sovbooks Chapter 142 Killing Six Thieves with a Stick
Chapter 142 Killing Six Thieves with a Stick
A figure dressed in a red and white Taoist robe emerged from the firelight. His face, which resembled Lü Qian's, now possessed a more dignified and composed air. It was none other than Lü Qian's Three Corpse Taoist.
He raised his hand and summoned the Samadhi True Fire surging around him, which transformed into a white ribbon and instantly condensed into a red and white long staff.
The staff is straight and about seven feet long, with reddish-white Taoist patterns formed by Samadhi Fire flowing on it, resembling a lifelike fire dragon coiling and swimming on the staff.
"call--"
The Three Corpse Taoist gripped the center of the long staff with his right hand, and with a flick of his wrist, a streak of crimson and white flames drew a dazzling line in the void, like a brilliant firework.
The long staff, formed from the Samadhi True Fire, seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Every movement it made stirred up towering flames, and a fierce gale swept out in all directions as it was swung.
The long staff danced in the air, its front and back ends reversed. The Three Corpse Taoist held the staff by his elbows and tucked it into his waistband. With a flick of his wrist, the staff pointed at the six people opposite him. Daoist patterns flowed with the movement of the staff, and the dragons on the staff bared their fangs and claws towards the six people.
"Today I'll beat you all to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Three Corpse Taoist brandished his staff, one end of which pierced the ground, and his body leaped high into the air with the force.
Upon reaching the high sky, the Three Corpse Taoist dragged his long staff behind him and slammed it down violently. The momentum was like a thousand pounds clearing the jade sky, and the rivers and seas opening up with one force. The red and white Samadhi True Fire, illuminated by the silvery moonlight, drew a bright moon of flame in the void.
"Hey, you monster, prepare to die!"
The scorching heat, along with the bright moon high in the sky, swept across the ground, evaporating and nearly dissipating the dark demonic flames surrounding the six thieves.
The loud shout was like a thunderous drum suddenly booming out. As the long staff swept down, endless pressure came from the sky, causing the dust that was originally floating on the ground to fall back to the ground.
The raging flames and the heavy staff crashed down on three of the six thieves: Eyes See Joy, Ears Hear Anger, and Nose Smell Love.
The dazzling white Samadhi True Fire condensed into a reddish-white fire cloud in the void as the staff moved, and was then violently smashed down by the staff.
Although the bright white fire cloud was illusory, it seemed to be imbued with the weight of the long staff sweeping in all directions, and like a boulder falling, it extinguished the dark demonic flames on the three of them.
"boom!"
With a deafening roar, the fiery cloud landed and transformed into a cascading river of flames, sweeping in all directions and cleansing everything around it.
"what!"
The three—Eyes See Joy, Ears Hear Anger, and Nose Smell Love—stood in a row, with the two behind placing their hands on the one in front. The surging black energy continuously gathered in the hands of Eyes See Joy at the very front.
He looked at the fiery clouds high in the sky, and black energy condensed in his hand, transforming into a giant hand three zhang in size that supported the sky, blocking the raging fire clouds. However, the scorching heat wave baked the three people in the black mist, as if a sea of fire had descended.
The three dared not relax for a moment, changing formations to resist the raging Samadhi True Fire around them.
"Take this!"
The flaming staff was hurled from high above by the Three Corpse Taoist, who spun around and threw it with immense force, sending it flying like a dazzling meteor crashing down to the ground.
The long staff spun and danced, with crimson and white fire dragons spewing flames from its body, transforming the staff into a wheel of fire.
The fiery wheel spun through the void and crashed down on the three of them, as if the world had turned upside down, its immense force aimed at the leader, Yan Jianxi.
"puff!"
Blood splattered across the sky, the bright red blood boiling as soon as it emerged from the surging flames, like molten iron falling to the ground, making it sizzle.
As Yan Jianxi was sent flying by the long staff, the fierce wind forced the other two back, and the bright white Samadhi True Fire then landed on Yan Jianxi, burning away a cloud of black mist.
