69novels Chapter 31 Big Head Calls You Dad
Chapter 31 Big Head Calls You Dad
Inside the Wu family courtyard.
Facing the menacing Zhao Yan, Da Tou felt his scalp tingle.
Damn, you just escaped from home, and your debut battle is going to be a supernatural one?
My father probably wasn't as awesome as I was back then.
Should I call him "Dad"?
"I'll say it again."
Zhao Yan spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it pierced everyone's ears like a nail:
"I will only kill the three members of the Sanzhen Sect; the rest may leave."
He stared intently at Big Head, his gaze sharp as a knife, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance."
Zhao Yan knew very well that as long as he got rid of this only variable, killing the rest of the people would be a piece of cake.
Big Head's heart pounded wildly; the sense of crisis almost stung his skin, and sweat streamed down his face beneath the mask.
"What do you think, young man?"
Looking at Hai Shan, who stubbornly stood in his way, Zhao Yan sighed, his tone carrying a hint of genuine regret:
"I have no intention of becoming enemies with your sect."
Big Head was silent for a moment.
What he said seemed to make sense.
but--
No!
Da Tou glanced at Ma Chao and the others beside him.
If I were to watch my fellow cultivators die at the hands of the Nirvana Corpse, I, Haishan, would regret it.
Hai Shan gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and stood steadily in front of Ma Chao and the others.
Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes, the last trace of warmth in them completely vanishing:
"It seems you intend to oppose me to the very end?"
Why is that?
Hai Shan raised his head, his voice from beneath the mask serious:
"Because you were mean to me."
The unexpected answer completely stunned Zhao Yan.
He shook his head and chuckled, his eyes filled with admiration, yet also with regret.
"If this were a thousand years ago, I would have made sure that my disciples got to know a young talent like you."
Big Head shook his head seriously:
"A thousand years ago, Big Head's ancestors hadn't even been born yet."
"Let's talk about the present."
The handsome young man's voice was full of earnestness:
"If Big Head calls you 'Daddy,' how about I give you one hand?"
Zhao Yan: ? ? ?
Why do I feel like you're the one who's a true successor of the Three Truths?
Zhao Yan sighed, his eyes suddenly turning cold.
"However, please die here, young man!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yan's figure almost transformed into a streak of light.
They charged straight at Ma Chao and his men with lightning speed!
The murderous aura, now solidified, pressed down like a tidal wave once more. Everyone felt as if they were being bound by a giant python, their bodies sinking into an icy pool, unable to move an inch.
Damn!
Hai Shan bit down hard with the tip of his tongue, and a sharp pain shot through his body like an electric current, forcibly taking back control of his body.
He reached behind him and unfolded the large red umbrella he carried with him. The umbrella's surface bloomed like a red lotus and went straight towards Zhao Yan!
Boom!
Zhao Yan's fist slammed hard onto the red umbrella.
A deep, resounding thud, like a giant bell being struck in one's ear.
The ground beneath Hai Shan's feet suddenly cracked, sending shards of rock flying, and his feet sank deep into the mud.
Zhao Yan looked quite surprised, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes:
"Wow, young man, your Dharma body cultivation is truly solid."
Hai Shan, who took the punch head-on, felt as if the paper umbrella in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp, his tiger's mouth was about to split open, and his entire arm was going numb.
This is the powerful and magical corpse! It's truly amazing!
He could barely catch a casual punch!
But you've already fallen into Big Head's trap!
Hai Shan's eyes sharpened, and his magical power surged wildly into the red umbrella in his hand like a burst dam.
On the umbrella surface, the patterns that were originally just decorations suddenly lit up, flowing slowly as if they had come to life.
Between the umbrella ribs, droplets of crystal-clear water condensed out of thin air and fell silently.
The rain, a symbol of time, falls slowly through the umbrella.
The rain was fine and dense, yet heavy as a mountain.
Zhao Yan felt his body suddenly become incredibly sluggish, as if he were bound by countless transparent threads, with every inch of his muscles and every breath being stretched infinitely.
Zhao Yan quickly analyzed the current situation.
Restraint?
Or is it confinement?
No, that's not right, this feeling...
Time itself slowed down for me!
Frost falls in the mirror as autumn turns to summer, and the rain of the year cuts away youthful beauty like a knife.
I wish I could borrow an inch more of time, and live a fleeting moment of immortality to support the flowers.
