CHAPTER 738: CHAPTER 604: TEN DAYS HANGING IN THE SKY!

Wu Xiaode looked up towards the Void.

Having rested for a while, his soul power bar had recovered slightly, but his health bar remained unchanged.

It was still half full.

A faint light appeared on his hand and quickly enveloped his whole body.

The Holy Side’s Healing Skill!

As the light swirled around him, the health bar also began to slowly increase.

— It seemed that soul power could recover automatically as long as he rested.

The health bar, however, required healing magic.

He thought silently to himself and suddenly, his gaze shifted towards the bar’s entrance.

All the mysterious life forms disguised as humans parted to create a path.

The door opened.

A blond man, dressed in a white suit and moving elegantly, walked in slowly.

The "people" watched him, making strange and extravagant gestures that looked like varying forms of saluting with their own etiquettes.

The blond man reached the bar, and with a casual gesture, a bottle of wine flew into his hand.

He uncorked the bottle, sniffed it, and said,

"A slow-acting self-destruction potion made from the fermentation of low-grade plants; is this what you humans like to drink?"

He then turned the bottle upside down, letting all the strong liquor spill onto the bar.

Wu Xiaode’s expression unchanged, he said calmly,

"If you had been human for long enough, you would’ve endured many hardships and faced many pains that are hard to share with others. Then, you might understand the complexity of humans."

"There’s no need for that. I usually gain insight into the nature of you lowly beings through slaughtering—for example,"

The blond man smiled faintly and softly said, "Before I came here, I annihilated another village three hundred miles away. All the humans there are dead."

"When I was killing the last girl, she begged me for mercy, willing to do anything for me."

"Ha, how ridiculous. She died no different from a stray dog."

"—Her wailing was even less pleasant than that of a stray dog, filled with the hysteria and unbecomingness distinctive of an inferior life form."

"This is what you humans are, ugly and unaware of it."

Wu Xiaode listened quietly, picked up his glass, and drained the strong liquor.

The liquor hit his throat.

It felt as if there was a fire burning inside his chest.

The fire burned through his flesh and ignited his soul, causing all the unresolved grievances of the past to float past his eyes.

He seemed a bit bewildered, apparently confused about the situation.

The blond man in the white suit, observing his expression, asked in an even softer and gentler voice,

"Will your scream be any different from the others?"

Wu Xiaode suddenly laughed and asked, "No difference—by the way, what’s your name?"

"In the Mysterious World, all mystical life forms call me Emperor Bai," said the blond man.

"Emperor Bai, huh? Take a look at this."

Wu Xiaode reached out and lifted the robust man with the broken neck, placing him on the bar and said,

"Although you are a noble mystical life form, now reduced to a lowly human—let’s make a deal."

"What deal?" Emperor Bai looked at the robust man and asked.

"You meet one condition, and I’ll spare him. You can save your kin," Wu Xiaode said.

"He’s not my kin, just an average mystical life form."

Emperor Bai glanced around at the other mystical beings and frowned,

"Fine, let’s hear your terms. If they’re not too outrageous, I might save him first."

"Bring out three thousand high-level Soul Crystals right now in exchange for his life," Wu Xiaode said.

"Just that? No problem."

Emperor Bai casually released a pile of Soul Crystals, scattering them across the entire bar.

"Three thousand crystals, no more, no less, now let him go," Emperor Bai arrogantly said.

Wu Xiaode looked at the sprawled Soul Crystals, nodded, and said,

"You’ve done well."

Suddenly, a bright blade appeared in his hand.

A blade gleaming with sharpness—

yet fell very slowly.

The "people" watched the blade fall at an incredibly slow pace, but they were utterly helpless.

Swish—

A human head flew off immediately.

Blood sprayed from the neck, splattering dots and droplets on Emperor Bai’s suit.

Emperor Bai looked at Wu Xiaode with a dark expression.

Wu Xiaode placed the blade in front of Emperor Bai, turning the blade to show him the mottled bloodstains, and said with an apologetic face,

"See this? I was fooling you."

—"Infinite Assessment" activated instantaneously, and the one-on-one battle resumed!

As the two figures collided, they struck at each other with fists and feet, neither defending, leading to blood splashing everywhere.

