Chapter 139: He is Fatty Two

Within the pool of blood, the crimson liquid surged and churned, a suffocating, fishy stench rushing over that instantly induced a wave of dizziness.

The old woman smiled with eerie malice, her entire form wreathed in black miasma. Moments later, she morphed into a shadowy apparition—the very same phantom of the Demon Ancestor Luohu that had appeared moments prior.

She raised her hand, and violent, ferocious murderous intent raged outward.

Seeing this, I steadied my breath, gathering my focus as the primordial energy within my body surged violently. Pushing back against the bloody hand, I gritted my teeth, formed the finger incantation for the Five Thunders Palm seal, and thrust it directly toward the center of the pool.

With a deafening crash, a spray of blood erupted, and I broke free from the liquid pool.

Immediately following.

I drew the Qingping Sword, whipped my hand backward in a reverse grip, and slashed a sword arc toward Luohu’s phantom. The phantom was severed, yet it instantly materialized in a completely different direction. It seemed to be merely an illusion rather than a residual soul.

Even stranger was that, within the span of a single breath, the pool of blood had vanished entirely. Yet, the ferocious malevolent aura here remained intensely palpable, and the Qingping Sword was still dripping with blood.

This proved beyond a doubt that the God-Killing Spear was definitely right below!

At this thought, I did not hesitate. Instantly consolidating the primordial energy within me, I harmonized my intent with the Qingping Sword. With my full strength, I brought the blade down heavily upon the ground beneath my feet.

The sword qi was staggering, and the primordial energy surging inside me was even more terrifying.

The two complemented each other. For a moment, the ground shook violently, and rubble rained down continuously from the cliffs on either side. The earth showed signs of splitting apart; a massive fissure cracked open directly in front of me, spreading rapidly. Without pausing, I swept my sword horizontally. Cross-hatching cracks instantly tore the ground apart, sending dust, rubble, and shattered bone fragments flying into the heavens.

Following that, I condensed my sword qi once more and struck down with a third blow.

This stream of sword qi penetrated deep into the subterranean depths.

When the sword qi erupted, the earth quaked violently once again. This time, I heard a distinct sound—the ringing clash of sword qi striking some sort of hard metal.

Upon hearing that sound, I knew.

The God-Killing Spear had been found!

Without delay, I immediately recalled the Qingping Sword, sheathed it, formed an incantation seal, and concentrated a fierce bolt of thunder using the Five Thunder Palm, blasting it directly into the massive pit in the ground.

The ferocious, jagged lightning hurled the shattered rocks and dirt from the pit flying in all directions.

The next moment.

A long spear, radiating a scarlet red light, was blasted upward from the underground along with the flying debris.

The entire spear was silvery in color. While ordinary spears were adorned with red tassels, the tassel of this spear was ink-black, even emanating wisps of dark aura, appearing bizarre in the extreme.

A malevolent, ferocious aura slithered all over the spear body. Because of this, the silver spear appeared as though draped in a layer of red gauze, or as if it had been soaked in fresh blood.

The weapon looked profoundly sinister and evil.

The more it appeared this way, the more certain I was that this had to be the God-Killing Spear!

Now that the God-Killing Spear was located, I did not hesitate. Vaulting into the air, I lunged forward and grabbed the spear with both hands.

However.

The moment my palm touched the God-Killing Spear, my entire hand instantly stuck fast to it. At the same time, the blood in my right arm surged at an accelerated rate, carrying my life force as it was frantically sucked from my right palm straight into the interior of the God-Killing Spear.

Oh no!

If this continued, my life force would be entirely drained and I would die before I could even bring the God-Killing Spear out.

Therefore, my left hand immediately formed an incantation, single-handedly conjuring the Five Thunders Palm seal, and struck the God-Killing Spear. Simultaneously, I sealed the meridians in my right arm, which barely allowed me to wrench my right hand free.

My entire right arm throbbed with a sore, aching numbness.

Stopping in my tracks, I panted heavily. I looked down to see my right hand covered entirely in blood. It was as though the God-Killing Spear possessed countless blood-sucking leeches; it was simply untouchable.

Then, releasing the seal on my right arm's meridians, I stared at the God-Killing Spear, genuinely at a loss for what to do next. This thing could not be touched, and the time remaining to me was surely running out. If Eryang were to come and obtain the God-Killing Spear, he would undoubtedly pass the point of no return.

The formidable power of the God-Killing Spear stemmed from the malevolent and murderous aura gathered during the ancient war between the Wu and Demon clans. If I wanted to take it away, there was only one way: suppress the ferocious aura residing within the God-Killing Spear.

I glanced at the Qingping Sword in my hand.

Right now, it seemed I could only rely on it.

At this thought, I drew the Qingping Sword in one swift motion.

At this moment, the Qingping Sword in my hand seemed to have completely absorbed all the malevolent aura it had previously inhaled. The blade returned to its original azure hue, with only the edge retaining a faint reddish tint. Sensing the sword's intent, I discovered that the three distinct energies within the Qingping Sword had achieved a basic equilibrium.

To deal with the Demon Palace Master, one needed to counter malevolence with malevolence; to deal with the God-Killing Spear, however, required a different kind of energy to suppress the fierce aura on the spear.

The three ferocious energies—malevolence, killing intent, and tyranny—could mutually restrain and balance one another.

