Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 343 - 304

Chapter 343: 304

The rain was still falling.

Wu Xiaode yawned while squatting on a historical stele.

The bronze One-eyed Giant had already made several kills in the sky, but it seemed there were too many enemies, so a bit more time was needed.

—— So, wait it is.

It wasn’t a long wait.

A corpse smashed down heavily under the historical stele.

Wu Xiaode narrowed his eyes to see that it was a fierce skeleton radiating golden light.

—— A high-level skeleton demon.

Ulysses popped out, ran to the corpse of the skeleton demon, and started tapping with a mallet.

"What are you doing? They are already dead, just leave it, don’t provoke public anger,"

Wu Xiaode advised.

"A level 120 skeleton demon, some parts of its body have turned to gold, and after obtaining it, a few more spells could be cast," Ulysses said reluctantly.

"Keep tapping!" Wu Xiaode insisted.

Ulysses then happily continued tapping on the shiny golden skeleton.

Thud!

Another high-level undead corpse fell.

——The bronze One-eyed Giant had entered the zone, killing all around.

Thud thud thud thud thud!

A succession of corpses fell, creating pits after pits on Undead Street.

Gradually, fewer corpses fell.

The battle was nearing its end.

Suddenly——

Only a loud "clang" was heard, and another starlight emerged in the Void.

The Book of the Dead opened accordingly:

"Current starlight: seven stars."

"At this moment you can opt to exit the hidden trial and receive a certain reward."

"Would you like to exit?"

"No," Wu Xiaode said.

Several lines of ice-crystal small script emerged:

"You have defeated all the questioning and challenging undead powerhouses, and the status of the Human Race has undergone some changes."

"——But in reality, the only interested beings in such low-level affairs below level 30 are the average high-level undead."

"Those truly powerful undead have no interest in it whatsoever."

"Because, to them, whether it’s the Human Race or any other race, they’re but dry bones piled beneath their thrones."

"Next, you might witness truly formidable beings."

All the small script faded away slowly.

The Book of the Dead turned a page.

On the walls of Sighs, countless mists of darkness wound ceaselessly.

Two lines of small script emerged:

"This place may be called an illusion, but this is only in relation to the main world’s history. In other words, if you die in this trial——"

"You are truly dead."

Wu Xiaode felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest, stood up from the historical stele, and said loudly:

"Astalot!"

A massive figure roared down from the sky, landing gently on the ground.

The One-eyed Giant, Astalot.

"Don’t worry, I’m guarding you, Master," the One-eyed Giant buzzed.

Wu Xiaode took out a brand-new hilt, inserted it into the Void, and hurriedly made a switch.

——This was a new hilt for the Ying Yuan Sword, specially crafted by Xia Huilan, said to better harness the sword’s might.

As he busily prepared, a barely perceptible whisper suddenly echoed in his ear:

"Waking from a nap, I’ve found a bit of fun."

"So..."

"Let’s see how long you can live."

As soon as the voice dropped.

A sharp scream came from the distant sky.

"Ulysses, protect Master!"

The One-eyed Giant roared.

Without a word, Ulysses’s hands flickered with streaks of Holy Light, casting them like they were free, laying them upon Wu Xiaode.

The One-eyed Giant stood in front of Wu Xiaode, raising his giant mace high into the air, and swung with all his strength into the Void——

Boom!

A streak of light shot forth, piercing straight through the Skull Mace and the bronze body of the One-eyed Giant.

The One-eyed Giant didn’t even have the chance to parry, his form instantly collapsing.

"Heaven above, I beseech your protection——come forth, Holy Angel Barrier!"

Ulysses shouted vehemently.

Holy light exploded from him, materializing into a wall decorated with a massive crucifix, standing between him and Wu Xiaode.

Layers of Holy Light erupted from the cross, condensing into a Rune Shield.

Swish——

The streak of light pierced through the Holy Angel Barrier as if it were slicing through tofu.

"Ahhh!"

Ulysses, shielding Wu Xiaode, sprouted a pair of tattered wings on his back, his entire form emitting endless Holy Light.

In this instant of peak power, he reached out to grab the beam of light.

Swish——

The light passed through his body, causing both him and the Holy Angel Barrier in front of him to crumble into a shower of dust.

Both demon gods’ all-out defense had been breached!

What on earth was it that was so formidable that not even the demon gods could fend it off?

Despite this, the two demon gods had bought Wu Xiaode a bit of time.

Having replaced the hilt, Wu Xiaode unhesitatingly drew the Ying Yuan Sword and facing the incoming streak of light, murmured low:

"Beneath the earth, kings lie buried and bones turn to dust."

The long saber sang softly as if in response to him.

Due to the replacement of the hilt, all the anomalies on the blade were now completely retracted and condensed within it.

This saber could draw upon Soul Power, the more Soul Power it had, the more formidable it became.

