Stealing The Heavens

King Wei Shan had used his own body and his life as the arrow, fusing all his spirit, energy, and soul into this strike. The end result was either the death of the enemy or his own destruction.

As soon as the arrow was unleashed, the beast soul blurred into a streak of golden light and merged with King Wei Shan’s body. The huge arrow King Wei Shan had transformed into then abruptly turned into a beam of blood-colored light, about ten feet in diameter and over thousands of feet long, which with just a flash had traversed through the void and appeared in front of Wu Qi and others, shooting straight toward King Yang Shan, who was at the head of the group with a Kunwu Sword in his hand.

King Yang Shan let out a long cry. A plume of smoke gushed out from the top of his head, from inside of which Yazi, one of the nine sons of the dragon, rushed out while roaring at the sky with a knife shrouded in blood-colored light in hands. As soon as the beast soul appeared, a terrible killing intent spread out in all directions. After letting out the roar, it flew down and fused as one with King Yang Shan. Suddenly King Yang Shan’s body swelled like a steamed bun, and when the arrow was merely three inches away from him, he had transformed into a huge meatball that was less than ten feet tall, but ten feet in width and thirteen feet in depth.

Two extremely long arms grew out of this massive meatball, both of which were incredibly thick and strong. With two streams of piping hot white gases spraying out of his nostrils, King Yang Shan swung the Kunwu Sword and hacked it down hard toward the incoming arrow.

A crisp crunch rang out as the sword cut into the arrow that was transformed from King Wei Shan’s fleshly body, hacked all the way in from the arrowhead and split it three feet deep. A great amount of blood spouted out, while the exceptionally sharp Kunwu Sword was knocked spinning away. An earth-shattering loud noise burst out from King Yang Shan’s right arm, and then it was torn to pieces from fist up to shoulder by a great force. Countless chunks of flesh and blood flew in all directions, and King Yang Shan, who had fused with his beast soul, hissed in pain.

The beam of blood-colored light flew past, brushing King Yang Shan’s shoulder. A small part of his enormous body was taken away, leaving behind a large wound about the size of a water bucket on him. Almost all the right half of his body was gone; his pink internal organs such as lungs were exposed while his blood gushed out like cheap spring water. King Yang Shan fell to the ground, howling miserably, as his life force was rapidly fading away.

The cultivation technique of the human race was not the same as that of the immortals. No matter how strong was a human warrior, even for an almighty expert who had reached the realm of the Third Pangu Heaven like King Yang Shan, he would have to face the danger of death after suffering from such a serious injury. Immortals, on the other hand, were different, for the source of their power was their formidable immortal souls. Even if their fleshly bodies were reduced to ashes, so long as they still had a wisp of their immortal souls, they had no fear of death. It was not uncommon for an immortal to have his head cut off by a sword, and in the end the head fled in a beam of light without the body. But human warriors did not have this sort of divine ability or mystic art.

Almost half of King Yang Shan’s upper body was destroyed. It was a death-on-the-spot injury to a mortal, and it was also fatal to him. After suffering from such a serious injury, his body had lost ninety-nine percent of its normal functions. He could no longer absorb the surrounding Pangu Sacred Energy to heal himself.

If it was on the ground, as long as King Yang Shan could press his body close to the earth, he could channel Pangu Sacred Energy into his body through the earth veins. But they were on a flying ship now, which was nearly a hundred miles away from the ground level. As a result, he could not use the last and the most powerful life-saving technique of the human race.

“Lord Father!” Ji Ao cried out in panic, raised his Kunwu Sword and swung it down toward the arrow.

But Wu Qi grabbed Ji Ao by the neck with a backhand and threw him far away. Meanwhile, Princess Zhang Le flipper her palm. A large stream of green life force poured into King Yang Shan’s body and quickly closed off his bleeding wounds. At the same time, a purple light flashed in the princess’s eyes, and in the next moment rich Pangu Sacred Energy appeared in the air. By now, even mortals could see the rolling and rocking purple energy in the surroundings with their naked eyes. “Go!” cried the princess as she pointed a finger at King Yang Shan. The purple energy began to rush into King Yang Shan’s body, rapidly regenerating his missing flesh at a dream-like speed. In just a fraction of a second, his body was fully restored, only that its strength was not as strong as his original body, which he had thoroughly tempered.

