Heavenly Lord Asura

Chapter 10: Zhanlong River

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The rain is drizzling and the air is hazy!

Thunder and lightning struck the sky, and the lingering sound seemed to break through the dark sky and bring back the light!

"Long He, you are not dead?!" Wutan raised his head and pushed aside the wet hair in front of his forehead. His black gemstone-like eyes were filled with endless grief. A murderous intent surged from his depths, and his voice was icy and chilling.

If it weren't for the person in front of him, grandpa wouldn't have died, the villagers wouldn't have died, and the village wouldn't have been destroyed. Everything was caused by him!

Long He didn't say anything. He was controlled by Huo Shi and was now just a puppet, a walking corpse. His consciousness no longer existed and only his body remained. Even if a piece of flesh was cut or a bone was broken, it would not cause him pain. He had no feeling at all!

"What benefit did Huo Shi give you that was worth betraying the villagers you had lived with for more than ten years? Dozens of villagers died tragically in one day, their bodies were mutilated, they died with their eyes wide open, where is your conscience?!"

At this moment, Wutan was so angry that he didn't notice Long He's abnormality. Seeing his cold expression and walking towards him step by step, he thought that he was blinded by greed and stubborn, and his murderous intention became even stronger.

He gently placed the bones in his arms on the ground, as if he was protecting a baby, with very gentle movements. This was the only thing his grandfather left behind, the proof of his existence, and it could not be damaged.

"Grandpa, Long He is the first one. I will kill him to bury him with you. No, he is not worthy of being buried with you. He is only worthy of being eaten by wild beasts." Wutan carefully wiped the water stains and black ash off the bones. He wanted to kill this unscrupulous man!

Xiaotian was lying on his head, his narrow eyes glaring at the opposite side with hatred, and he was eager to try. The last time Longhe pushed Wutan into the cliff, he still remembered that this person was a target that must be killed.

Wutan stopped it and did not let it take action, because this was his battle, a battle on behalf of everyone in Long Village. He wanted to kill this man for the dead villagers and grandfather, and to mourn the souls of those who died tragically!

"boom!"

With one step forward, mud and water splashed everywhere, and the ground washed by rain had several cracks. With the help of this force, Wu Tian jumped up, the energy in his body surged, and his five fingers clenched into fists, making a crackling sound and emitting white light.

As soon as he made a move, Wutan used his vital energy to wrap his fist, greatly increasing its power.

He had to do this because, firstly, Long He's cultivation was too high. Although he had lost an arm, he could not compare with him in terms of actual combat experience, which made Wu Tian very afraid. Secondly, his grandfather's blood feud and the tragic scene in the village made him extremely angry and almost lost his mind. He only knew to do his best to kill the person in front of him.

The fist was shining like a small moon, releasing astonishing sharpness. Wutan swooped down and blasted forward angrily. The rain in this place was evaporated. He had exerted his strength to the peak!

Long He stood there, without any emotion, without any heartbeat, and the aura he exuded was like that of a dead person, without any sign of life. His empty eyes were like two black holes, very scary.

At this time, he moved, very quickly, like a ghost, and arrived in an instant. He raised his big green hand, without any energy flowing out, and collided with the fist just by relying on the strength of his flesh.

There was no terrible air wave, but Wutan retreated again and again, leaving inch-deep footprints on the ground. His body shook, and he exerted force with his feet, sinking deep into the mud, and barely managed to stabilize his body.

He was shocked. The gap in realm could not be made up by external force. Long He already had one hand disabled, but his strength was still so strong. He did not use his energy to reach this level. After a punch, he did not move at all. It was really scary!

"Don't be afraid if you only have one hand to use!"

Wu Tian moved again, his feet not touching the ground, and he rushed away violently. His palms were like knives, and the light was shining, as if the moonlight was possessed, making him look extremely sacred.

After fighting with many monsters for a month, escaping was a common occurrence, so his speed increased significantly. Now the result of his hard training finally showed.

Long He looked like the god of death, his eyes cold as he stared at the figure rushing towards him, and uttered two harsh words: "Capture him alive!"

"Capture alive?! You want to capture me alive? Capture me alive for the Fire World? You... are really crazy and hopeless." Wutan was furious, and the essence in his sea of qi rolled and surged out like a tide.

With a furious palm, he slapped directly at Long He's face. The energy gushed out and the light was dazzling, like a divine weapon passing by. This place became a void area, and the rain stopped falling and stagnated in the air.

Taking a step back, Long He crossed his legs, drawing a trail and calmly avoided it. Then he spread out his five fingers, like eagle claws, and grabbed Wutan's head, swiftly and fiercely!

"The master ordered to capture him alive." He murmured, changed his momentum, grabbed Wutan's shoulders, and wanted to capture him alive.

People who are trained to be puppets have no consciousness and only know how to obey the orders of their masters and act according to instructions. However, this gives Wutan plenty of time to escape and fight back.

At this moment, Wutan slightly tilted his body and narrowly avoided the attack. Then, his palm, which was full of energy, was terribly sharp and chopped back.

With a "bang", Wu Tian staggered and took a few steps back. This palm strike really hit Long He's armpit. He wanted to cripple his hand as well, which would greatly reduce his strength and make it much easier to kill him.