This was the nature of the Qingping Sword.

Therefore, regardless of the energy, as long as it was strong enough, it could suppress the others. When a certain energy became sufficiently powerful, it would assume a dominant role, while the other two energies would become auxiliary, bolstering its momentum.

I understood the sword's intent, and the sword's intent understood my heart.

With that thought, an immediate transformation occurred within the Qingping Sword.

The tyranny of the Qingping Sword surged wildly in an instant. At the same time, the sword continued to absorb the ferocious malevolent aura permeating the abyss.

Once the malevolent aura entered the sword, because tyranny took the lead, the malevolent aura immediately assisted the tyranny, assimilating into it and further fueling its dominance.

Thus, a few minutes later.

The edge of the Qingping Sword was no longer blood-red, but a deep, vibrant purple.

Purple sword radiance coiled around the Qingping Sword, illuminating the entire abyss in a deep, majestic violet. Under the illumination of this purple radiance, the God-Killing Spear gradually lost its razor-sharp edge. Although the God-Killing Spear was immensely powerful, lacking a master to wield it, it could not contend with the sword intent of the Qingping Sword.

The God-Killing Spear, which had been suspended mid-air, lost its sharp edge and dropped to the ground.

I walked forward and picked up the God-Killing Spear.

The spear was several times heavier than the Qingping Sword, and its metallic body was icy cold.

Once I acquired this item, I had to leave this place as quickly as possible. Wasting not even a moment, I leaped into the air and traced my way back up along the cliff to where Xiaojia and Shancha were waiting.

However.

Whether it was the tyranny on the Qingping Sword or the malevolent aura on the God-Killing Spear, neither allowed the two of them to get close. They walked ahead while I brought up the rear, exiting the demon palace.

As I walked, I kept pondering: how on earth should I dispose of this God-Killing Spear?

No matter where it was hidden, it could never truly be concealed. Because the terrifying malevolent aura of the God-Killing Spear would inevitably turn that region into a wasteland and plague the living beings there. If Eryang wanted to find it, he could easily track it down.

I even wondered.

Was there some method to destroy the God-Killing Spear entirely?

Yet, upon careful reflection, it seemed utterly impossible. If this thing could truly be destroyed, why hadn't the Heavenly Dao destroyed the spear after using it to wipe out the Phoenix Clan? As long as this spear existed, the Demon Clan might one day produce another Demon Ancestor, and when that day came, the resurgence of the demons would plunge the world into bloodshed and misery.

The Heavenly Dao would certainly have considered this; the reason it was left intact was simply because they lacked the ability to destroy the God-Killing Spear. Much like the Demon Ancestor Luohu, it wasn't that they didn't want to execute him directly, but rather that they simply could not kill him. They had no choice but to seal him away using the Four Immortal-Slaughtering Swords and slowly refine him into ashes over millennia.

The God-Killing Spear was truly difficult to resolve; in my hands, it was like a hot potato. If I didn't suppress it with the Qingping Sword, it could injure people at any moment.

When I stepped out from beneath the subterranean depths of the demon palace.

A figure was standing inside the main hall of the Wutong Demon Palace. He stood with his back to me, clad in black robes, his figure robust and imposing. However, the malevolent aura radiating from his body felt somewhat unfamiliar to me.

I hadn't expected Eryang to have already arrived!

I halted my steps.

At that moment, Eryang turned around and looked in my direction.

"Lin Yi, hand over the God-Killing Spear!"

His tone was casual, yet his voice was icy cold.

Viewed in this light, my deductions had been entirely correct. Eryang was indeed the person chosen by the Demon Ancestor Luohu, and his arrival here was unquestionably for the God-Killing Spear.

"I will not give it to you!" I replied.

However, Eryang let out a cold laugh and said, "Lin Yi, I've told you before, my affairs are none of your concern. The God-Killing Spear is a divine weapon of my Demon Clan; if you do not put it down, don't blame me for being uncourteous!"

"Eryang, you still have a chance to turn back!" I urged.

"Since it has come to this, there is nothing more for us to say." Finished speaking, the malevolent aura enveloping Eryang's entire body flooded the entire grand hall, making the Wutong Demon Palace itself seem to tremble.

"Xiaojia, Shancha, hurry up and leave the demon palace!" I called out. Eryang's strength was vastly superior to when I had last seen him.

"Who is he?"

Shancha asked, while Xiaojia also gazed at me.

"Shancha, Xiaojia, this is my own affair, get out of here quickly!" Yet, the two of them showed no intention of leaving. Shancha declared, "Do you take me, Shancha, for someone who clings to life and fears death?"

Xiaojia was likewise unready to depart. Formulating a finger incantation, twin flames flickered to life in the palms of her hands.

Holding both the Qingping Sword and the God-Killing Spear, these two items could not be separated right now, and naturally I couldn't use the Qingping Sword to fight Eryang. Consequently, I thrust both the Qingping Sword and the God-Killing Spear deeply into the wall behind me.

"Fine! Watch over the God-Killing Spear, I will hold him off!" I said.

By this time, Eryang had already lunged toward me, throwing a winding, rotating punch. I met his strike with a fist of my own. As our fists collided, a deep rumble echoed. I stared fixedly into his eyes, and he stared back into mine. Deep within his gaze, I caught a flicker of reluctance, and thus I knew: he had not yet fully become a demon; he was still Eryang.