Regardless, King Yang Shan did survive. Although he was so seriously wounded, he had survived without taking any life-saving spirit pills!

Baihuang Zongling screamed, “How is that possible? What magic are you cultivating? How can you harness Pangu Sacred Energy to heal others?” He felt he was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Never before had any Great Yu’s Oracles been able to do so. Even those Great Oracles who cultivated both body and magic could not gather Pangu Sacred Energy and inject it into a wounded person.

The character of Pangu Sacred Energy was extremely bizarre. Only people who cultivated the body-tempering technique of the human race could perceive it and absorb it to strengthen their flesh or repair a bodily injury. But the magic Princess Zhang Le cultivated was clearly from the branch of Primordial Dao of Divinity in Great Yu’s Directorate of Celestial. How could she possible control Pangu Sacred Energy? If all Great Yu’s Oracles had mastered this technique, wouldn’t all Great Yu’s soldiers be immortal on the battlefield?

Imagine this, on the battlefield against immortals or the Buddhism League, the soldiers of Great Yu were badly wounded by powerful immortal magic; the Oracles absorbed a great amount of Pangu Sacred Energy and fused it with the soldiers, and immediately the soldiers, who had lost their ability to fight due to injury, stood up to join the battle once again. What a terrible scene it was!

Baihuang Zongling shrieked, “Kill this girl! Kill her! Golden Boy, KILL HER!!”

Before his voice could fade, Baihuang Zongling cried out again, “Hurry, kill all of them! A few old fogies from the Secret Palace are heading this way!”

Even as Baihuang Zongling was shrieking like a madman, King Yang Shan and Ji Ao shouted at the same time, their eyes glowing brightly. “How splendid! What kind of technique is this? King of Dong Hai Province, if you can submit this technique to Great Yu, we’ll surely recommend and guarantee you to the imperial court, request them to make an exception and promote you to the rank of King of Mountain or Water (Shan or Shui), the title only given to the members of the imperial clan!” Since Baihuang Zongling could think of the heavy casualties that would be inflicted on the Heaven and the Buddhism League if such an amazing technique were used on the battlefield by Great Yu, King Yang Shan and Ji Ao had thought of it too!

If this technique could be taught to all Oracles, the combat effectiveness of Great Yu’s army would surely be improved more than ten times. This was equal to a ten-fold increase in Great Yu’s military forces without consuming more resources. It was simply a remarkable achievement! With this credit, it was not too much to make an exception and promote Wu Qi to the rank of King that only given to the members of the imperial clan!

Wu Qi’s eyes lit up. He gave a loud laugh and said, “Great! It’s a rather simple technique, I’ll let Zi Xuan teach it to all the Great Oracles of Directorate of Celestial in due course!”

Before Wu Qi even began to speak, the arrow King Wei Shan had transformed into had neared his body. A shrill howl rang out from the blood-colored light beam as King Wei Shan chanted a venomous spell and completely forced out all the power of his spirit, energy, and soul. In the blink of an eye, the arrow expanded a few times in size, trying to swallow up Wu Qi and Princess Zhang Le like a blood-colored fiend dragon who had gone berserk.

Wu Qi raised the Kunwu Sword. With both hands clutched tightly on the hilt, he brought it down towards the blood-colored arrow, filling the surroundings with a vast plume of purple smoke.

King Wei Shan shrieked as he abruptly burned a part of his soul, pushing the speed of the arrow to the maximum. The arrow had passed the point of no return now. He must kill Wu Qi to stop him from bringing back to Liangzhu all the information he had obtained from King Bai Shan; he must also kill Princess Zhang Le to prevent her from teaching the technique of controlling Pangu Sacred Energy to the Oracles of Directorate of Celestial.

