Chapter 800: The Familiar Stripping Demon
Translator: Zenobys, CatatoPatch
Tens of thousands of the stick shadows bloomed in the void like flowers. With a terrifying amount of energy, they swept the ground, causing it to tremble immensely.
Countless crushed rocks were sent flying, and loud rumbles and buzzing noises resounded ceaselessly.
With slightly parted lips, Yan Cheng leaped into the sky. His eyes filled with insanity. He was covered with blood, and there was blood still dripping down his broken leg.
His anger had reached its zenith, and he now desired to destroy everything. However, right after he had leaped off the ground, dodging tens of thousands of stick shadows, he was struck by a gigantic punch.
Boom!
Chu Changsheng’s huge frame sprung up after Yan Cheng. Then, with his huge fist, he walloped the latter.
How could Yan Cheng resist this attack? Naturally, he was sent flying again.
Before Yan Cheng could steady himself, Whitey’s metal wings were furled. Its white eyes gleamed as it dashed upward, appearing in front of him in an instant.
The red-hot War God Stick was swung, hitting Yan Cheng right on the head.
Yan Cheng’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets. His vision blurred, and blood gushed out from his head, leaving him staggering.
However, he quickly got ahold of himself and screamed wildly.
A massive hand grabbed his head and shoved it into the ground, causing a crater. A second later, he was pulled up and flung away.
He did not stop screaming, even when the fiery-red War God Stickf brutally struck him once more.
Everybody went quiet at this point. They did not know what to say. As they watched Yan Cheng get kicked around like a leather ball, the corners of their lips twitched.
He was an extremely arrogant fellow, but now, he looked really pathetic.
Indeed, Yan Cheng looked pitiful now. All his guards had been slaughtered, and one of his legs was smashed and bleeding. The clothes on his body had been reduced to rags.
His face was swollen and bruised. Moreover, his heart was so heavy that he wished to cough out more blood.
At that moment, his anger was so fiery that it was bordering on insanity. It was one thing for two shameless beings to jointly attack him, but it was something completely different for both of them to aim only at his face.
Attacks should not be aimed at the face. That way, after the attacks, they would still be able to speak.
These two… Could they, at least, be more humane?!
Roar!
Yan Cheng roared loudly as he tried to open his swollen eyes.
Chu Changsheng leaped up like a wild, savage beast. The rock-hard, giant fist struck Yan Cheng’s head once more, and the latter screamed pathetically as he hurtled toward the ground.
A crash created a depression in the ground, and many huge chunks of rock were smashed.
Whitey flapped its metal wings, which then emitted flashes of cold light. A moment later, its long stick whipped around.
Yan Cheng was picked up from the crater. He was gripping the God Slaying Bow tightly, and there was blood trickling down his mouth and nose.
Whitey’s eyes glowed briefly. Then, its huge leaf-like hand grabbed Yan Cheng’s God Slaying Bow and began to pull.
Yan Cheng, who had been unconscious, woke up with a start.
“How dare you?! You filthy animal!” Yan Cheng screamed.
Whitey’s white eyes gleamed once more. It jerked its huge palm, and a loud ripping sound rang through the air.
Yan Cheng’s scream reverberated in the sky. It was as though a pig was being slaughtered. Bits of cloth rained down.
Everybody gawked at the scene. They had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Chu Changsheng came to a sudden stop. Speechless, he stared at Whitey and Yan Cheng from afar.
Yan Cheng’s swollen lips trembled. He was so angry that he had gone crazy!
This filthy animal sought to rob him of his God-Slaying Bow… Not only that, but it had f*cking stripped him too!
This is too much! Damn it!
Bang!
Whitey’s white eyes glowed. Suddenly, it grabbed Yan Cheng’s lower half.
Yan Cheng’s swollen and bruised eyes widened, looking bloodshot!
This b*stard!
Did it want to rip his underwear off after ripping off his clothes?! That is too much!
Yan Cheng’s heart bled when his thoughts shifted to his heroic reputation as the Great Commander of the Ancient Jade Holy Land. How did he end up being thrashed this badly in the Valley of Gluttony?
An iron puppet had stripped his clothes off him…
And now, even his underwear was about to be ripped. This was a fate worse than death!
His head could be chopped off, and his blood could run dry, but his pants should not be ripped off him!
Yan Cheng roared, then he loosened his grip on the God-Slaying Bow…
…just clutch his crotch.
Ptui…
Nether King Er Ha couldn’t help laughing out loud.
The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth curled upwards. Whitey’s reputation as a stripping demon fitted it perfectly.
Familiar operation, familiar taste…
Liu Jaili’s jaw had long since dropped in astonishment. There was a move like this?!
The moment Yan Cheng loosened his grip, his expression instantly changed. His eyes turned even more bloodshot.
“Nooo!” Yan Cheng screamed in panic.
However, Whitey had already taken the God Slaying Bow. Its metal wings spread open, and it speedily soared far away.
Yan Cheng wanted to give chase, but the moment he took a step forward, Chu Changsheng’s fist made contact with his head again.
Another f*cking headshot!
Blood dripped down Yan Cheng’s nostrils, and he fell to the ground.
Chu Changsheng narrowed his eyes as killing intent surged out of him with great intensity. He also landed heavily, creating a huge crater in the ground.
His big hands lowered, placing Yan Cheng’s head on the ground and began to drag him away…
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
He rained punch after punch downward!
Chu Changsheng’s muscles had bulged so much, making it seem as though he had dragons for veins. His heavy fists kept pummeling.
Yan Cheng had wiggled at first, but soon, he stopped moving entirely.
The ground had so many craters, and the cracks that riddled it were still expanding.
Gales blew by, and rocks were crushed into smaller pieces.
