Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1653: A Bet

“Listen to you talk!” Jian Bu’er flew off the handle and glared at the Demonic Vine. “This is how much you’ve grown in thirty billion years?? I like big boobs, big boobies alright?? Just look at you!”

“I’m still young! When I grow up, I’ll certainly become the type you like. I’ll have big boobs, big boobies!” The vine crossed her arms and gestured in an exaggerated fashion.

Up in the air, Wu Di, Black Mountain Tiger, and two more hidden in the shadows—the feathered woman and Wu Xian, beholder of shamanic dao—wordlessly rolled their eyes. However, they weren't surprised.

This was exactly the kind of randomness they expected from Jian Bu’er.

“This Jian Bu’er is weird and the second strongest in Myriadsea World. Other than the Sea Lord, no one can do anything to him,” Wu Xian said quietly. “If he’s protecting the Demonic Vine, then all of us combined won’t take it from him.”

“Why do we need to take it?” cackled the tiger. “I just want one leg. One of her legs is enough to feed my Monster Spirit Lotus.”

“We can take all of it and carve it up between us,” leered Wu Di.

……

“It looks like you’re completely ignoring what I said.” The smile slid off Jian Bu’er’s face to hear the conversation around him and sharp killing intent flashed through his eyes.

Demonic dao centered on the Demonic Vine and every bit of her body was crafted from the sequences of that great dao. If any part was broken, her human form would be completely ruined. It would be almost impossible to recreate it.

“How is a bunch of men not embarrassed to be attacking a little girl?” a voice suddenly rang out. Dongfang Mo leisurely materialized in the air with a sword in his hand, loftily peering down at the dao beholders beneath him.

“How dare you show your face, Dongfang Mo?” Wu Di sneered at the newcomer. “Are you not afraid that I’ll lead my men and stomp over your Ruina and whatever Immortal Nation?”

“I can save you the trouble, I’ll destroy immortal dao first and then go self detonate at your Martial Mountain,” Dongfang Mo replied merrily.

Black Mountain Tiger involuntarily shuddered. He was reminded of Dongfang Mo fervently hacking down the Immortal Myriadtree not too long ago. The tree that had covered all of Ruina was down to a bare trunk. Previously populated by throngs of citizens, Ruina Immortal Nation was now empty.

“Your era ended when the Hongmeng shattered,” Wu Di couldn’t help himself. “Your immortal dao is the last hope of the Hongmeng era, but you—”

“Why should I keep fighting when my family is gone?” Dongfang Mo sneered. “My name is Dongfang Mo, the ‘mo’ of the end of the road. Since I have reached the end of my road, I might as well die with everyone.

“I don’t care, my death is worthwhile if I take one of you with me.”

Wu Di narrowed his eyes, debating his chances of killing Dongfang Mo. The latter was only middle-of-the-pack in Myriadsea World. Wu Di was stronger than Boxun, so Dongfang Mo was no match for him. No one had been able to touch him only because he’d occupied Ruina all this time. Since he’d voluntarily left the region and shown himself elsewhere, they wouldn’t mind eliminating immortal dao—a threat that could occupy their most crucial zone.

Jian Bu’er sank back to a seated position upon seeing the latest development. He cocked his head at the show playing out above him.

“Aren’t you going to help?” the vine grumbled. In her eyes, since Dongfang Mo was here to help, Jian Bu’er should be protecting him.

“There’s no need,” Jian Bu’er shook his head. “Dongfang Mo’s gotten stronger, and not in terms of cultivation level. He’s gotten stronger on a fundamental basis—his core essence. Wu Di is nothing compared to him.”

“Oh, okay then.” The Demonic Vine also craned her neck upward at the happenings above them.

……

A great battle immediately broke out in the firmament. Wu Xian, Black Mountain Tiger, and the feathered woman sealed off the void to prevent Dongfang Mo from escaping. Wu Di struck with full force, charging his opponent.

As the beholder of martial dao, Wu Di wielded martial dao and was the dao ancestor, the sequence ancestor of Myriadsea World. Every one of his techniques, moves, and stances fully illustrated martial dao.

