Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 504 - 503: Recoil

Chapter 504: Chapter 503: Recoil

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Being stuck by hemorrhoids on the chrysanthemum, I’m afraid Zhou Fatty is the first person since the ancient times who’s had to deal with such a situation.

The beast horde is still charging, and since Zhou Quan is not dead, Lin Hao also breathed a sigh of relief, but the area ahead is the disaster zone.

Who knows what these Desolate Beasts eat on regular days, to release farts that can pollute the air within several hundred meters, and even with color.

To charge into this polluted zone and then rescue Zhou Quan from the Desolate Beast’s chrysanthemum truly requires boundless courage.

However, at this moment, Lin Hao stopped overthinking and, clenching his teeth, held his breath and quickly rushed forward.

Fortunately, the fart was not poisonous. Charging in, Lin Hao just caught sight of Zhou Quan’s plump half body stuck in the chrysanthemum, thankfully with his head facing out. However, on his belly was something like a meat tumor, firmly trapping him.

"Big bro, come and help me out here," Zhou Quan, this guy, remained calm even in such a plight, and wasn’t even afraid of the stench or disgust, even waving towards Lin Hao.

"..."

Lin Hao was rendered speechless, dodged an attack, and flashed to a spot not far from Zhou Quan. But he found himself in a dilemma; these are Desolate Beasts, with physical strength as hard as steel, even if it’s hemorrhoids on the chrysanthemum, they’re not just any ordinary meat lump.

If he were to smash it with the Divine Cauldron, whether the hemorrhoid could be busted was one thing, but Zhou Fatty might end up smashed into a meat pancake.

Use a knife!

"Bro, cut this flesh off," Zhou Quan is actually quite lucid, passing his curved blade to Lin Hao.

Lin Hao took the knife, nodded: "In that case, brace yourself!"

Saying so, Lin Hao raised the knife and brought it down towards the meat tumor.

"Clang!"

It was the sound of metal striking, and a single strike caused countless sparks to fly. Lin Hao felt a lightness in his hand – the curved blade had actually broken!

"This..."

Such hard chrysanthemum flesh! Truly worthy of a Desolate Beast, this physical strength, is actually comparable to the Immortal Emperor!

"My knife... it’s the only thing left to me by my parents!" Zhou Quan foolishly looked at the broken knife, forgetting his own danger and actually started crying.

"This... don’t worry, I will definitely help you fix this knife!" Lin Hao gritted his teeth and picked up the broken segment of the knife.

"Really?" Zhou Quan stopped crying and looked seriously at Lin Hao.

This fatty, even at a life or death moment, actually cared about this knife, while the charging beast horde around them was already showing signs of slowing down, fearing they would soon stop and turn to attack them.

Lin Hao immediately nodded firmly and put away the broken knife.

"You go on, brother, it looks like I can’t escape my fate today; this hemorrhoid has trapped my belly, I... I can’t get out." Zhou Quan sighed, suddenly looking up at Lin Hao: "After I die, you’ll be the only one left in this world, you take care of yourself. If you consider me a brother, and if you can get out of here, please don’t forget to burn a good ten to eight beauties for me as my wives..."

Even at death’s door, he’s still thinking about ten to eight beauties, Lin Hao was speechless too.

His mind stirred, he suddenly had an idea, and smiled, "Don’t worry, you won’t die."

Having said that, Lin Hao reached into the Divine Cauldron and after a while, pulled out a Treasure Sword.

That was Mo Changfeng’s Treasure Sword, an absolutely top-notch Divine Artifact, countless levels higher than Zhou Quan’s curved blade.

"Be careful!" With the Treasure Sword in hand, Lin Hao operated his Primordial Qi, and with a swipe at the tumor, this time the Treasure Sword glowed with a cold light, and with one stroke, it cut off the meat tumor as easily as cutting tofu.

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"Ah!"

The tumor was cut off, and Zhou Quan tumbled down from the Desolate Beast’s posterior like a lump of excrement, covered in filth, looking disgustingly vile.

"Big brother! You saved me! My life is yours!" This chubby man had wandered around inside the belly of the Desolate Beast and was still full of vigor. He rolled on the ground, got up, and rushed excitedly towards Lin Hao, opening his arms for a loving embrace.

"Stay back!" Lin Hao immediately covered his nose and dodged to one side: "If you have the strength, go distract the herd. I have a plan that might resolve this crisis!"

"You command, I’ll do!" The fatty was exceedingly excited; a faint glow surrounded him, Primordial Qi vibrated, sweeping the filth from his body, then he looked towards Lin Hao, ready to fight.

"Draw the beasts away, and I’ll take down the Beast King. That way, we might escape the attack." Lin Hao shared his plan, and Zhou Quan’s eyes brightened, nodding immediately: "Alright! I’ll lure the beasts away. The rest is up to you, big brother!"

After saying this, Zhou Quan let out an angry roar and leapt into the air, charging out. Mid-air, he anchored himself with a deep breath to his Dantian, and yelled at the stampeding herd: "Scoundrels!!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Instantly, countless Desolate Beasts roared in anger, numerous ferocious gazes directed at the chubby Zhou Quan.

Zhou Quan was savvy, not fleeing in a different direction, but running along the original path that the herd was advancing on.

Once he began running, he was like a huge meatball rolling forward, and in the blink of an eye, he rolled to the front of the herd.

"Scoundrels! Scoundrels! Grandsons!"

Then, Zhou Quan bellowed at the top of his lungs, capturing all of the Desolate Beasts’ attention on himself, and soared forward, leading the herd to an unknown destination.

With the Desolate Beasts lured away by Zhou Quan, the pressure on Lin Hao eased considerably; at the very least, he could confront the Flame Winged Dragon alone with enough time.

Turning around, Lin Hao took a deep breath, his eyes set on the distant Five-Colored Mountain Range.

In the heart of the mountains, a vast Winged Dragon wrapped in flames stood alone atop a high peak, observing Lin Hao’s position like a King, seemingly locking eyes with him across thousands of miles.

"Come on!"

Lin Hao let out a long howl and, without hesitation, soared upwards like a bolt of lightning, charging straight towards the Five-Colored Mountain Range.

That Flame Winged Dragon looked troublesome from appearance alone, clearly not an ordinary adversary. Defeating it would surely require immense strength.

And strength was exactly what Lin Hao was lacking now.

This Winged Dragon was not a demon like Liu Chuixue, which could be suppressed with scriptures; to fight such a Desolate Beast, one had to overpower it with brute force, perhaps even surpassing the strength of the Winged Dragon.

All the way there, Lin Hao’s mind raced with countless thoughts, figuring out how to face the Winged Dragon.

Physically, it was impossible. Lin Hao’s Spiritual Embryo Sacred Body was only at a beginner level, at best he could match the Desolate Beast, the only way was to trap the beast within the Divine Cauldron.

However, the Divine Cauldron already contained tens of thousands of people, nearly full, and Lin Hao could only clear a small space to imprison the Winged Dragon.

Moreover, this Winged Dragon was clearly not easy to provoke, and even possessed intelligence. To lure the beast into the Divine Cauldron, he wouldn’t get many chances; he must take it by surprise, trapping it in the Divine Cauldron in one fell swoop.

This move was Lin Hao’s hidden trump card, originally prepared for the Guardian, but now, it had to be used on this Desolate Beast first.

As for how to use it...

"Bring out all your remaining explosives!" A thought transmitted into the Divine Cauldron, reaching the ears of everyone inside.

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