Chapter 125: The Indomitable Plunger (Fresh)

Wei Chen’s instincts kicked in as he sensed real danger coming from Murong Xuanji’s powerful new form. Even though he knew this state would be temporary and that Murong Xuanji should not be able to maintain it for long, during this time the power was enough to threaten Wei Chen’s life.

“God damn it… why do those hypocritical righteous types always know some demonic path forbidden techniques? Is this some kind of standard, or is it a must have?” Wei Chen muttered as he scratched his head in annoyance.

On Murong Xuanji’s side, he looked at the fifty kilometer tall battle formation and let out a sneer.

“Heh… I do not know how you got your hands on my Murong Clan Battle Asura formation diagram, but this diagram is only meant for the warrior slaves of my clan to use.” Murong Xuanji extended his hand toward the fifty kilometer colossal spiritual qi construct.

Zhang Niu, who was at the center of the formation, felt his eyes constrict. This was the formation that he and his people knew well and had trained with until reaching near perfection.

Did this bastard Murong Xuanji mean that this formation was nothing more than something the Murong Clan prepared for slaves?

Did that not mean…

Murong Xuanji continued, “Let me ask you this….” His hand moved in a specific pattern before he bit his finger and let a drop of blood seep out.

“If a master gives weapons to slaves, what kind of weapon would it be?” Faster than anyone noticed, Murong Xuanji suddenly flew toward the chest of the green spiritual qi construct.

Bam!

He slammed his palm, along with that drop of blood, onto the chest of the spiritual qi construct.

Suddenly, cracks began to appear on the chest and spread outward, moving from the chest to the abdomen, then to the arms and legs, and finally to the head of the spiritual qi construct.

Booooom!

The green spiritual qi construct suddenly exploded as the formation became unable to maintain itself. It was as if the palm and blood acted as a remote control that sent a signal for the Battle Asura Formation to self-destruct.

It seemed as though some kind of self destruction protocol had been programmed into the formation.

Zhang Niu and his brothers, who were controlling the formation, received the backlash. However, they were already dead, so there were no injuries or deaths. Their materialized bodies simply lost power, forcing them to return to the underworld.

If Zhang Niu and his brothers had been normal humans, they would have already died from the severe backlash, their bodies exploding into blood mist.

Murong Xuanji sneered, watching the flickering forms of the deathless legion disappear with amusement as he continued.

“Of course, if a master gives weapons to slaves, those weapons will always contain something that allows the master to easily control or counter them.”

He looked at Wei Chen, who was watching from afar.

“Now… it is you alone, vagabond!” Murong Xuanji spat the words with hatred before rushing toward Wei Chen, his body overflowing with killing intent.

Wei Chen’s eyes constricted. Murong Xuanji was many times faster than before.

Wei Chen quickly activated his underworld bone claws to defend. He deliberately increased the spiritual qi flowing into both claws, making them far stronger than before.

The first step in understanding an enemy is to test them, and Wei Chen intended to do exactly that. His eyes never left Murong Xuanji. The incoming attack was like the maw of a beast. He had to stare back at it and see clearly how the beast intended to bite, so he could prepare for it.

Judging from the speed and the spiritual qi infused into the palm strike, this was the strongest attack he had ever faced. Wei Chen immediately poured even more spiritual qi into his claws to reinforce their defense before the strike landed.

Booom! Clank!!

The claws cracked and could only hold for a second before breaking.

“Pfffttt!” Wei Chen took the full force of the backlash and spat out blood. It felt as if his chest had been struck by a heavy hammer. The muscles in both his arms screamed as if he had severely overexerted himself while lifting weights. His fingers felt as though they were being clamped tight by a medieval thumbscrew.

The pain was slightly less than when he fought Elder Ming back when he was still at the Foundation Establishment realm.

His body was sent flying, crashing through many trees along the way. Surprisingly, the trees hurt far less than the palm strike he had just received.

Wei Chen quickly stabilized himself, planting his feet on the ground and using it to slow down and steady his body.

