ground as if taking root.
The moment Shen Lang landed, everyone felt the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy suddenly roil with chaos. Faint ripples materialized in the air ahead, and the two Iron Corpses and two Spirit Corpses suddenly began blundering about like headless flies!
"An Array! He actually understands Arrays! He trapped the Spirit Corpses and Iron Corpses in an Illusion Array just by tossing a few Spirit Stones!" Both Shui Qingwu and Uncle Zhou were astounded.
It wasn’t completely shocking for someone his age to know about Arrays, but setting one up usually required a considerable amount of time. To create an Illusion Array just by leaping into the air and tossing a few Spirit Stones was simply unheard of!
After all, the setup and activation of an Array were extremely complex and troublesome processes.
Many powerful Arrays required multiple people working in concert to set up and activate. Some even needed dedicated personnel stationed at each array eye to control them during activation.
"Excellent!" A pair of wings suddenly unfurled from Uncle Zhou’s back. He shot into the air and landed swiftly beside Shen Lang.
With a single sweep of his Giant Axe, he blasted a large number of Demon Corpses away.
This large horde of Demon Corpses did indeed seem to be under the control of the Spirit Corpses and Iron Corpses. Once their masters were trapped in the Illusion Array, the Demon Corpses stopped attacking Shui Qingwu’s group. Instead, they began wandering about the field, shrieking bizarrely and falling into disarray.
Shui Qingwu glanced at Shen Lang in shock, panting as she said, "Thank you, sir. If it weren’t for you, we would have..."
Shen Lang smiled faintly. "Don’t celebrate too early. Let’s work together and eliminate these minions first. Then we’ll have the others use Divine Movement Talismans to escape. My Illusion Array can only hold those Demon Beasts for about three minutes!"
"Three minutes?" Uncle Zhou exclaimed in surprise.
However, he now had complete faith in Shen Lang. Without a second thought, he nodded firmly and joined Shen Lang and Shui Qingwu in attacking, wiping out a large swath of Demon Corpses.
Once the number of Demon Corpses had been significantly reduced, revealing a large opening, Shen Lang strode forward without a word and slapped two Divine Movement Talismans onto the legs of Cai Ying and the black-clothed young man. He muttered a short Spell, then pointed a finger at the talismans on their legs!
"Go!"
Before the two could even react, a white light flashed, and they shot through the opening at lightning speed.
"Uh, hey, can’t we all run together?" the brocade-robed youth asked, a chill running down his spine as he watched the Demon Corpse horde closing in again. He thought Shen Lang had deliberately left him behind as payback for his earlier mockery. freewebnovel.cσ๓
Shui Qingwu quickly moved to their side and said, "We can’t. The Spirit Corpses might be manageable, but the Iron Corpses are incredibly fast. They could catch up to someone using a standard Divine Movement Talisman in no time. Besides, these Demon Corpses are a plague upon the common people. Since we’ve found them, we should enact justice for the heavens and eliminate them all."
"Enact justice for the heavens?" Shen Lang was so exasperated he almost passed out.
"I..." Seeing Shen Lang glaring at her, Shui Qingwu blushed and said, "I know I’m not strong enough, but you are! You’re so composed right now, you must have a way to deal with those Demon Corpses, right?"
"Is it a crime to be composed? It’s not that I don’t have a plan..." Shen Lang unhurriedly took out the Giant Potion he had successfully concocted not long ago.
He then handed it to Uncle Zhou. "This is a Giant Potion. Uncle Zhou, drink it. Once your strength has surged, you can just go and cut down those Spirit Corpses and Iron Corpses. The rest of us won’t even have to lift a finger. Good thing I planned for this. *Sigh*. Am I paying a debt to you from a past life or something?"
Hearing that last sentence, Shui Qingwu’s face inexplicably reddened, and she turned away slightly, not daring to look at him.
But to everyone’s surprise, after Shen Lang said this, Uncle Zhou became awkward and hesitantly refused to take the Giant Potion.
"Don’t tell me you think this is poison? Fine, take it or leave it. If you don’t drink it, you can figure this out on your own!" Shen Lang said, moving to put the Giant Potion away.
"That’s not it..." Shui Qingwu said, biting her lip. "I’m afraid Uncle Zhou can’t drink a Giant Potion right now."
"Why not? His Cultivation is the highest here. If he drinks it, killing a few Iron Corpses won’t be too difficult. If he doesn’t, then you tell me how we’re supposed to escape! Do you have a spare Flying Spiritual Artifact?" Shen Lang raged.
Shui Qingwu lowered her head, not quite daring to look at him. "Because I was being foolish," she said softly, "Uncle Zhou already took a Barbaric Strength Pill over two months ago. If he takes the Giant Potion now..."
"Barbaric Strength Pill..." Shen Lang finally understood what was going on.
The Barbaric Strength Pill was similar in nature to the Giant Potion. Both could grant a massive surge of power for a short time, allowing a Martial Artist to temporarily multiply their strength several times over, or even raise their Cultivation by a full tier.
The only difference was that the Barbaric Strength Pill’s effects were weaker than the Giant Potion’s, and its after-effects were far more severe.
But the key point now was not the severity of the Barbaric Strength Pill’s after-effects, but that a typical Martial Artist cannot take this kind of pill or Potion twice within a three-month period!
Having taken a Barbaric Strength Pill just over two months ago, if he took a Giant Potion now, it was highly likely that the Martial Artist’s Cultivation would be completely destroyed within days, turning him into a cripple!
The physique of a Human Race Martial Artist simply could not withstand the ravages of such potions multiple times in a short period. It was that simple.
"Man’s schemes are no match for heaven’s decree. How unlucky can I get to run into something like this..." Shen Lang let out a long sigh.
"Then... what do we do now?" Shui Qingwu’s face grew even redder as she looked at Shen Lang timidly.
