Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1150 - 442: Fragrance Soul and Fire Spirit

Chapter 1150: Chapter 442: Fragrance Soul and Fire Spirit

"I didn’t start the fight; is it not possible to back out of the arena?"

At this moment, Wancang Mountain no longer had the demeanor of the "Ba People" leader. His expression and words were like that of a deserter fleeing from battle.

Especially as he looked at Zhao Jinjia’s corpse split in two, and the internal organs scattered on the ground... his urge to "flee" became even more apparent.

"Once you’ve entered the arena, you must finish the fight; that’s the rule of the Sword Tomb Arena."

The young Butcher showed no mercy.

"Whatever rules you have... I, Wancang Mountain, don’t give a damn about them."

Wancang Mountain tried to act tough and turned to leave.

The young Butcher said, "Wancang Mountain, if you don’t fight in the arena, then you cannot leave; otherwise, you are like a pig under my knife."

"Then come and cut me if you have the guts."

Wancang Mountain acted defiantly. To him, the young Butcher was indeed frightening; the Mountain Spirit of Wuwen, with blades that had long been quenched in blood through millennia,

But no matter how frightening he was, Wancang Mountain also had the cultivation of nine Incenses.

"I have the strength to fight when I don’t suppress my realm."

Wancang Mountain thought,

As for going off the arena to face Zhou Xuan?

That young demon used only sixteen moves to chop Zhao Jinjia, man and armor, in half. He conceded that his strength was at most on par with Zhao Jinjia. If he entered the arena, he’d end up being chopped in half too.

"I refuse to fight, absolutely refuse to fight."

Wancang Mountain waved his hand sharply, causing the surrounding space to distort.

Like a Painter, he was a Hall Disciple who had comprehended the Space Law, and with just a few steps, he could return to "Dongba County."

Dongba County was the homeland of the Ba People and the Main Hall, full of masters, including the Ba People’s "Dongba Ancestral Soul."

Once back there, there was no need to fear any Mountain Spirit of Wuwen.

"Just two steps, and I’ll be safe."

He took one step, and then another.

Normally, in just two steps, he would be back in the county—disciples who mastered the Space Law could shrink the earth into inches and traverse thousands of mountains and rivers in an instant,

But today, as he stepped out, Wancang Mountain seemed to be walking in place, his body as if it hadn’t moved at all,

Beside him, Ma Tianying was still urging, "Head Wancang, hurry up and run, that young Butcher is not someone to take lightly."

"No shit, you think I don’t know to run? Haven’t I tried already?"

Wancang Mountain cursed inwardly,

And then, he turned his head abruptly, only to see that the monument at the center of the Red Earth Blade Tomb was emitting thread-like red lines.

Those red lines entangled Wancang Mountain like catkin.

"No wonder I can’t use the Space Law; turns out it’s still the Butcher causing trouble."

The young Butcher then asked again, "Wancang Mountain, will you fight in the arena or not?"

"No, I don’t want to face Zhou Xuan."

Wancang Mountain spoke the truth directly, but speaking the truth was not something to be ashamed of, actually,

Because among the clouds, those top masters interested in the Green and Red Fish had the same thought.

"If I could rely on my realm to suppress and go one-on-one against Zhou Xuan, I might have some confidence, but facing Zhou Xuan at the same realm? Who dares to go?"

Zhou Xuan’s sixteen blade moves, one after another slicing Zhao Jinjia into two halves, were too shocking.

The dull "bang bang bang" of impact and the crisp sound of cracking armor still echoed in their ears, constantly reminding them—don’t mess with Zhou Xuan.

"Let me ask you again, will you fight or not?"

The young Butcher’s voice grew colder, and the Red Earth Blade Tomb transformed back into blood energy, drilling into the scar on the Butcher’s chest, filling him with strength.

"No, no, I won’t fight, no matter what."

Wancang Mountain’s resolve was firm.

"That’s unfortunate."

The red earth arena had disappeared, and the young Butcher raised the slaughtering knife in his hand, saying, "If you don’t abide by the rules of the Sword Tomb, then I can only cut you down."

As he walked, he used the knife in his hand to hack viciously at his right forearm,

The blade cut deep into the flesh, reversed direction and sliced upwards, and a large piece of flesh was cut off.

The Butcher’s knife picked up his own flesh and casually tossed it into the dirt.

As soon as the large piece of flesh hit the ground, the sound of chewing could be heard around.

The sound of gnawing on the flesh echoed in the ears of the onlookers, like gnawing on their hearts. Even though they were top experts with eight or nine Incenses, essentially they were still human, with things that they hated, detested, and feared.

Especially Ma Tianying, who immediately covered his mouth and nose, cursing, "This Wuwen Mountain is more wicked than our Gu God Hall, damn it."

The sound of chewing continued, and the flesh showed dense crescent-shaped teeth marks.

In no time,

The piece of flesh sliced off by the Butcher was completely gnawed by those "invisible spirits."

And from the air around them came a creepy laughter,

Laughter that sounded like someone singing an opera.

"Is it the motherfucker’s Evil Skill? Isn’t Wuwen Mountain a renowned Divine Hall in Jing Country, and its disciples claimed to be gods, yet using such wicked tricks?"

Wancang Mountain, originating from the Ba People’s tainted Taoist sect, had a keen intuition for the world’s evil techniques.

His words had barely ended before they displeased Ma Tianying.

"Why can’t a Divine Hall use Evil Techniques? Our Gu God is also a divine being, and the magic we use is indeed very sinister."

I am divine, and I endorse Evil Techniques?

The Butcher continued walking forward, each step a yard, he would again slice off a piece of his own flesh and toss it to the ground,