Martial dao was the path of martial strength! A dense collection of punches encircled Dongfang Mo, blowing a hole right through the void.

“The foundations of immortal dao are weak, but Dongfang Mo shouldn’t be this weak… should he? He died from one move?” Wu Xian and the tiger looked blankly at each other while considering the hole in the air.

“Probably… not? If Dongfang Mo really is this weak, how could he have threatened me last time? You should’ve seen how fierce he was when he chopped his own tree. It was one ax after another!”

……

“How many moves do you think Dongfang Mo can hold out?” The Curse King leered at Lu Yun and took a casual seat next to him on the altar.

“Have you had enough phlegm?” Lu Yun snorted.

The Curse King glared at him, a hint of frostiness rising in his expression. Eating a mouthful of Jian Bu’er’s phlegm was an extraordinary mark of humiliation, one that would never wash away as long as Jian Bu’er remained alive.

Even with the Curse King’s composure, he wanted to rampage with madness seeing that Lu Yun and laid it all out in the open.

“Don’t think of running your mouth, Lu Yun,” the Curse King sneered. “I didn’t get you in the fourth realm, but you are fully in my grasp in this world of sequence. I can do whatever I want to you—you’re just a major World Manifest.”

“Alright, then let me tell you how long Dongfang Mo can hold out,” Lu Yun shook his head with a sigh. “The Sea Lord is the strongest in Myriadsea World, Jian Bu’er is second, Dongfang Mo is third.

“These three are one tier, the remaining beholders of martial dao, shamanic dao, monster spirit, formation, talisman, and all that junk—including the woman who was with you, is another tier.

“Wu Di will lose everything within three hundred breaths. He’ll be doomed!” Lu Yun concluded seriously. “As for you, you’re just another replica. A replica wants to do whatever it wants?” Lu Yun hooted with laughter and the altar beneath his feet lit up gently.

“This joke isn’t funny at all.” The Curse King rose and stomped his foot.

Craaaack!

The altar of immortal stone beneath Lu Yun’s feet crumbled away into dust.

“See, your support is gone.” The Curse King spread out his hands and grabbed Lu Yun’s neck, lifting him into the air. “Let’s make a bet. If Dongfang Mo really can defeat Wu Di in three hundred breaths, I’ll let you go. If he doesn’t defeat Wu Di as soundly as you say, or if he loses, I’ll snap your neck. How about it?”

At the Curse King’s cultivation level, the relationship between body, nascent spirit, soul, and true spirit meant nothing to him. If he snapped Lu Yun’s neck, it would truly be broken. His soul would be scattered to the wind and his true spirit dissipated.

“Sure,” Lu Yun grinned broadly. “It’s already been a hundred breaths. Wu Di will be wiped out in another two hundred!”

……

Within the depths of the great ocean.

Dongfang Mo’s counterattack arrived the moment that Wu Di’s punches faded away. A ray of immortal radiance swept toward Wu Di. All sorts of immortal dao cultivation methods poured out like a waterfall, drowning him in a split second.

“As I thought, I’m ten times stronger than before with the change in the dao’s foundations. I’m also practicing formula and spirit dao now, so I can defeat Wu Di in three hundred breaths!” Formula dao operated rapidly within Dongfang Mo’s body, analyzing the situation in front of him. “I’ll defeat the beholder of martial dao with the fastest speed possible and make an example out of him! If possible, I’ll take down everyone who’s come here today!”

Dongfang Mo had fully released his power. One ray of immortal light contained three thousand schools of immortal arts. He’d only used three rays to pierce through all of Wu Di’s martial dao methods. The fourth ray crushed his body, and the fifth ray detonated him.

Dongfang Mo thoroughly defeated Wu Di by the two hundred and ninety-fifth breath.

……

“It looks like you lose,” Lu Yun chuckled, still hovering in the air.

“No, you lose,” the Curse King brooded. “My breathing is a bit faster than normal people. It’s already been three hundred and one breaths with me!”

Crack!!

He snapped Lu Yun’s neck in half.