Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 441 - 394: Battle of the Three Strongest!

Chapter 441: Chapter 394: Battle of the Three Strongest!

A residual shadow burst through the walls, falling far down to the plaza beneath the castle.

My lady!

Finally, she was found by Family Head Siang!

Boom——

Instantly, a crater-like hole appeared on the plaza.

The lady jumped out from the hole, crying miserably,

"Family Head, to strike me like this is truly heartless."

The voice of Family Head Siang came from the skies,

"Heartless? Who just used Abner and his End to blow me up?"

He landed, standing on the other side of the plaza, slowly stretching his limbs and neck, and said languidly,

"Qiong, I will crush you into a pulp, and tonight the entire family will feast on your flesh."

The pitiful look on the lady’s face disappeared.

She let out a long, mocking laugh and shook her head, "Siang, Siang, you think by locking down the space I can’t leave here, return to my original family?"

Siang spoke indifferently,

"Would you really bear to go? No, you’ve invested so many years and now you want to get your hands on my Human Puppet Forging Skill—not to mention if you returned to your family with nothing, your fate would be worse than death, wouldn’t it?"

The smile vanished from the lady’s face.

No.

It’s not your Human Puppet Forging Skill that I want, but the higher-level Human Puppet Forging Skill from Arian’s hands.

Plus the Human Emperor’s True Inheritance.

——That’s the real reason I haven’t left yet.

But... where did Arian go?

If he doesn’t show up, alone I can’t defeat Siang. I can only abandon all this and take the Intermediate Human Puppet Forging Skill back with me.

——That’s also a significant gain.

The lady looked around but didn’t see Arian appear, whereas Siang opposite her had already begun to raise both hands.

He was about to unleash his "End"!

No.

I stand no chance against him.

Let’s go!

The lady sighed inwardly and prepared to leave.

At that moment, a male voice suddenly rang in her ear,

"Together, we can kill him."

The lady’s expression shifted and she was about to speak when a mist surged over, enveloping her.

The next instant.

Siang across from her showed a confused look.

Siang stopped his movements, looking around uncertainly and asked,

"Qiong? Have you really run away?"

The lady was stunned.

What’s going on?

Wu Xiaode’s voice rose beside her ear,

"He can’t see you anymore, nor can he hear any sound from you, Qiong."

"This fog is a top-tier concealing technique from the Human Emperor’s Inheritance. Now, do you think we can fight him?"

The lady could hardly believe it. She tried moving some distance, dodging left and right, swiftly approaching the Family Head.

——Siang really showed no reaction at all!

The fog wrapped around her truly made him unable to see her!

So this is the Human Emperor’s Inheritance...

A flame of rage suddenly flared in the lady’s heart.

He can’t see me anymore.

Can’t see!

All these years of torment and humiliation at his hands, all for the possession of everything from the Shangmo family, and now at last, there was real hope.

The lady took a deep breath, her hands slowly plunging into the Void, forcefully dragging something out.

It took a full two breaths before she managed to pull the object out.

"My biggest weakness is the slow retrieval of the ’End,’ Arian, you’ve been a great help."

As she spoke, the lady fully unfolded the object.

It was a pair of purple snakes twined together, their distorted bodies forming a handle on the bow shaft for a person to grip, with each head extending in opposite directions as the bow tips, biting onto the bowstring.

Wu Xiaode hid to the side, his heart skipping a beat at the sight.

It’s rare to see the End manifested as a weapon.

But he had no idea how powerful the lady’s bow was or if it could take down the Family Head in one go.

The lady slowly pulled back the bowstring——

Almost at the same time, in the Void several meters above the bow, a gigantic eyeball appeared.

This eyeball was bizarre; within the white of the eye were countless smaller eyeballs, while the massive pupil seemed like an unfathomable abyss, from within which came endless whispers.

——End of the World Bow · Abyss of Lament’s Wailer!

"Siang, your Battle Armor has already been destroyed, now let’s see your true worth," said the lady, pulling the bowstring taut.

In the blink of an eye.

The floating eyeball stared fixedly at the Family Head.

"Qiong? Have you really gone?"

Family Head Siang called out.

The bowstring was loosed——

and the arrow streaked past, piercing through the Family Head’s chest.

"Curse Bow!"

Family Head Siang bellowed in anger.

He brought his hands together again, unleashing his End.

"You won’t get the chance!" the lady shrieked triumphantly.

The massive eyeball in the sky suddenly widened its pupil, covering the entire eyeball with an endless abyss.

Invisible wails turned into sound waves, utterly disintegrating Siang’s entire body, sucking all of his flesh and blood into the pupil’s deep abyss.

Only Siang’s head remained, spinning in the air.

"It’s over!"

The lady cried out, pulling back the bowstring once more.

Boom rumble rumble——

The earth shook violently, the sun and moon grew dim without light.

From beneath the ground rose a solitary peak more than two hundred meters tall, blocking the lady’s view.

This was a very odd mountain, covered in black hair, obscuring whatever lay atop it.

Siang’s head gently landed on the peak of the mountain.

