CHAPTER 344: CHAPTER 222: WHEN DIVINE BEINGS BATTLE, MORTALS SUFFER

Just as Sun Yan was driving towards the scene of the incident, the Immortal Vine Cultivator and Liao Fan had already escalated their confrontation to a life-threatening stage in the alleyway.

The Five Emperors Coins in Liao Fan’s eyes continuously emitted black fire, which was not actual fire but appeared extremely ethereal.

Anything that came into contact with this black fire would visibly show signs of aging and withering.

Even though the body of the Immortal Vine Cultivator could produce endless branches, it still could not gain the upper hand in the tug-of-war with Liao Fan.

Meanwhile, the black fire was about to engulf the Immortal Vine Cultivator.

The Fat Monk silently chanted scriptures, and a faint golden light emanated from his body, temporarily protecting him from the impact of the Exorcism Witch Fire.

"This Immortal Vine Cultivator is indeed extraordinary. Under Master Li’s deliberate nurturing over the years, Liao Fan has become a Curse-Defying Calamity Living Body. Once he unleashes the Exorcism Object, few can rival him. Among the Eight Great Vajra, Liao Fan is also the most troublesome, yet this Immortal Vine Cultivator can still contend with him. The life force within this guy is so strong that he can withstand the power of Exorcism Skills."

The Fat Monk stared at the Immortal Vine Cultivator, secretly alarmed.

If he were to handle this guy alone, he might not be able to stand up to him, even if he could avoid being sucked dry like those unlucky black men.

But capturing this guy and bringing him back to report would be absolutely impossible.

After all, the person in front of him, who has integrated with the overseas Immortal Vine over the years, was personally selected and nurtured by Xu Fu back in the day.

If it were so easy to deal with, Xu Fu wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble.

"Using an Exorcism Object to cultivate a Calamity Living Body? You really have a strange mindset. Surely, many people have died to raise such a Curse-Defying Calamity Living Body.

I, Yang Shengsi, despise your kind of treacherous heretics the most. Since you’ve sought me out, there’s no way I’m letting you leave alive."

The Immortal Vine Cultivator shouted loudly, the branches on his body grew even more vigorous, wrapping around Liao Fan furiously, soon concealing Liao Fan entirely from view.

At this moment, even the Exorcism Witch Fire couldn’t burn through Yang Shengsi’s branches, causing the squinting Fat Monk to open his eyes wide in shock, his face pale.

"How, how is it possible!"

"Did you think I was doing nothing in the Blood Coffin all these years?" Yang Shengsi let out a cold laugh.

The Fat Monk reacted half a beat late. The branches attached to his arms suddenly exploded, enveloping both of his arms completely.

Needle-like spikes penetrated the Fat Monk’s body effortlessly, and the golden light on his skin offered no resistance whatsoever, as fragile as paper.

"No!"

As he felt his blood being uncontrollably absorbed by Yang Shengsi, his once stout arms shrunk visibly.

The Fat Monk cried out in terror.

His previously calm demeanor finally succumbed to the fear of death at this moment.

Who could have thought that even with two of the Eight Great Vajra acting together, they couldn’t take down this Immortal Vine Cultivator who had been confined in the Blood Coffin for years.

The Fat Monk punched Yang Shengsi’s head, but it was of no use, as his shoulders, chest, abdomen—one by one—deflated like a balloon as his blood drained away.

In just a few breaths, the Fat Monk had turned into a desiccated corpse on the spot.

"What a monster... even the big monk died without any power to fight back."

At this moment, three Westerners in white robes emerged from around the corner of the alley, holding silver scimitars, and stared at the desiccated Fat Monk in shock.

As members of the Evil God Council, they were somewhat acquainted with the Eight Great Vajra under the Fourth Speaker.

Each of the Eight Great Vajra is incredibly powerful and not something ordinary Exorcists could contend with.

Yet now, they died without any resistance.

"Never mind that, we must take this person away. The Third Speaker has given an ultimatum: capture this person at all costs."

The leading Westerner stated solemnly, then pulled a silver Cross Necklace from his pocket.

"Any Evil Spirit or Divine Spirit will be shattered before our unwavering faith by the Holy Light."

"Go, while the two are locked in a standoff, unable to free their hands!"

Just as the three Westerners were about to move, a lazy voice suddenly came from the side.

"Are you the ones sent by the Third Speaker? You sure talk a lot. This belongs to Master Li, no one can touch it. If you don’t want to die, leave now, and I might let you live."

These three Westerners never expected anyone else beside them. They turned their heads to see a girl in a dark gothic outfit sitting on the wall of the alley.

She sat in a very wild manner, like a little thug.

Her dead fish eyes were painted with heavy black circles, looking as if she was barely clinging to life.

She looked like a delinquent girl who skipped school and was up to no good.

"Who is she? Is she with the big monk?"

"I don’t know, never seen her before."

"Kill her."

The Westerner suddenly pulled a Desert Eagle from his pocket and pulled the trigger at the woman.

The Gothic girl sneered, yawning spitefully: "Such a bore, you’re digging your own grave."

She raised her right hand, and a flying dagger with an iron chain shot out, deflecting the bullet mid-air, and the dagger point instantly pierced the throat of the white-robed man who fired the gun, slashing his neck on the spot.

"You!" the white-robed man had no ability to resist, only widening his eyes in hatred as he fell to the ground.

He never thought that as an elite under the Third Speaker, he would die without being able to fight back.

The other two white-robed men finally reacted and their expressions changed drastically.

They were well aware of their companion’s abilities, but the fact that he died so easily indicated that this little girl on the wall was far more formidable than she appeared.

They underestimated her!

"Since I’ve already killed one, it doesn’t matter if I kill two more. Besides, your Third Speaker dared to lay hands on Master Li, and he’s not very pleased. Killing you doesn’t matter either."

The Gothic girl muttered to herself, her expression growing more excited as she jumped off the wall, wielding sharp knives in both hands, and lunged at the remaining two white-robed men.

The white-robed men hurriedly counterattacked, but they realized the agility and sharpness of the girl’s attacks were far superior to theirs.

After just a few moves, the girl’s blades effortlessly sliced their throats, adding two more corpses to the ground.

"Feeling better now~"

The Gothic girl happily twirled the dagger chains, taking short steps towards the motionless Yang Shengsi and Liao Fan.

"You two better give me some reaction, whether you win or lose, so I have an idea. Or should I just kill you both? Either way, it’ll satisfy Master Li."

The girl grinned innocuously, laughing maniacally.