Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 478 - 370 Speaking with the Evil Spirit

Chapter 478: Chapter 370 Speaking with the Evil Spirit

Wu Xiaode opened his mouth and with a sly, indecipherable tone, said,

"Mortal, you—"

Thud.

A heavy blow.

He punched himself so hard that he curled up on the ground, spitting out bile.

The tone shifted.

Wu Xiaode’s voice came out:

"Cut the crap, I just asked you, why do you want to destroy this world."

The eerie tone replied, "You have no right to ask me anything, on the contrary, I can see your look of despair right away."

He raised his hand again.

Destructive flames burst forth from his hand—

Thud!

His other hand struck hard against his chest once more, shaking his whole body, almost making him jump up.

Instantly, the flames went out.

"Damn it! I didn’t come to the human world to endure this torment!"

The eerie tone couldn’t help but scream.

He opened his mouth again, this time in Wu Xiaode’s voice:

"You can’t go back now, I advise you to answer my question properly, then perhaps we can live in peace."

The tricky voice suddenly roared, "I, the King of Evil Spirits from the midst of evil and chaos, answer a mere mortal’s question? You think you’re something special!"

Smack.

That hand slapped it across the face.

A burning pain on the cheek—

This human pain and humiliation made the Evil Spirit go berserk.

"You can only control a single hand, hehehe, watch me cut you off!"

The other hand suddenly slashed out with a cold light.

The hand that belonged to Wu Xiaode was instantly severed and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed shrilly and nonchalantly sealed the wound, bouncing around in the cramped room.

After hopping for a while, he squatted down, looked at the hand on the ground, and whispered,

"Now you can’t hit me, can you? You damned brat."

Smack.

A slap whistled through the air, landing hard on his face.

He was struck dumb on the spot.

The only hand he had left slowly lifted, giving the middle finger.

Wu Xiaode’s voice followed:

"I can control one arm—and what that means is—even if only one arm is left, it’s mine, and you don’t have it."

He clenched his hand into a fist.

An uppercut, a hook punch, a swing punch, a jab—

He was struck continuously for a minute.

Thud.

Wu Xiaode lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Agonizing pain coursed through his body.

He looked at the severed arm—

The one and only arm had become the opponent’s and had been hitting him for so long.

...It would be better to reattach this arm.

That way, at least he would have an arm to use.

He rolled over, crawled toward it, and let the cut reattach to the arm, mumbling softly:

"Heal the wound."

The arm grew back.

Not a drop of blood was shed.

"Kid, what exactly do you want?" it demanded.

"I asked why you want to wipe out all living beings in this world—I’ve already asked once, this is the second time, and if you make me ask a third time, I’ll stab you with a sword," Wu Xiaode said.

"You? Dare to stab yourself with a sword?" the Evil Spirit sneered.

Clang!

The Desert Sword flew out of its scabbard at his waist, and Wu Xiaode’s other hand deftly caught it and thrust into his chest with a "pur" sound.

The entire process was smooth as flowing water, as if he had done it countless times before.

—Without the slightest hesitation!

Wu Xiaode’s expression went blank for a few seconds.

"Aaaaah! It hurts so bad!"

He fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

How long had it been since he had suffered such severe pain?

Being the King of Evil Spirits, even in the Spirit Realm he was top-notch, and if anyone dared look at him the wrong way back then, he would annihilate them.

And now, to think that in the human world, someone had the nerve to stab him like this!

Damn it!

Damn it all!!!

It moaned incessantly, suddenly realizing that its body was growing colder, and a suffocating sensation emerged.

Death.

He was going to die!

The Evil Spirit could hardly bear it now.

Had he not died once a myriad years ago? And now, having just come back to the human world, was he to feel the sensation of death again?

The pain grew more and more intense.

His consciousness began to blur.

No more...

Suddenly, it spewed out a warm glow from its mouth, enveloping itself.

After a moment,

The wound started to heal.

The agony remained intense.

It was from pressing down on the sword with the hand it controlled, slowly pulling it out, the stronger pain generated by the friction on the flesh and blood.

"Damn... damn it..."

The Evil Spirit cursed, throwing the Desert Sword "clang" onto the ground.

Several breaths passed.

The Healing Skill disappeared.

Wu Xiaode opened his eyes and sat up from the ground.

He suddenly spoke:

"I have a question."

Upon seeing Wu Xiaode was asking, the Human Emperor on the Book of the Dead said:

"What question?"