But the moment he regained his balance, another powerful palm strike descended toward him.

Booom!

The palm strike slammed into the ground, exploding the earth and sending dust billowing into the air. Murong Xuanji pursued him closely. This power and speed were clearly beyond the Void Refining realm.

This power should be at the Great Ascension realm. No, it should be at the peak of Great Ascension realm. Or perhaps even beyond it.

Wei Chen used his Shadowless Reaper Step to retreat. His numerous clones confused Murong Xuanji, buying him enough time to pull back.

“You…” Wei Chen uttered. “You should have already reached the Great Ascension realm. Why has heaven not forced you to ascend?” Wei Chen asked. Even though he already had a theory in his mind, he wanted to ask to confirm it.

Under the canopy of the vast forest sea, Wei Chen stood facing Murong Xuanji beneath the bright moonlight filtering through the trees.

Wei Chen noticed Murong Xuanji smiling. He seemed to be relishing his current state and the experience it brought. Murong Xuanji slowly walked toward Wei Chen, his blood red hair and eyes glinting with a promise of destruction and cruelty.

“Oh… That is because this is only a pseudo state. I do not even know the true power of my current cultivation. But as long as it brings me victory, I do not care,” Murong Xuanji said.

“Heh…” Wei Chen snorted. “I think you should care a little. All of those demonic path forbidden techniques you used by draining the lives of your warriors and using them as fuel to maintain this state?”

Wei Chen smiled. This smile gave Murong Xuanji an ominous feeling. It was not the smile of the weak toward the strong. It was the smile of a predator who saw its prey obediently walk into its trap.

“It has already been publicly broadcast. Do you think people will still view the Murong Clan the same after this?” he asked, a mocking smile appearing on his face. “I do not think so. You and your clan’s reputation are finished, you hypocrite,” Wei Chen sneered.

Hearing this, Murong Xuanji suddenly remembered that this vagabond possessed an artifact capable of broadcasting everything to the world.

If what this vagabond said was true, then this meant…

Murong Xuanji gritted his teeth. He needed to kill this damned vagabond first, then try to salvage whatever he could afterward.

His smile grew crueler. “Maybe… maybe my reputation is already ruined. But you… you will not live past today!”

Murong Xuanji suddenly vanished. He truly wanted to kill Wei Chen now. His body reappeared behind Wei Chen, but what met him was—

A powerful fist. Wei Chen put his full strength into it as it went straight for Murong Xuanji’s face.

Booom!

The punch connected, knocking several of Murong Xuanji’s front teeth out. The fist struck half his nose and half his mouth, drawing blood from both. The force sent Murong Xuanji flying backward, his body crashing through many trees before finally stopping.

After a moment, he slowly walked out of the dust and smoke left by the destruction. His face was covered in blood, with a red fist mark clearly imprinted on it.

“How… how did you know where I would reappear?” Murong Xuanji asked. He believed that Wei Chen could not have seen him.

Wei Chen smirked. “Judging by your personality, I knew you were a show off. I bet you would try to reappear behind me to flaunt your superiority, because your ego demands it. What I did was just a bit of gambling on your f*cked up personality.”

After hearing this explanation, Murong Xuanji felt no enlightenment at all. Instead, he felt pure rage. He had to kill this bastard. He had to kill him in the cruelest way possible.

Seeing his rage-filled opponent, Wei Chen was not afraid at all. Even though he could not compare to his opponent’s raw power, that was because he had a helper.

A ripple of space opened, and a simple wooden handle appeared from it.

Murong Xuanji rushed toward Wei Chen in anger. “No artifact or weapon will help you now! You and I are far too different in terms of power!”

Wei Chen did not respond. He simply pulled the mysterious handle out.

The long, simple wooden handle had, at its end, a red cylindrical rubber piece with a strange orange substance sealed inside its bowl-like cylinder shape.

“The Indomitable Plunger (Fresh)” appeared before the eyes of the cultivators throughout the world once again.

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