Just when his Kunwu Sword was about to collide head-on with the arrow, Wu Qi suddenly let out a strange laugh. A beam of starlight shot out from the top of his head, from which Dark Yin Celestial Tower flew up and shattered the void. Immediately after that, Wu Qi and Princess Zhang Le’s bodies flickered, and then they teleported hundreds of feet through the starlight, perfectly dodged King Wei Shan’s deadly strike.

Although out there, twelve Supreme Oracles had sealed off this part of the void, turning it as solid as a bronze wall, with the small world materialized by the Natural Phenomena Medallion neutralized the power of the twelve void isolation formations, Wu Qi could still teleport through the void for a short distance with the power of his Dark Yin Celestial Tower. As he had moved, the arrow King Wei Shan had transformed into flew past his original position, shooting into the distance in a blinding beam of blood-colored light, without having the ability to turn back again.

“Damnit, Immortal Haoxu, are these what you call the twelve void isolation formations?” King Wei Shan’s hysterical growl could be heard coming from afar. As he had burned his soul to increase the speed of the arrow, at this moment he no longer had the power to turn it around. All he could do was watched as the arrow brought him into the distance, while the little remaining energy in him was being constantly drained.

The black skull opened its mouth, but no words came out of it. The fact that Wu Qi was able to teleport through the void was truly beyond his expectation.

Before Baihuang Zongling could react, Wu Qi had rushed out of the area enveloped by the smoke the Natural Phenomena Medallion had conjured, raised his Kunwu Sword and hacked it down at the skull. A green light flashed as the little skull cracked in half silently. A shrill howl echoed out abruptly, and the cracked skull exploded into a clump of twisting black smoke, which quickly condensed into a black, ferocious-looking baby’s face. With mouth wide opened, the face flew toward Wu Qi’s heart.

However, before the materialized curse could near Wu Qi’s body, Princess Zhang Le had snorted coldly and grabbed this little clump of black smoke with a hand. Numerous bolts of lightning flickered in her palm as they crushed the curse into pieces.

Baihuang Zongling was utterly shocked. Although the skull he possessed was destroyed, his loud roar could still be heard coming through the void, “What are you waiting for? Are you going to stand there until we are all hunted down by Great Yu? Kill them NOW!”

Twelve Supreme Towers, which had sealed off this part of the void from thousands of miles away, flickered at the same time, and then together they teleported to the side of the flying ship where Wu Qi and others were.

A deep chanting brought up a great gust of chilly wind, blowing toward Wu Qi and others. An evil force filled the void; suddenly the light in the surroundings dimmed, light and shadows became distorted as space and time were both frozen. Wu Qi and his companions were locked down on the ship, unable to move. Twelve Supreme Oracles had joined forces, and although they had yet unleashed their attack, just the pressure emanated from their chanting had already made everyone felt difficult in breathing. Even with his cultivation base of an eighth-tier Primordial expert, Wu Qi could not withstand this terrible pressure.

Just as the twelve Supreme Oracles were about to strike with full force, a great beam of starlight came shooting over from the distance, reaching the side of Wu Qi and others in the blink of an eye. With starlight blinking in all 360 vital meridian spots across his skin, and blinding silver-and-purple light constantly radiating out from all over his body, Emperor Haozun had come to the rescue in person. He had only lightly thrown a palm out toward the void and chanted a spell under his breath, and the twelve Supreme Towers immediately shattered at the same time. The Supreme Oracles in the towers shrieked as they were struck by their own spells, coughed up mouthfuls of blood and collapsed to the ground.

All the Supreme Towers of Great Yu were embedded with vicious restrictive spells when they were being crafted. Only the Human Emperor and the First Master of the Secret Palace knew of this spell. It was Great Yu’s most secretive yet lethal means of control. The twelve Supreme Oracles did not even have time to put up a defense. By just activating the restrictive spells, Emperor Haozun had beaten them all to half dead, without even using a bit of his own energy.

“Rebels have infiltrated You Xiong Army! King Wei Shan is the incarnation of Golden Boy from the Buddhism League, and Baihuang Zongling is the incarnation of Immortal Haoxu from the Heaven!” cried Wu Qi at the top of his lungs.

Emperor Haozun’s face fell instantly. His body trembled and his facial muscles twitched violently, making him looked like a ghost now.