"Now that this evil spirit is attached to me, if I die, my soul will naturally go to the Death World—what about it? What’s its fate?" Wu Xiaode asked.

The Human Emperor answered:

"Whether it’s an evil spirit or a heroic spirit, they are beings that have already died—if they die again, they will completely vanish."

"I see," Wu Xiaode said.

No wonder it had released the Healing Skill to heal the body earlier.

It turns out it can’t afford to die.

Wu Xiaode lifted his own hand—

Slap.

This time, he gently patted his face.

"Talk, about that question I just asked."

"Hmph... Mortal, all you can do is torture yourself and make me feel the pain too. I am the King of Evil Spirits, and would I be troubled by such trivial matters—ah!"

It suddenly let out a piercing scream.

—Because Wu Xiaode had once again grabbed the Desert Sword and stabbed it through his own chest!

This time, he impaled himself on the ground!

As he spat out a mouthful of blood, he laughed, "You don’t have to answer my question, that’s totally fine, but I guess—"

He grasped the hilt of the sword and began to dissect upwards.

The cold blade of the sword cut through the stone slabs on the ground, Wu Xiaode’s back, muscles, bones, blood vessels, and internal organs simultaneously.

He entered a state of dying!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

The evil spirit erupted in a shrill howl.

Even in the era it lived, it had never suffered such excruciating torture!

The long sword did not stop, moving at a slow pace.

—From the chest to the skull.

"I guess even if your Healing Skill is strong, once I’ve split open my head, it’ll be useless," Wu Xiaode calmly stated as he coughed up blood.

Panting and screaming, the evil spirit suddenly tried to snatch the sword hilt with the hand it could control.

Whoosh—

Wu Xiaode was waiting for this moment.

With a flash of the sword light, it severed that arm and sent it flying.

Now.

The only arm he could use was his own.

The long sword once again stabbed into the chest, slowly moving toward the direction of the skull.

"Gahhhhh—damn brat—"

The evil spirit’s roar was mixed with endless pain and panic.

Indeed, having the head split in half would be troublesome.

—Unless one used a magic like the Great Causality Law to resurrect.

But how many times could it cast such magic?

And it hurt so much that its whole body was shaking.

Not even the hands remained.

If its skull cracked open and it momentarily lost consciousness due to the collapse of its body, causing an error in the magic spell—

Would that not mean total annihilation?

Ruling supreme for countless years.

Was it to end today?

"Stop! I’ll tell you! Damned brat!"

The evil spirit kept saying.

But the sword edge did not stop, it was almost at the neck.

Just half an inch more, and it could cut the windpipe, then no matter whether Wu Xiaode applied force or not, as soon as the long sword tilted—

With its matchless sharpness, the long sword would instantly split the head in two!

"Stop! Cease!"

"It’s because I naturally love to do evil, killing you all brings me the ultimate spiritual ascension, helping my evolution—and those dead souls can serve as my food," the evil spirit answered in rapid succession.

—It had answered Wu Xiaode’s question!

The sword edge finally halted.

Thud.

The long sword was drawn up and sheathed back.

Wu Xiaode spoke, "Wouldn’t it have been easier to say that sooner? The healing is your job, get on with it quickly."

"Hmph... You don’t know how formidable I am..." the evil spirit muttered discontentedly.

Wu Xiaode, however, paid it no attention, his gaze turning to the Book of the Dead.

Rows of ice crystal letters appeared on the covenant wall:

"Congratulations."

"You have successfully completed today’s commission."

"Because you stopped the King of Evil Spirits’ actions with your exceedingly ferocious approach, the Heroic Spirits praise you greatly and are asking what reward you desire."

"—This is a self-determined reward selection."

What reward do I want?

There’s no question about it, what I want is—

"Soul Power limit, please raise my Soul Power limit," Wu Xiaode said.

Two lines of ice crystal letters emerged in response:

"For any race, level 100 is the most important watershed."

"We can only provide you 1 point of Soul Power limit. Only after you successfully persist through the level 100 ascension trial can we continue to raise your Soul Power limit."

"Do you accept?"

"Accept," Wu Xiaode said.

A line of text immediately popped up in front of him:

"Your Soul Power has reached 100/100."

"The legitimate Death God Trial can now begin. It will test whether you have the capability to inherit the ’Descent’ power of the Death God."

"This trial cannot be delayed, cannot be scheduled, and cannot be stopped."

"Begin!"

Whoosh—

Wu Xiaode turned into a shadowy figure and disappeared from the prison.

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