Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 152 - 124 Thousand Hands into Sword!

Chapter 152: Chapter 124 Thousand Hands into Sword!

A monster was perched atop the imperial palace.

It was a massive spider, its body covered with human face patterns.

It had eight symmetrical eyes, neatly arranged at the front of its head, opening and closing intermittently, monitoring the surroundings.

Its abdomen’s two fine short legs intertwined and rubbed together, weaving barely visible green threads.

"We need to finish the fight quickly; it has consumed too many souls and is evolving," the White Tiger said.

"Evolving... what will happen?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"See those green threads?" the White Tiger said.

"I see them," Wu Xiaode said.

"Those are threads of a higher level. Once it completes its evolution, those threads will turn into a web, spreading in all directions, and it will detect anything that approaches," the White Tiger explained.

"That does sound troublesome..." Wu Xiaode muttered.

At that moment, he and the White Tiger were crouched on a lush towering tree at a street corner hundreds of meters away, staring distantly at the monster atop the palace—

the soul’s mourner.

"With this distance, we should be out of its attack range, right?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Nearly four hundred meters away, as long as it doesn’t target us specifically, it won’t be able to reach us," the White Tiger said.

"Good."

Wu Xiaode had a thought.

Suddenly, a pair of Demon Hands appeared out of the Void.

"How should we attack?" the White Tiger asked.

"Those Chang Ghosts we collected earlier, which ones can deal with this Spider Demon?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"All of them together could wound it, but remember, it is actually a ’Death God.’ It can trigger its ’Death God’ abilities to fight anytime, and if that happens, these Chang Ghosts wouldn’t do much damage," the White Tiger seriously explained.

"What about inside its body?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"What?" the White Tiger thought he hadn’t heard clearly.

"I mean— if we attack from inside its body, could we kill it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"... Inside its body, then several of the monsters we just collected could indeed defeat it," the White Tiger said.

"Let me try," Wu Xiaode said.

"How will you try? Could you transform into a male Spider Demon?" the White Tiger asked with interest.

"What are you thinking?" Wu Xiaode was puzzled.

"You aren’t—"

"Ah, I see you’re not right."

"You’re the one who isn’t right, what did you mean by that?"

"This is what I meant."

Wu Xiaode stood still on the branch while two Demon Hands quietly descended, stopping in front of the White Tiger.

"Put the Chang Ghosts on it," Wu Xiaode said.

"... The space is too small, not enough room," the White Tiger said.

"They’re all demons; pick one with strong and large physique to stand at the bottom, and stack the others on top," Wu Xiaode said.

"Let’s try it," the White Tiger said resignedly.

A monstrous creature with a deer body and the head and horns of a human five meters in length was released, its front legs pressed on one Demon Hand, and the back legs close together, also on the other Demon Hand.

"Maintain balance; don’t move, continue with the Chang Ghosts," Wu Xiaode said.

The White Tiger summoned a group of Winged Demons, having them all squat on the back of the deer-bodied monster, then summoned all the Snake Demons, hanging them from both horns.

The humanoid demons occupied the rear of the deer-bodied monster; to save space, they wrapped their arms around each other, striking various poses like acrobats, stacking up in layers.

On the neck of the deer-bodied monster, one Demon Ape tightly clung to its neck, its legs grabbed by a second Demon Ape and so on, with a total of seven Demon Apes encircling its neck motionlessly.

The deer-bodied monster shook its body.

"What’s wrong with it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"It’s too crowded, and your hands are a bit shaky; it’s struggling to maintain balance," the White Tiger said.

"Then I’ll make the Demon Hands fly more steadily."

Wu Xiaode made a gesture.

Two Demon Hands immediately supported the deer-bodied demon and the numerous demons coiled dozens of meters high on its back, flying toward the soul’s Prayer for Death with a slow yet firm posture.

It took a full four minutes.

Under the cover of the Demon Mist, the monster finally flew above the Spider Demon.

The fog was thick.

It was intangible and widespread, enveloping even the soul’s Prayer for Death.