Everyone was so frightened, and they could not help gulping down.
A moment later…
Boom. Boom.
Chu Changsheng’s huge figure could be seen getting up. Tons of dirt and rock rolled down from his body.
Chu Changsheng’s white hair fluttered. Then, he sighed deeply.
A moment later, his body shivered before shrinking down to its normal size.
A robe flew out and covered Chu Changsheng’s good-looking, slender body. It was hard to believe that this slim body of his could swell into a three-meter-tall giant.
Meanwhile, on the ground, Yan Cheng was no longer moving. His blood had dyed the ground red.
He was dying, and only a wisp of vitality remained.
Suddenly, he moved…
Chu Changsheng stopped and turned around. He saw Yan Cheng slowly crawling out of the crater.
What?
Despite being in this condition, he had not died yet?
Chu Changsheng was surprised. Yan Cheng had received so many of his attacks, and yet he was still not dead.
The Soul Stair was blasted. How could he still be alive?
Did Yan Cheng have an obsession?
Whitey watched from a distance. Suddenly, its metal wings spread open. Its eyes gleamed as its grip on the God-Slaying bow grew stronger.
Yan Cheng shivered after he had crawled out of the crater. Blood was dripping down from his mouth, and his vitality was draining fast.
He slowly lifted his head, as though he had sensed something. He turned to look at Whitey, who was hovering far away.
His God Slaying Bow… was there.
The God Slaying Bow in Whitey’s grasp represented Yan Cheng’s glory. It could not be taken away just like that.
Whitey glanced at Yan Cheng momentarily, then it shifted its gaze to the God Slaying Bow in its grip.
Suddenly, a black hole, which resembled a wide-open mouth, appeared on the puppet’s belly, and the God Slaying Bow was shoved into it.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Cracking sounds rang out. Everyone around immediately felt the hairs on their bodies stand on end.
A God Slaying weapon… had been eaten just like that!
When Yan Cheng saw what had happened, his shivering body froze completely.
His bloodshot eyes widened even more. However, that was all he could do. In the end, the light in his eyes dimmed, leaving behind the gray color of death.
His last wisp of vitality dissipated fast.
Boom!
Yan Cheng’s body fell to the ground once more, causing dust to rise.
Finally, Yan Cheng died.
Everybody watching could finally let loose the breaths they had been holding.
Mo Liuji had already left, without anyone knowing. If he had stayed behind to see what events had unfolded, he would have vomited blood and questioned his life.
Because he had deduced that Yan Cheng would get beaten to death.
And now, Yan Cheng was indeed dead. However, he had not been beaten to death—he had been enraged to death.
It was actually anger that caused his death.
Everyone else believed that Yan Cheng had died because he was so enraged. If he had not seen Whitey eat the God Slaying Bow, perhaps he would have wiggled and shivered a little more, before being beaten to death later on.
A gust of wind blew over, raising a cloud of dust and sand.
Whitey stood still as it devoured the God Slaying Bow.
Chu Changsheng’s clothes fluttered, and his expression remained cold.
Suddenly, wisps of energy began to surge from Yan Cheng’s corpse. They coalesced into a vague shadow, which, upon its emergence, rushed into the sky.
That shadow was Yan Cheng’s.
A jade talisman had encased Yan Cheng’s soul, which was trying to flee.
As long as his soul was intact, with the array in the Ancient Jade Holy Land, Yan Cheng would still have the chance to be revived.
However…
After drifting for a short while, Yan Cheng’s soul suddenly stopped and began to shiver in fear.
Beams of light began to emanate from it. Suddenly, the soul exploded and became a golden figure.
A terrifying pressure suddenly emerged.
The aura was familiar.
It was the Holy Saint of the Ancient Jade Holy Land!
Nether King Er Ha narrowed his eyes.
Bu Fang’s eyebrows were raised.
Chu Changsheng’s white hair fluttered, and, with indifference, he slowly looked up at the golden phantom.
Just by hovering, the Holy Saint caused the void to vibrate.
“We meet again…” the Holy Saint said casually. His voice echoed everywhere, and everyone there heard him clearly.
“Destroying my clone and killing my Ancient Jade Holy Land’s Commander… Valley of Gluttony, do you want to get your name erased from the Royal Court?”
His voice reverberated throughout the sky, like the voice of an angel.
His divine prestige-like aura pressed downward, causing everyone to shudder.
This was the Holy Saint’s prestige.
He was at the Divine Spirit Realm and had already ignited the divine flame on his Divine Altar!
These sorts of beings were invincible existences, who looked down at the world from up high!
Erase the Valley of Gluttony?!
This scared everyone present. If the Valley of Gluttony were to be destroyed, they would have to flee elsewhere to seek refuge, or worse, they would end up destroyed too.
Nether King Er Ha pouted.
Bu Fang expressionlessly clasped his hands.
Chu Changsheng’s hair and clothes fluttered in the wind. He was no longer the Great Elder of the Valley of Gluttony, so he did not feel fear nor respect when faced with the so-called Holy Saint, unlike before.
He was now a waiter of the Taotie Restaurant!
He knew that as long as the Taotie Restaurant existed, the Valley of Gluttony would never be erased.
No one could destroy the Valley of Gluttony.
The Holy Saint’s golden eyes were crystal clear and emitted a pressure that could suppress everything in its sight.
As soon as he finished speaking, Flowery, who had Xiao Ya sticking close by, began to tiptoe. Her gold dress fluttered behind her as she suddenly transformed into a gigantic golden python.
As the giant golden python slithered forward, it opened its mouth, which looked big enough to swallow the Holy Saint.
The Holy Saint’s golden figure instantly turned and snorted angrily.
However, in the next moment, the gigantic golden python swallowed him in one bite.