A headless skeleton climbed out from the ground, picked up Siang’s head, and placed it on its own neck.

Siang’s half-closed eyes opened, simultaneously flexing his newly acquired skeletal body.

"Armor."

He uttered the word.

Dense clusters of hands emerged from the mountain, each holding a component of Battle Armor, and dressed him neatly in it.

"Weapons."

Siang uttered another word.

Various weapons quietly appeared, held up by hands and arrayed before him, for him to choose from.

He extended his bony hand and grabbed a long knife.

"Qiong, how many years has it been since you’ve used that bow? Your skills are rusty."

Siang spoke out.

Amidst the fog.

Wu Xiaode was stunned in place.

——Alive with just a head left?

He looked towards the Family Head, only to see her trembling incessantly, her face showing signs of fear.

"I’ve finally seen this ’End’... I never thought it actually existed..."

She murmured softly.

Atop the mountain peak, Siang looked down at the plaza below and spoke:

"Qiong, although I can’t see you, I can feel your fear."

"Being husband and wife for so many years, this must be your first time seeing my ultimate ’End’."

Ultimate End...

Wu Xiaode looked intently at the solitary peak covered in black hair and suddenly shivered.

He finally saw what the mountain peak was.

It was made of human heads.

Numerous heads piled up into a mountain.

At almost the same moment, lines of text appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"You have witnessed one of the hidden Ends from the legends of the Destruction Council:"

"Bloodline·Corpse Pile Mountain."

"Effect: ?????"

"Everyone who has seen it has died, even the Dragon Clan had difficulty obtaining its data."

"Please proceed with caution."

Wu Xiaode became tense as well.

Family Head Qiong bore an extremely rare weapon-class End, the Lament Bow from the Abyss of Lament.

With a single surprise attack, she reduced the Family Head to just a head.

Yet, at this moment, it was she who was truly trembling and afraid.

With this thought in mind, Wu Xiaode wrapped the pink scarf she had given him around his neck.

A line of text immediately popped up:

"You have used the Prison Flame Curse Scarf."

"Now you are equivalent to fighting alongside Qiong. You can exert power at her Soul Power Level at any time."

"Qiong’s Soul Power Level is: level 700."

As Wu Xiaode put on the scarf, Qiong immediately sensed it.

She rallied herself and murmured, "Do I win over the entire Shangmo family, or do I flee from here like a beaten dog with you?"

"Arian, you have given me the answer."

The longbow was raised high, aiming at Siang on the mountain peak.

Siang stood unmoving atop that lone peak, as if lost in thought, or perhaps fallen into slumber.

The Family Head placed an arrow on the bowstring, and her entire body began to emit deep violet power fluctuations.

"No matter how mysterious and terrifying your ’End’ is, you can’t see me, and we are so far apart, don’t even mention it!"

The longbow was drawn to full moon.

One breath.

Two breaths.

The giant eye in the sky also fixed its gaze on Siang.

"Go, kill him!"

The Family Head roared and forcefully released the bowstring.

The arrow shot towards Siang like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Who would have expected that as soon as the arrow left the cover of the fog and reached midair, Siang’s eyes suddenly burst open.

"Found you."

A malicious smile spread across his lips.

In the void next to him, a shadow steed made entirely of shadows quietly appeared.

The next instant—

Siang could be seen deflecting the arrow with his knife, producing a "hum" of clashing sounds that vibrated far and wide.

His long knife also broke in two while blocking the arrow, but he paid it no mind and directly mounted the steed.

More corpse hands stretched out from the pile of heads nearby, holding up a heavy spear.

Siang took the spear and shouted, "Go!"

He disappeared from the solitary peak over two hundred meters tall.

Almost at the same moment he intercepted the arrow with his knife—

On the other side, lines of icy text suddenly emerged on the Book of the Dead:

"Bone Phone 1 is recording."

"The following shared battle record has been obtained:"

"Siang has activated his Name Skill ’End Knight’."

"Name Skill effect: Summon an End mount; while riding, one can instantly arrive at any location within sight."

Wu Xiaode’s heart throbbed.

Siang was prepared this time, and based on the direction of the incoming arrow, he could entirely determine Qiong’s position.

If he could directly reach where Qiong was—

This is bad!

He watched as Siang disappeared from the mountain peak.

In the blink of an eye, Siang, mounted on his shadow steed, appeared before Qiong.

Although he couldn’t see Qiong, his spear had become a massive black shadow—

This shadow enveloped everything around, plunging it all into darkness, rendering everything immobile even for a fraction.

Qiong struggled desperately—

"Got you locked, Qiong."

Siang let out an excited murmur, ready to make his move.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he positioned his spear horizontally across his chest.

Thump!!!

A muffled sound.

Siang and his warhorse were knocked flying, crashing far away against Corpse Pile Mountain.

A figure emerged from the fog.

"Although it’s impolite to interrupt your date, I still want to say—"

"How could I miss out on a battle like this?"

Wu Xiaode!

——Human Emperor Fist, bidding farewell!