"Attack?" White Tiger asked.

"I’ll go first, you follow. Are you ready?" Wu Xiaode said.

"I’m ready." White Tiger said.

Wu Xiaode stared at the soul’s Prayer for Death, his mind moved—

The two Demon Hands in mid-air vanished.

They appeared directly on the back of the giant Spider Demon, clasped together, fingertips pointing downward, conjuring a deep black sword shadow out of thin air!

As a pair of dirty magic hands, they could replace Wu Xiaode in executing attacks.

Such as Iron Wire Fist, the saber skills of Solitary Snow, and the swordsmanship of Long Moon Sparse Shadows.

However, Wu Xiaode had not fully mastered "Long Moon Sparse Shadows."

Thus, this sword style was crudely executed, forming merely an embryo—

but its power was still formidable!

The soul’s Prayer for Death was intently weaving a long green thread when a black sword shadow suddenly appeared on its back.

Caught off guard, the sword shadow struck like a swift thunderbolt, slashing a deep wound across its back.

The two Demon Hands vanished.

"Ah—"

The soul’s Prayer for Death let out a cry filled with agony.

However, aside from crying out, it had no time to react as the Chang Ghosts began to fall like leaves.

The Demon Snakes were the first to burrow into its flesh, swimming deeper into its body.

Then came various bug demons.

Upon landing in the wound, they immediately began tearing at the flesh.

At that moment, the human-headed deer-bodied demon fell down.

It burrowed inside the Spider Demon, rolling wildly, flinging all the remaining demons on its body out, clinging to the flesh and wreaking havoc.

The Spider Demon tried several times to set up defenses but was in so much pain that its body twitched uncontrollably, rolling off the roof of the palace.

Then, a voice suddenly sounded within it:

"Such a shameless sneak attack, it must be you, the bearer of the Death Ability."

—This was the voice of the Death God!

Wu Xiaode kept his mouth tightly shut, not saying a word.

When the Death God possessed ordinary human officers, it could turn a human’s body into a terrifying force.

Now it had possessed a formidable demon!

If it found his location, he might not be able to withstand its attack.

He tapped White Tiger.

Without hesitation, White Tiger pressed its paw into the Void—

Boom!

More Chang Ghosts materialized, circling in the silent Demon Mist, then attacked from behind the Spider Demon!

"Useless, death is merely the beginning of this demonic body’s burst of power..."

The Death God’s voice came from the belly of the Spider Demon.

It did not defend at all, simply hunting down Chang Ghosts one by one.

The battle began to turn into a one-sided massacre.

But since the Spider Demon did not defend, the Chang Ghosts were able to inflict some damage on it.

Together with the startling wound on its back—

The surface of the soul’s Prayer for Death began turning gray and white.

"It’s dying." Wu Xiaode said.

"But it doesn’t care," the White Tiger muttered, "It’s completely unafraid of death. Even after dying, it seems it can still use all of the Demon Spider’s powers, and even add the powers of a ’Death God’."

"Don’t think too much about it, it doesn’t know you exist, get ready —"

Wu Xiaode cautioned, "The moment it dies, see if we can turn the Demon Spider into a Chang Ghost."

"Yes." The White Tiger stared at the Demon Spider.

At some moment.

The massive Demon Spider turned completely gray.

It entered its dying moments!

The White Tiger leaped from the tree, quickly racing towards the Demon Spider.

— Must seize that last instant!

The voice of the Death God, like gusts of howling wind, carried from afar:

"I’ve said before, death means nothing to me, I can enhance all the battle power in this body by several times."

"Come out and meet your demise!"

As the words fell.

The Demon Spider’s body suddenly burst open with green threads, sweeping and spreading in all directions.

A massive funnel-shaped spider web formation was created.

All the Chang Ghosts that were active in the vicinity got stuck in the spider web, unable to launch any attacks.

Seeing this, the White Tiger immediately retreated tens of meters.

"Damn it, its life is about to be completely severed, but the power of the Death God on that web, I dare not approach!"

He anxiously transmitted his voice.