[Magic Treasure - Fleeting Immortality!]
"So you're a disciple of Penglai!"
Zhao Yan's eyes widened, his thoughts racing wildly, but his body was almost completely immobile—
It's not that I can't move at all, but that every inch of movement takes a thousand times longer than usual.
"Damn it!"
He stared intently at Haishan, the slowly rotating red umbrella reflected deep within his pupils:
"The effect of this supernatural power is to extend the time on my body almost infinitely."
No one but him could move under the influence of this magical artifact.
Seizing the opportunity, Hai Shan quickly shouted, his voice sounding particularly distant in the rain:
"Quick! Attack together!"
"Big Head won't last much longer!"
"We've all seen his real face and his name; he won't let them leave!"
"if--"
Before he could finish speaking, Ma Chao had already realized what was happening.
"Golden Sword Talisman!"
"Gold ingot charm!"
Ma Chao, along with Huang Erguo and Miao Qingqing, swiftly unleashed talismans, and golden sword light and silver ingot phantoms crashed down towards Zhao Yan.
They exchanged a glance, then attacked simultaneously from the left and right:
"Laoshan Ghost Claw!"
Two dark, ghostly claw-like shadows emerged from the ground and viciously clawed at Zhao Yan's legs.
Ah Pao patted the green gourd at his waist, and a plume of emerald green smoke shot out from its mouth:
"Wooden Talisman!"
Bai Xiaoxiao's vertical eye between her brows blazed with blood-red light, her crimson gaze fixed intently on Zhao Yan—
[Borrowing Yuan Zhenmu]!
However, when the blood-red light fell on Zhao Yan, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even causing the slightest ripple.
Bai Xiaoxiao let out a muffled groan, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
It's uncontrollable.
The opponent's soul was too strong, so strong that her supernatural powers could not shake it at all.
After a violent explosion, smoke and dust billowed up, and rubble and debris flew everywhere.
With his internal magical power about to be exhausted, Hai Shan had no choice but to end the maintenance of the magic weapon.
The red umbrella slowly closed, and the rain stopped.
"Did you kill him?"
Ma Chao led the way, his voice carrying a hint of uncertain hope.
Zhao Yan's voice rang out from another corner of the courtyard:
"Unfortunately, no."
Unharmed, Zhao Yan slowly emerged from the shadows.
Ma Chao subconsciously activated the magic talisman and struck in the direction from which the sound came. The golden sword light pierced through the air, but Zhao Yan easily dodged it by turning to the side.
Hai Shan's eyes widened, his voice trembling: "How is this possible?!?"
This is a priceless treasure that Big Head risked his life to sneak out of his house!
How could it not work?
Zhao Yan shook his head, his tone carrying the patience of an elder instructing a younger person:
"The young man's umbrella really did trap him."
"But my previous attempts to persuade the young man to leave weren't just empty words."
Hai Shan was stunned for a moment.
This isn't nonsense, could it be that—
He turned his head abruptly.
Amidst the smoke and dust of the explosion, a small, blood-red figure burst through the smoke and rushed straight toward Haishan!
The blood-covered figure was originally only the size of a palm, extremely small, and hidden in the smoke and dust of the explosion, it went unnoticed.
At this moment, it swelled with the wind and became taller than the roof beams in an instant!
The blood-red body swelled, twisted, and reformed in mid-air, transforming in the blink of an eye into a blood-red giant over two zhang tall, exuding a strong stench of blood.
A heavy punch, accompanied by a foul stench, slammed straight toward Haishan.
[Innate Divine Ability: Great Hellish Blood Body!]
Caught off guard, Hai Shan only had time to cross his arms to protect his chest.
Boom!
The punch landed squarely on his arms.
The immense force, like a charging bull, sent him flying.
"Bang!"
Hai Shan's body crashed through the courtyard wall and into the empty room next door, where rubble and dust buried him completely.
The red umbrella flew out of my hand, spun a few times in mid-air, and landed on the ground with a "thud," its surface covered in dust.
Zhao Yan explained slowly, his voice neither hurried nor slow:
"My younger brother can switch places with my younger brother's body."
The reason I persuaded the young man earlier was to wait for the Blood Body to arrive.
Hai Shan stared intently at Zhao Yan, struggling desperately to pull his body out of the pile of rubble.
How despicable! They actually used such methods.