After dozens of ferocious and fast attacks, one figure was thrown out of the bar’s front door, landing on the street outside.

It was Wu Xiaode!

Emperor Bai said indifferently, "Lowly lies must be paid for with your life."

Wu Xiaode rolled up from the ground, bursting into wild laughter.

The expression on Emperor Bai’s face changed, and he rushed out the door, entangling in a fight with Wu Xiaode once more.

Both exhibited exceptional martial arts styles, evidently having mastered countless combat skills and understanding numerous fighting techniques.

—However, Emperor Bai had the upper hand.

"My boxing is much stronger than yours!"

He roared loudly, dodging Wu Xiaode’s punch, swept his leg across, and directly kicked Wu Xiaode flying.

Wu Xiaode flew tens of meters, crashing into the surrounding wall.

Spurt!

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The health bar harshly dropped several notches, then struggled to rebound.

Only rebounded halfway.

Ultimately, that kick was too heavy, and he lost one and a half bars of blood.

Wu Xiaode bent over, hands on his knees, and once again burst into uncontrollable laughter.

He seemed not to care even about his own injuries, much less about being utterly outmatched by his opponent, laughing heartily from beginning to end.

"Humans are truly pitiful, when facing despair, aside from begging for mercy, some actually go mad,"

Emperor Bai pulled out a handkerchief, meticulously wiping the blood stained on his hands, and spoke arrogantly.

Wu Xiaode chuckled heartily, seemingly too overjoyed, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter once again.

Emperor Bai couldn’t stand it anymore.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked.

Wu Xiaode extended his hand, counting on his fingers, "Just now you used Iron Wire Fist, Tan Leg, Chain Palm, even Tai Chi and the Thirty-Six Wu-style Hand Blades, each move already at the peak of perfection."

"Correct, I have many more techniques, killing you doesn’t even require me to use all of them," Emperor Bai said.

"So, you have already become a human," Wu Xiaode said.

Emperor Bai froze.

All the mysterious lives spectating had been chatting noisily, but they all shut their mouths at this moment.

Deathly silence.

Suddenly.

Emperor Bai bellowed angrily, "I am the emperor of the Mystical Abyss, endowed with countless mysterious powers, now merely temporarily trapped in a human shell!"

Wu Xiaode pointed at him and said, "You wear human clothes, speak human language, fight with human martial arts — who dare say you’re not a human?"

"I have slaughtered a human village," Emperor Bai said.

"That’s just serial killing," Wu Xiaode nodded in realization, "we humans have a place for you—"

"Well, in what you think you have mastered, you believe yourself to be a higher being than humans, but you don’t know that you have become a vessel of human civilization, you have been assimilated by us ’humans’, though perhaps a bit murderous, yet all your characteristics signify that you’ve become a qualified ’human.’ Welcome, brother."

Emperor Bai turned pale.

Become a human?

No.

But why did a flicker of fear cross his mind?

This fear was not for his life, but an inexplicable, indescribable thing.

"I am not human! Watch me kill you!"

He charged at Wu Xiaode with all his might.

At this moment, the entire world shook violently.

A message surfaced in the minds of all living beings:

"Wind Disaster has passed, Fire Disaster begins."

"This is the second stage of the Primordial Tribulation: Wind, Fire, Earth, Water."

"Strive to survive."

In the sky.

All the clouds dispersed.

Ten suns hung high in the azure expanse above.

—Ten Suns in the Sky!

The air became scorching.

An unprecedented sense of crisis emerged in the hearts of all living beings.

All the mysterious lives scattered in a rush, searching for places to hide from the blazing sun.

Emperor Bai hesitated briefly, then continued charging towards Wu Xiaode, shouting:

"Killing you before taking refuge isn’t too late!"

Wu Xiaode, unhurried, assumed a fighting stance on the spot.

"You want to play? Then I’ll play to the end with you."

As he spoke, he gazed into the void.

Rows of ice crystal letters had already appeared:

"One hundred fifty-seven boxing styles have all been sacrificed to the ’Earth Split’ Fist, and your personalized style has been completed on the Wall of Sighs."

"A boxing style that fits your personality has been born, named as follows:"

"Old Flow Python."

"This is a pioneering form of Python Fist."