chsdbacks Chapter 42 Xiao Zizai VS Zhao Guizhen
Chapter 42 Xiao Zizai VS Zhao Guizhen
"Oh? You didn't give it to me then, but it's not too late to give it to me now."
A faint voice suddenly rang out from deep within the woods.
Zhao Guizhen was so startled that he sprang up from the rock, flicked his whisk, and shouted sternly:
"Who's there?! Show yourself!"
rustling......
The footsteps were very light and slow.
A tall, slender figure emerged from the shadows.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves.
It illuminated the gold-rimmed glasses and the pair of eyes behind the lenses that shimmered with red light.
"Good evening, Taoist priest."
Xiao Zizai held a string of Buddhist prayer beads in one hand, his other hand in his pocket, looking like a lost tourist.
"This place is nice, the feng shui is good, and it's quiet."
"It's... a good place for a ritual to help the deceased pass on."
Zhao Guizhen looked at Xiao Zizai, and the fear in his heart reached its peak at this moment.
But this quickly turned into hysterical anger:
"Hey Xiao! Don't be so arrogant! This is Biyou Village! I'm a top-tier cultivator!"
"If you dare touch me, the cult leader will not let you get away with it!"
"The cult leader?"
Xiao Zizai smiled, a smile that was both shy and cruel:
Do you think your cult leader still has time to care about you?
"He's having tea with my elder family member."
"and......"
Xiao Zizai took a step forward, and the Qi in his body began to flow slowly.
That was pure Shaolin novice training, yet it was mixed with a strong stench of blood:
I came to see you because you are sick.
"You're carrying the weight of seven lives on your shoulders, the resentment of seven children suffocating you, isn't it?"
"As a doctor... I have an obligation to treat you."
"You...you found out???"
Zhao Guizhen's pupils shrank sharply. His biggest secret had been exposed, and he panicked completely.
"Now that you know... then you can't be allowed to live!"
boom!
A dark red, malevolent aura erupted from Zhao Guizhen's body.
Seven hideous ghost faces loomed behind him, emitting mournful howls.
Since we've been exposed, let's kill them to silence them!
"Go to hell!!"
Zhao Guizhen brandished his magic sword, unleashing a torrent of murderous intent as he charged straight at Xiao Zizai.
Faced with this terrifying attack, Xiao Zizai did not dodge.
He simply stood there, taking a deep breath of the menacing air, a look of ecstasy on his face.
"This is the taste..."
"Although it's an evil spell, this kind of corrupted soul..."
"It really is the best appetizer."
"Great compassion... hand."
Xiao Zizai raised his palm.
A flash of golden light appeared.
On the treetops in the distance.
Wang Zhenqiu swung his legs, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, watching the battle below and muttering to himself:
"Tsk tsk, Brother Xiao must be starving. Hopefully that Taoist priest can last a while, or he'll be ruined in no time."
"Otherwise, tonight's show won't be worth watching."
......
"boom!!"
The two waves of energy, red and black, collided violently in the air.
The strong wind it generated shredded all the surrounding withered branches and leaves.
Zhao Guizhen was sent flying more than ten meters backward, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground before he finally came to a stop.
His chest heaved violently, and the magic sword in his hand let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
"What...what kind of monster is this???"
Zhao Guizhen stared ahead in horror.
As the smoke cleared, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses remained standing in the same spot, without taking a single step back.
His pristine white shirt was completely wrinkle-free, but the red light in his eyes behind his glasses shone even more eerily.
"Taoist Master, your qi is disordered."
Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, his tone as calm as if he were taking a patient's pulse:
"Is it because of fear?"
"That shouldn't be the case. The power provided by those seven little things inside you is so immense, you should be more confident."
"Shut up!!"
Zhao Guizhen, whose sore spot had been hit, became furious and embarrassed.
He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the magic sword.
"I don't believe you're made of iron!"
"Seven Fiends Gather, Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night!"
With a mournful roar, the seven ghostly faces behind Zhao Guizhen seemed to come alive.
Those were the twisted, pained faces of seven children, created by evil magic. Now they had transformed into seven jet-black malevolent energies, like seven black snakes, biting at Xiao Zizai from all directions with piercing howls!
This attack targets not only the body, but also the soul.
If an ordinary person with supernatural abilities is even slightly exposed to it, their mind will be instantly overwhelmed by the resentment, and they will go insane.
On a distant treetop, Wang Zhenqiu, who was watching the battle, frowned:
"Tsk, this old bastard is playing dirty tricks... If Brother Xiao were to take on this level of resentment head-on, he'd probably suffer a loss."
However, faced with this overwhelming vengeance...
Xiao Zizai did not dodge.
Instead, he opened his arms as if to embrace the overwhelming darkness.
"Good...very good."
Xiao Zizai took a deep breath, a look of near ecstasy on his face:
"That's the sound of crying."
"Despair, pain, helplessness... Master, you've marinated them perfectly."
"only......"
Xiao Zizai changed the subject abruptly, his hands instantly forming a hand seal.
A solemn, vast, yet chillingly murderous golden Buddhist light suddenly erupted from his body!
"This is a sacred Buddhist site; it cannot tolerate your noise."
"Great Compassion and Mercy - The Flower-Picking Finger Technique!"
Xiao Zizai's fingers deftly tapped seven times in the air.
Each time a finger strike is made, a highly refined finger force bursts through the air.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Those seven menacing black demons were precisely intercepted in mid-air and dissipated!
Strangely, Xiao Zizai did not shatter the vengeful spirits, but instead used an extremely subtle and gentle force to "bounce" them away.
"What???" Zhao Guizhen's pupils shrank suddenly.
He could sense that the other party was holding back!
It's not about showing mercy to him, but about showing mercy to the vengeful spirits he controls!
"Master, the ingredients are innocent."
Xiao Zizai approached step by step, the withered leaves beneath his feet rustling, each step seeming to pound on Zhao Guizhen's heartbeat.
"The cook is guilty."
"You think I'll hesitate to act against you, using these seven innocent souls as a shield?"
"Innocent."
Xiao Zizai's figure suddenly disappeared.
The next second, he appeared directly in front of Zhao Guizhen, less than half a meter away!
The overwhelming stench of blood almost suffocated Zhao Guizhen.
"Get out of here!!"
In his panic, Zhao Guizhen swung out a palm strike, lightning crackling in his palm.
Shangqing School Thunder Magic!
Was he originally a disciple of the Shangqing School?
"Smack."
Xiao Zizai caught the palm strike with one hand.
Lightning exploded in his palm, scorching his skin and emitting a wisp of black smoke.
But he didn't even flinch; instead, he gripped Zhao Guizhen's wrist tightly, with a force so great it seemed he could crush bones.
"Shangqing Thunder Magic?"
Xiao Zizai looked at Zhao Guizhen, his eyes filled with disappointment and mockery:
"The methods of reputable sects, when used in your hands, how come they are so... weak and powerless?"
"Is it because you feel guilty?"
"Let go! Let go of me!!"
Zhao Guizhen struggled desperately, trying to pull out the spare magic weapon from his waist with his other hand.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound.
Xiao Zizai broke Zhao Guizhen's right wrist without any expression.
"ah!!!!"
Screams echoed through the woods.