Before he could completely pull himself out of the wall, the enormous, monstrous blood-red body was already upon him.
Its blood-red body obscured the sky above, casting a dark red shadow.
Zhao Yan sighed, his tone carrying an almost pitying calmness:
"Take a nap, I won't hurt you."
Hai Shan threw a punch at Xue Shen.
The fist sank deep into the bloody body, as if injected with a viscous liquid. There were no bones, no muscles, only endless, sticky blood.
Hai Shan stared wide-eyed.
He tried to pull his fist out, but found that the inner walls of the bloody body were like a living thing, clinging tightly to his arm.
Then, he watched helplessly as the great evil blood body surged in from all directions like a tidal wave, engulfing him completely.
broken!
Hai Shan, whose body was swallowed by blood, felt a wave of suffocation.
This blood body is actually made of blood!
There is no air inside.
Thick blood filled my mouth and nose, blocking every possible breath.
Hai Shan struggled desperately, his limbs flailing wildly in the blood, but he completely understood Zhao Yan's scheme.
The opponent knew very well that they couldn't defeat him in a short time with their Dharma body, so they simply used their blood body to trap him—to hold him back!
Even the strongest Dharma body needs to breathe.
Oh no! Oh no!
I've never practiced holding my breath!
Her face, dark purple like vines climbing the sea, was covered in dark blue.
His struggles within his body grew weaker and weaker, and his punches and kicks gradually turned into feeble convulsions.
Bubbles rose from his mouth and nose and then dissipated.
Finally, his body went completely still, like an insect encased in amber, silently suspended in the blood-red liquid.
Zhao Yan turned around and looked at the Ma Chao group:
"Alright, now it's your turn!"
Everyone felt a sudden tightness in their hearts, as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
Ma Chao gritted his teeth and growled, "Attack together! Running apart will only lead to death!"
Zhao Yan sighed:
"Too late!"
He waved his hand gently.
The black blood unique to the corpse flicked from his fingertips, like five ink-colored chess pieces, and accurately placed between the eyebrows of Ma Chao, Miao Qingqing, Huang Erguo, and Bai Xiaoxiao.
[Deprivation of life]
The four people whose foreheads were touched felt their magical power and strength draining away at an alarming rate.
His face began to visibly become shriveled and pale.
Zhao Yan watched all this expressionlessly, without pity or pleasure.
It's just a means of survival.
Just then—
A golden light flashed by in the distance.
The light was dazzling and carried a familiar aura that sent chills down Zhao Yan's spine.
The next instant, golden light, like divine punishment, slammed heavily at Zhao Yan's feet.
"boom--!!!"
A deafening roar.
The Wu family compound was almost completely destroyed in this attack.
The ground cracked, the courtyard wall collapsed, and rubble and debris flew in all directions like a volcanic eruption.
Zhao Yan had no choice but to stop absorbing life force, his face filled with horror as he dodged the attack range of the golden light.
He moved swiftly through the ruins, retreating dozens of feet away, his eyes fixed on the spot where the golden light had fallen.
"A powerful magical talisman?"
Zhao Yan was filled with surprise and doubt, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
"And it's at full power?!"
Thoughts raced through his mind, and an ominous premonition welled up inside him.
Damn it, are these just bait to lure me out?
The true successor of the Three Truths has always been hidden in the shadows!
Lost in thought, he saw the ruins of the Wu mansion, shrouded in golden light, rapidly coalescing—
Gravel, rubble, broken beams and pillars, shattered bluestone slabs—everything was drawn madly toward the center by the golden light.
They squeezed, merged, and recombined with each other, as if an invisible hand was kneading them together.
In the blink of an eye, a giant more than ten meters tall rose from the ground.
The giant's body was made up of everything in the ruins—stone for bones, mud for flesh, and tiles for armor.
It stands atop the ruins of the Wu Mansion, like a moving mountain.
On the giant's shoulder, a small figure stood up.
His gray hair was disheveled by the night wind, and his youthful face was filled with exhaustion and determination.
Gao Haoguang looked down at Zhao Yan, who was standing in the distance, his gaze cold.
"Haoguang?!!"
Ma Chao exclaimed in shock, his voice filled with disbelief.
Miao Qingqing, Huang Erguo, and Bai Xiaoxiao also widened their eyes.
They had never seen Gao Haoguang look like this before—
Like...
Like a tiger cub finally baring its fangs.