CHAPTER 360: CHAPTER 246 BREAK COCOON CHRYSALIS

Cong Shixiang ate the Rust Pill; not only was he unharmed, but he could even cause weapons to rust.

Startled, Li Banfeng didn’t think twice and immediately struck a match, throwing it at Cong Shixiang.

Mists of alcohol lingered. Cong Shixiang’s body burst into flames, the grease on him sizzling and smoking.

He tore off the rapidly charring flesh from his body and swallowed it, flames and all.

In terms of taste, Cong Shixiang was quite satisfied. He took a deep breath, inhaled all the flames on his body and the surrounding alcohol mist, then spewed it back at Li Banfeng.

Avoiding this gout of flame wasn’t difficult, but Li Banfeng didn’t dare get close again.

He wasn’t sure what else Cong Shixiang could spew out, nor what he might eat.

Cong Shixiang charged Li Banfeng again. Li Banfeng maintained a ten-meter distance, skirmishing with him. Ren Wenlie shouted, "You’re a strong young man, yet you dare not confront an old man head-on?"

Li Banfeng was filled with guilt. Amidst this guilt, Cong Shixiang cut off his retreat.

He heard Cong Shixiang shout, "When heroes meet on a narrow path..."

It was the Uniform Rule Technique. If Cong Shixiang finished that sentence, Li Banfeng would be compelled to charge and clash with him head-on.

If it came to a direct confrontation, Li Banfeng wouldn’t last a single round. He would not only lose his life, but his corpse would also be eaten by Cong Shixiang.

Luckily, Li Banfeng was prepared. He suddenly started singing, "The moon is bright, the wind is calm, the leaves shade the window lattice..."

In his urgency, Li Banfeng could only think of this song; he sang a lullaby.

But this song packed a punch. Firstly, Li Banfeng was quite familiar with this place. Secondly, he had just come from the manor and was in good physical condition, so his Deep Mansion Courtyard Technique was executed perfectly.

At the sound of the song, Ren Wenlie could hardly resist drowsiness and almost fell asleep. The Literature Cultivator’s Uniform Rule Technique failed to activate, and the Virtue Cultivation’s Ethical Act Technique was also disrupted.

Dealing with Ren Wenlie wasn’t difficult, but Cong Shixiang was not so easy to handle.

Li Banfeng’s singing had no effect on him. Due to the vast difference in combat strength, Li Banfeng was forced to retreat into the stockade. With one kick, Cong Shixiang smashed the stockade gate to pieces, cornering Li Banfeng against the wooden house wall in two steps.

The Foolish Cultivation Technique is ineffective, and the Deep Mansion Courtyard Technique is also futile. What on earth can deal with him?

Li Banfeng scrambled onto the roof. Cong Shixiang tried to follow but slipped and fell.

Tea suddenly welled up beneath Cong Shixiang’s feet. As he rose from the ground, he found the skin on his limbs rapidly peeling off in the tea. Li Banfeng stood atop the roof, continuously rubbing the Teapot between his hands.

This tea intensely repelled Cong Shixiang; the grease on his body sloughed off incessantly in it.

Li Banfeng worried Cong Shixiang would simply smash through the wooden house, in which case Li Banfeng, too, would lose his footing.

But Cong Shixiang ignored the wooden house. Focused solely on escaping the tea’s range, he collided with the barrier.

BANG!

The Old Teapot trembled in Li Banfeng’s hands.

The last time it trembled like this was when he encountered Qiu Luoye. Li Banfeng asked, "Is this man’s strength comparable to Qiu Luoye’s?"

The Old Teapot coughed twice. "He’s slightly weaker. I estimate I can withstand three to five more blows. Young man, this monster doesn’t possess much Spiritual Wisdom. He can only be outsmarted, not overpowered."

This Eldest Senior Brother indeed lacked intelligence. Had he the intellect of a normal person, Li Banfeng would have been dead long ago.

BANG! BANG!

Cong Shixiang relentlessly kicked and punched the barrier, prompting Li Banfeng to quickly interrupt the Teapot’s technique.

Just moments ago, the tea hadn’t risen above his knees, but Cong Shixiang’s trousers were now clearly looser, as if he had lost a considerable amount of flesh.

Now that the tea had receded, Cong Shixiang’s movements slowed. His agility was significantly diminished, and his resistance weakened. Li Banfeng hacked and burned, ripping chunks of flesh from his body. Cong Shixiang staggered; the battle seemed near its end.

The swaying Cong Shixiang suddenly pounced toward a cow by the stockade gate.

This was the cow Niu Guangda had left at the gate. Cong Shixiang opened his mouth and stuffed the entire cow’s head into it.

Impossible!

The cow’s head was larger than Cong Shixiang’s, not to mention the horns. How did he manage to stuff it into his mouth?

This isn’t the time to dwell on such things. Li Banfeng got behind Cong Shixiang and executed Trample Over Thousands of Rivers. He stomped the ground, shattering stones. The fragments struck Cong Shixiang’s head and body, seemingly inflicting some damage.

Cong Shixiang ignored it, continuing to devour the cow’s body at astonishing speed.

Li Banfeng saw clearly: before entering Cong Shixiang’s mouth, the cow’s body was compressed into a meatball.

Cong Shixiang’s mouth opened to a grotesque extent. The skin on his face stretched several feet, and his jawbone descended to his navel.

Li Banfeng brandished the sickle and chopped down on Cong Shixiang’s head.

A pair of horns sprouted from Cong Shixiang’s head, catching Li Banfeng’s sickle.

He turned and kicked out with a newly formed hoof, sending Li Banfeng flying over ten meters away.

So, eating a cow lets him take on its traits!

Fortunately, he hasn’t fully recovered; that kick wasn’t too powerful. Li Banfeng scrambled to his feet, only to see Cong Shixiang had devoured the entire cow.

Still unsatiated, he turned to look at Ren Wenlie.

Ren Wenlie, expression composed, grabbed his junior martial brother Jiang Shirong beside him and threw him toward Cong Shixiang.

Cong Shixiang grabbed Jiang Shirong by the head and a leg. With a twist, he contorted Jiang Shirong like a rope, then rolled him into a ball, compressing him thoroughly before stuffing him into his mouth.

So that was Ren Wenlie’s purpose in bringing his junior martial brothers!

The remaining two junior martial brothers, seeing this, turned to flee, but Ren Wenlie roared, "On the battlefield, cowards die!"