I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1048 - 342 Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul

Chapter 1048: Chapter 342: Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul

Chapter 1048: Chapter 342: Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul

“Brother Tian, you can’t go!” The chubby man took a few steps to block the man’s path, urgently advising, “Even the gale winds can’t disperse this Blood Fiend, and if you get close, there’s nothing good waiting for you. Besides, how do you know who this guy is? Maybe he’s a notorious thief or a highway robber. Can’t you just pretend you never saw him?”

Brother Tian looked deeply at the blockading chubby man and said indifferently, “Chubby, do you remember the first time we met?”

“I remember!” Chubby nodded, all three chins quivering, “But this is different, I was being chased by villains. If Brother Tian and the others hadn’t come to help, there would be no Little Dao now. I owe you for life for this kindness, and that’s why I can’t let Brother Tian risk danger!”

“Good brother.” Brother Tian smiled and patted the chubby man’s broad shoulder, “But you back then, and him now, what’s the difference? I didn’t know anything about you guys, your origins, or your names. I only knew you were in a life-threatening situation. In fact, facing the thugs who were chasing you, I could have come up with excuses too. Maybe you had stolen their things or committed some crime and had it coming. But aren’t those just excuses? Little Dao, I know you have an unspeakable past that makes you unwilling to trust anyone. But I want to tell you, even if you’re guarded, don’t convict a stranger, because you don’t understand his past, nor can you predict his future.”

With that, the man shrouded in Yun Qi leaped into the Blood Fiend-laden area, approaching the shattered figure.

If there really were a god controlling fate, Tang Luo felt that this elder must be targeting him.

Perhaps Wang Chan was truly the son of the plane. Otherwise, why had unlucky things kept happening to him since the moment he killed the opponent?

First, Wang Invincible’s divine presence had forced him to use a mutually destructive technique like Star Demise.

He had thought he could escape through the Star Path, but the explosion of the Power of Returning Ruins had shattered the Star Path, forcing him to land face-first from high in the air, smashing the body that the Star Core had just barely managed to mend back together.

The worst was yet to come, as the intense shock somehow activated the Asura Divine Heart within him. The drained Asura Divine Heart revived under the stimulation of blood qi and Spiritual Power, greedily absorbing Evil Qi from the surroundings while also ruthlessly damaging the organs and flesh within Tang Luo’s body.

Even more fatal was that the Asura Divine Heart, nourished by the Blood Fiend, began to corrode Tang Luo’s Spiritual Power. With his spirit weakened, all he could do was watch helplessly as the Spiritual Power controlled by the Star Core was gradually eaten away by the Blood Fiend.

With every bit of Spiritual Power it devoured, the power of the Asura Divine Heart grew, and the surrounding Blood Fiend became denser.

The Asura Divine Heart and the Star Core seemed to be competing, one destroying the body, the other trying to mend it. At first, the two kept pace with each other, but as more and more Evil Qi gathered, the Star Core gradually couldn’t keep up with the Asura Divine Heart’s rate of destruction.

From the fall last night to a mere six or seven hours later, the power of the Blood Fiend had already enveloped nearly half of the thatched hut, turning the dirt wall that had been behind him when he fell into acidic smoke.

He had thought he could make a kingly return, but instead, he found himself facing an even more painful way to die, even worse than his soul completely dissipating.

Because his consciousness was exceedingly clear, it meant that not a single bit of pain would be missed.

Whether it was the agony of his flesh being torn apart, the scorching pain of the Blood Fiend eroding his organs, or even the withering despair of his soul, all of it was amplified in Tang Luo’s lucid consciousness.

This kind of pain was indeed worse than death. Tang Luo thought this countless times, yet the will to live pushed him to gather himself and search for a solution again and again.

…Ordering the Sea of Consciousness to manipulate the Star Core, useless!

…Exerting God’s Residence to mobilize the spirit, useless!

…Attempting to regain control of his body, useless!

…Trying to control the Asura Heart, useless!

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…As a last ditch effort, merging his consciousness with the Star Core’s offspring, still useless!

He had thought of every method he could, yet with his meridians completely severed, his body in pieces, he was utterly unable to control any part of it.

This feeling of helplessness was even more overwhelming than during the first few days after his birth.

Since there was no way out, he then calmly faced the prospect of death.

As the Spiritual Power was continually eroded by the Blood Fiend, Tang Luo’s consciousness began to blur, and even those eyes that could see the flow of Spiritual Power lost their divine brilliance and started to dim.

The world returned to darkness and chaos; he couldn’t remember how many years it had been since he last slept, but now, it was probably time to rest properly.

Giving up the struggle, Tang Luo let out a soft sigh, for he, who never believed in miracles, understood that this moment marked the end of his life.

That is, until a figure shrouded in mist broke into the thick fog of the Blood Fiend.

Brother Tian arrived beside Tang Luo, only to discover that his injuries were even more severe than he had anticipated. Could anyone really survive such injuries?

Yet, his heart was still beating!?

Feeling that Tang Luo still had the breath of life, Brother Tian, regardless of the dense Evil Qi, bent down, but then swiftly sidestepped, sensing danger.

It turned out that the Asura Divine Heart within Tang Luo, sensing the presence of a living thing, had spewed out Blood Fiend to repel the enemy, inflicting yet another large hole in the already shattered body.

And Brother Tian, having avoided the Blood Fiend’s attack, realized why this body attracted such dense Blood Fiend.

It turned out that within the martial artist’s body, there beat a Demon Heart condensed from Blood Fiend, which might have been suppressed by secret methods at the fighter’s peak, but now it could only let the Demon Heart spur the Blood Fiend to rampage through his body.

It wouldn’t be long before the man would be dissolved into a pool of acid by the Blood Fiend. Knowing there was no time to lose, Brother Tian, without another thought, extended the purest stream of qi within him, transforming it into a white hand, in an attempt to remove the Asura Divine Heart from Tang Luo’s body.

But the Evil Qi of the Divine Heart was not something that ordinary Spiritual Power could withstand. The moment the slender, white hand touched the Divine Heart, it was corroded into ash, and from this, Brother Tian knew that Spiritual Power alone would not be able to extract this heart.

Feeling the Evil Qi around him growing denser and the protective strength of the Yun Clan fading, Brother Tian gritted his teeth and took out an object from his chest, slipping it onto his hand.

The Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul, once one of the nine Divine Weapons of the Yun Clan housing the soul of the King of Yun Eagles, was the signature weapon of Yun Zu when he roamed the world, and the ancestral artifact passed down through the Yun Clan’s direct lineage.

Protected by the Divine Artifact, Brother Tian finally succeeded in reaching into Tang Luo’s body and extracting the Demon Heart that surged with Evil Qi.

However, after removing the Demon Heart, Brother Tian faced a dilemma: this Demon Heart, clearly of extraordinary origin, couldn’t just be thrown away. After much consideration, he glanced sideways at the shattered martial artist lying on the ground and muttered, “You’d better wake up fast!”

With that, the fingers of the Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul transformed into countless strands of cloud-like threads, like knitting yarn, tightly wrapping the pulsating Asura Divine Heart, encasing it like a cocoon of clouds.

The thick Blood Fiend, now severed from the Divine Heart, slowly dissipated, sinking into the unfathomable depths of the earth.

Having done all this, Brother Tian’s Spiritual Power was depleted, and he slumped down next to Tang Luo, holding the thread ball of the Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul, his face filled with melancholy.