The long staff was stuck diagonally into the ground, and red and white flames blazed out from its body. The Three Corpse Taoist descended from the void, stepping on the raised end of the staff, and looked down from above.
"Cough cough..."
Seeing happy fall to the ground, blood gushing from his seven orifices, as if he were dead, but as the black mist swirled among the three, his life force seemed like a flame in the wind, weak but not yet extinguished, and even gradually regaining its light.
The auras of Ears of Anger and Nose of Love subsided, but as the black mist swirled, they charged toward the Three Corpse Taoist once more.
"So what if they're all one team? Take another hit from me!"
The Three Corpse Taoist was not surprised. He spun around, kicked the top of the staff with his right foot, and kicked the staff stuck in the ground. He then grabbed the bottom of the staff with his right hand and swung it at the two of them.
"Bang!"
The crimson and white shadows of the staff danced and flashed in the air, making the two who rushed up struggle to defend themselves. The shadows of the staff, wrapped in Samadhi True Fire, would strike the two from time to time, causing their blood to gush out and their bones to shatter.
As the black mist gradually dissipated, the recovery of their injuries also slowed down.
The surging black mist propelled the two men forward tirelessly. Their faces were contorted with rage, and they used both hands and feet, clumsily fighting against the agile staff shadows while each man carried the strength of six others.
The Three Corpse Taoist wielded his staff with both hands, his movements graceful and free. The long staff in his hands was like a serpent or a steel pillar, with various staff techniques that were unpredictable. He would swing, thrust, lift, or smash, his moves as smooth as flowing water or as steady as a mountain, constantly pressing the two men backward.
"Hehe, give me a refund!"
The Three Corpse Taoist swung his long staff, forcing the two back. He laughed and called out loudly to those behind him, "Fellow Daoist, how's it going with you? These three aren't enough to play with, not enough!"
His playful voice traveled through the waves of fire and the magnificent golden light to reach Lü Qian's battlefield.
"Soon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light streaked across the void, as if splitting the darkness of the forest like the creation of the world.
"Sword rise!"
Lu Qian held a wooden sword, its blade shimmering with golden light. A vast sword aura emanated from the sword as it was swung, ruffling the hair on Lu Qian's forehead.
He wielded a sword in one hand and a fist in the other, engaging in a fierce battle with the three—Tongue-Tasting Thought, Opinion-Desire, and Body-Worry—while the surging waves unleashed a tremendous force.
Like the Milky Way bursting its gates, the surging force transformed into layers of rushing waves that swept towards the three of them. The golden sword light followed closely behind, merging into the waves like a swimming fish, and rushed towards the three of them.
"Hold on..."
The three, enveloped in ever-dissipating black mist, faced the crashing waves, struggling to dodge the golden swordfish within them. The force of their punches and kicks was worn away by the waves, while the sword light, ever-changing, constantly slashed across their bodies.
"what!"
The three felt like they were the prey being worn down in the water, and the connection between the six was gradually eroded as the black mist dissipated.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Lu Qian rode the waves, his wooden sword deftly displaying thirteen sword techniques, some pointing, some thrusting, some slashing, some sweeping, some pulling, some drawing...
His robes fluttered, and he moved gracefully among the three men, his golden sword flashing amidst the four, constantly slashing away at the surging black mist.
The battlefield in the forest seemed to be divided into two worlds. On one side, crimson and white flames soared into the sky and fiery clouds fell to the ground, while on the other side, golden light shone and waves surged. The shadows of staffs and the light of swords occasionally streaked across the sky, vying with the silver moon in the sky for brilliance.
As the six thieves were gradually worn down, their fearless charge slowed down, and the black mist on both sides seemed like candles flickering in the wind, as if they would be extinguished at any moment.
"This strike is the final punishment for you!"
"This sword will annihilate you all!"
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Chapter One! One more chapter to go!
The author wasn't in a good mood today; there wasn't enough "fuel" (excitement/material). Afraid of not being able to write a sufficiently exciting scene, I deleted and revised repeatedly...
The big update will be postponed for now; I need to go replenish my energy and flammable materials.