Wu Xiaode looked towards the soul’s Prayer for Death, only to see it covered in ash-gray, its limbs curled up tightly, barely moving.

— Isn’t it about to die?

Yet the skills it released were even more formidable.

Perhaps, even the Death God itself didn’t realize, this move successfully prevented the White Tiger from contesting control of the body.

No, we must find a way to let the White Tiger get close.

This is about everything!

A way—

What way?

There’s only one!

Wu Xiaode’s expression hardened, his mind emanating waves of a killing intent.

The moment he made up his mind—

Bronze limbs began to materialize out of the Void.

They clustered together in groups, forming lines as they flew towards the direction of the gigantic Demon Spider.

"White, once I make a move, you immediately take control of the Demon Spider’s body," Wu Xiaode transmitted his voice.

The White Tiger shook his head, sighing, "What attack are you going to use? It’s useless, this move of his is simply too powerful, there’s no—"

He didn’t finish his sentence.

Because a strange fluctuation began to appear in the Void.

The force driven by these fluctuations left the White Tiger in stunned uncertainty.

The Death God noticed too and disdainfully said:

"Is it that swordsmanship from earlier? Just another wound, completely useless to me!"

Wu Xiaode pursed his lips, remaining silent.

— Indeed, it was that swordsmanship.

But it wasn’t just one hand, but a thousand!

It’s like many things.

For instance—

A single ant, no one notices.

But what about a swarm of flesh-eating ants?

A quantitative change, silently transforming into a qualitative change.

Just like this sword style!

Although using this move will consume all Soul Power, it possesses an unimaginable force.

Wu Xiaode cautiously unleashed the power of that one move he mastered, making all things sequentially manifest.

At a certain moment.

He half-closed his eyes, chanting softly:

"Recalling the past, drinking atop the afternoon bridge,

Seated among the heroes.

A long ditch where the moon flows silently,

Under the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms,

The flute plays until dawn."

Before the words ended, the Book of the Dead suddenly flipped open, revealing rows of ice crystal small text:

"You have adjusted Thousand Hands to Violent Kill mode."

"All Soul Power exhausted."

"Be aware, you are about to release that sword technique!"

The Void burst open.

Amidst endless mist, countless bronze hands arranged in a long row suspended in mid-air, encircling the entire palace’s sky.

All the bronze hands pointed together, forming swords.

Sword Qi rose from the metallic fingers, howling as they cut through the air, intertwining, linking, and converging in the sky.

The entire sky turned a cyan color.

— This was the boundless sea of Sword Qi!

Even if the Soul Power was insufficient to wield this sword, by leveraging the overlap of a thousand sword moves, all the imperfections merged with each other, achieving the basic power of this move.

Wu Xiaode opened his eyes, roaring with all his might:

"Strike for me!!!"

The sky trembled.

All the cyan lights converged into a sword shadow that pierced the sky and the earth, pointing directly at the gigantic Demon Spider on the ground.

The voice of the Death God came from within the spider:

"Don’t think you can deal with me, I am—"

The world flashed.

The sword shadow descended like the moon falling down, turning into scattered sparse shadows.

The world turned into silence.

The wind like a rapid current, swept away the entire palace and all nearby buildings.

At that moment, the Prayer for Death of the soul spirit desperately released green threads, forming a flexible great shield from thin air.

Until then, the sound of the sword obliterating everything finally burst forth.

Boom!!!

The ground turned to gravel, all buildings crumbled, rushing towards the sky like waterfalls.

In that moment, the Demon Spider’s great shield seemed particularly ridiculous.

It held for less than a second before collapsing.

The Demon Spider let out a piercing scream.

It seemed as though it had been sliced by thousands of blades, its flesh and blood flowing with the Sword Qi towards the sky.

"White! Now’s the chance!"

Wu Xiaode shouted loudly.

"I’m on it!"

With a roar, the White Tiger lunged forward, leaping high, landing on the skeletal frame of the Demon Spider, and viciously bit into its bones.

Ghost Servant Skill—

Activated!

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