Starting from the real world, Wu Xiaode had been infusing Soul Power into this saber continuously to deal with Dragon God Ao Tian.

Later, he spent an entire two days in the Past Epoch and returned to the real world, and then to the Death Realm. The infusion of Soul Power had never ceased all this while.

At the brink of life and death.

Finally, as he executed the "Lone Wanderer in the Snowy Wind" Saber Skill, he unleashed the saber’s power—

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out as the long saber intercepted an object.

Wu Xiaode, holding the long saber, stepped down from the stele and slid back, leaving two deep marks on the ground.

—He had blocked it.

The dissipating light revealed a black trident.

The Ying Yuan Sword was placed exactly at the intersection of the two fork tips, precisely resisting the thrust of the long spear.

Then—

Fine cracks rapidly spread across the blade.

The Ying Yuan Sword couldn’t resist the black trident!

What to do?

Wu Xiaode took a deep breath and, rather than retreating, gripped the long saber with both hands, pressing on with his strike.

—He barely managed to fend off the opponent with this strike, and the saber was about to shatter before he could even execute his move.

What to do?

The black trident continued its relentless thrust, bearing down fully on the saber, about to completely crush the Ying Yuan Sword!

—Now it was a race to see whether the move would be released first, or the saber would break.

In the tense standoff, Wu Xiaode suddenly let out a roar.

Almost at the same moment.

Countless bronze hands burst out like a waterfall from both sides, surging towards the black trident.

On closer inspection, each bronze hand was executing Iron Wire Fist.

—The Heaven and Earth Emperor Fist required a certain amount of Soul Power, which Wu Xiaode couldn’t afford while he was preparing to strike with his saber.

Against the onslaught of countless bronze hands, the black trident thrust forward gently.

Boom!!!

All bronze hands were immediately scattered into the Void, like the bursting of a dam.

However, that instantaneous effort allowed Wu Xiaode to spin and retreat, create space, and withdraw the long saber to his side.

Having gained that step and a half of distance, he was finally able to unleash his strike!

"—I send my snowy hair to the mortal world."

Amidst his soft chanting, a bolt of Thunder Radiance burst from the long saber.

"Lone Wanderer in the Snowy Wind" was finally delivered!

—This was the strike of Thunder Radiance that even the Dragon God feared.

Its power, condensed along the edge of the blade into a thread of Thunder Light, instantly split the Void and cleaved the world in two.

The black trident, caught by this line, was finally sent flying.

It was unbelievably tough!

Even two Demon Gods could not withstand this blow!

Seizing this opportunity, Wu Xiaode shifted his gaze to see the Ying Yuan Sword in his hand shattered completely, leaving only the hilt.

In the blink of an eye, he plunged into the silent Demon Mist, vanishing without a trace.

High-level Silent Demon Mist—

"Dream Walker"!

In the next instant, myriad bronze hands promptly regathered before him, piecing together two Demon Gods.

Evil Ghost King Rester.

One-eyed Giant Astalot.

"Giant, take me away, Rester, lead the enemy," Wu Xiaode said hurriedly.

The two Demon Gods didn’t hesitate and immediately split their tasks.

The One-eyed Giant scooped up Wu Xiaode, placing him upon his shoulder, and delved into the silent Demon Mist, running with all their might away from Undead Street.

Rester remained in place, chanting softly: "The Evil Country descends."

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—

Numerous Evil Ghosts descended upon Undead Street, more and more amassing, dense and endless.

These events sound slow when described, but they occurred in an instant.

As the black trident was sent spinning by the slash, the bolt of Thunder Light cleaved the Void asunder, revealing the scenery behind it.

There, in the depths of the Void, lay another Death World.

—The Death World had endless layers, and Wu Xiaode’s "Bright Ghost" teleported randomly to one such Death World.

The saber’s radiance stood in another Death World beyond the Void, splitting it in two as well, once again tearing open the Void to reveal a third Death World.

The Thunder Light saber radiance continued slashing forward, opening up five consecutive Death Worlds before gradually dissipating.

All that stood in the path of that saber radiance was turned into nothingness.

—It was such a strike that had sent the black trident flying!

"Faster, even faster," Wu Xiaode uttered, sitting on the shoulder of the One-eyed Giant.

"Master, rest assured, my speed is constantly increasing," the One-eyed Giant buzzed.

Racing across the Death Wilderness at full speed, it aimed to get as far away from Undead Street as possible.

Wu Xiaode looked back with a cold expression.

This level of power had exceeded the limits of what he could handle.

He had to hide first, preserve his life, and then observe how the situation would unfold.

He could only hope that the current strategy would work.

His gaze settled on the massive silhouette standing on Undead Street.

—Evil Ghost King Rester.

The Evil Ghost King Rester, with arms waving, prepared a powerful piece of evil magic and roared towards the motionless black trident suspended in the sky:

"Who exactly are you? Hiding in the shadows! Show yourself if you dare to fight!"