But he was very surprised. The palm blade wrapped in essence could pierce gold and split stone, but Long He's arm seemed to be made of fine steel and could not be shaken at all, and there was even a sense of coldness on his skin.

This kind of cold is not the coldness when it rains in the winter, but it is like ice, chilling to the touch, and even giving a creepy feeling!

This, only a dead person would do this, is Long He already dead

Wu Tian pulled back the wet hair in front of his forehead and carefully checked Long He's physical condition. Finally, his face changed and he saw the clue. His eyes were empty, his expression was wooden, his chest was not beating, and he was not breathing. This meant that the person in front of him was dead, his soul no longer existed, and what was left was just an empty shell.

"Being controlled and turned into a puppet?!"

This puppet technique was recorded in the animal skin scroll. It used powerful skills to erase the souls of others, turning them into a hollow shell that was no different from a dead person.

This practice is very cruel, and few people would do this unless they are extremely cruel and heinous.

This technique is actually similar to Wu Tian's control of the Yuan-swallowing Frog, but one has both consciousness and soul, and can act normally, while the other has become a living dead, and even after complete death, it cannot be reincarnated.

"Roar!"

Before he could think too much, Long He let out a roar like a wild beast, and a strange light flashed in his empty eyes. He stomped his feet hard on the ground, opened his arms like a roc spreading its wings, landed in front of him, and slapped him with one palm.

This palm had no dazzling light and no overbearing momentum. It was very ordinary, but the space here became stagnant.

Wutan's heart was racing. He felt a strong sense of crisis. That ordinary palm gave him extremely heavy pressure!

At this moment, he finally understood why Long He did not use his vital energy. The controlled puppet had no intelligence and could only use physical strength and attack instinctively.

No matter what he thought, his reaction was not slow at all. When the palm was approaching, Wutan bent his knees and leaned back to avoid the sharp edge.

With a "clang" sound, he drew out the black dagger from his waist, and his energy gushed out, emitting a blazing light.

This time, he stabbed his dagger at Long He's armpit again. He knew that only by crippling his other arm would he have a chance of winning.

“clang!”

A metallic tremor sounded, and Wutan was knocked back by a huge force, but there was a gleam of light in his dark eyes. Drops of black blood dripped from the tip of the dagger, making the dagger look more hideous.

This attack was not without effect. At least it cut the hard skin and made the blood flow.

"You have really been trained to be a puppet!" Wutan looked at each other coldly. The armpit is a very fragile part of the human body. If it is injured, it will definitely be extremely painful. But Long He had no expression on his face, and he didn't even move his eyelids. His body had no consciousness.

Wutan was filled with sorrow, as he betrayed the villagers, only to be turned into a puppet. Man proposes, God disposes. Long He probably knew in the end that he was already a lamb to be slaughtered, at the mercy of others!

His body moved violently, and he went behind Long He. The dagger in his right hand was glowing with a faint light, and it stabbed directly into the wound under his armpit, causing black blood to spurt out.

Long He roared, his black hair flying, like a devil, ferocious and terrifying. He completely ignored his injuries and grabbed Wutan's arm with his big hand. With a crisp click, the arm was broken immediately!

"hiss!"

As waves of pain came, Wutan couldn't help but take a breath and endure the piercing pain. His veins bulged and his left hand's energy surged, like a hammer, smashing down suddenly.

Under the tremendous force, the front end of the dagger penetrated deep into the shoulder. Wutan grabbed the dagger with lightning speed and spun it with all his strength. His arm fell off and black blood gushed out from his shoulder like a fountain!

All this happened in an instant. Wutan finally removed Longhe's other hand. Although his arm was broken and he lost his fighting ability, his goal had been achieved. The dagger could not withstand the load and broke into two pieces!

“Roar…”

Long He roared continuously with a hideous look on his face. It was not because of the pain, but because he had not been able to complete the task assigned by his master for a long time. He became impatient. He kicked the broken arm on the ground and used it as a weapon, sweeping it out.

“You deserve to die!”

Wutan spat out three cold words, and instead of retreating, he advanced, clenched his left hand into a fist and punched out. With a "bang", his arm exploded, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. He came in front of him in three steps, and his fist shone brightly, illuminating the sky!

This time, his target was Long He's eyes. Now he couldn't kill him with one blow, so he chose human weakness. Losing his eyes was equivalent to losing his target, and it would be much easier to kill him.

The eyes were the most vulnerable, and Wu Tian's attack contained all his strength, landing accurately on his right eye, causing black blood to splatter and the eyeball to explode. Then he pulled back and hit his left eye again.

"boom!"

This blow shattered Long He's entire eye socket. Wu Tian took advantage of the situation and did not show mercy. He stretched out his index finger, which was shining brightly, like a peerless sword unearthed. It clanged and pierced his ears, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

His eyes and ears were destroyed in an instant. Although Long He felt nothing and acted as if nothing had happened, he was no longer a threat after losing these two things. Wutan was gasping for breath beside him.

Although all this seems simple, only the person involved knows how difficult it is to make so many attacks continuously in a short period of time. If it were not for the previous month's training, he believed that he would not be able to do it.

(End of this chapter)