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Chapter 580 You're already very strong, you just ran into a lunatic.

"It's you!?"

Hearing someone call his name, Gris, who had been pacing in front of the door for a long time, suddenly turned around, the fire of his soul in his eyes flickering violently, filled with disbelief.

He looked in the direction where Lu Wenwu was, and the flames of his soul pulsed even more intensely.

how can that be!

How could his weak army have survived so intact!
It was as if there had been no fight at all!
And they arrived so quickly!
Could this damned barbarian be so powerful that he can easily suppress all the obsessive beings on the road and sweep straight through?

No, that's absolutely impossible.

This guy never knows how to hold back in battle; he uses only what he has. Even if he makes a breakthrough in a short period of time, he can't become much stronger.

This barren world has no resources for him to devour and advance.

Even if that damned barbarian is hiding some tricks and hasn't used them, even if he adds another secret technique that can open doors, his combat power won't increase to an unimaginable level.

At most, he could fight to a standstill against himself, having played all his cards.

The fact that someone who has just entered the third stage of the Ascension to Godhood can fight to a draw with me, the Lord of Mourning who has been immersed in the peak of the Ascension to Godhood for thousands of years, is already an estimate that is as high as possible.

It is impossible to cross this red line.

In order to ensure the success of the plan, I had always avoided and dodged battles whenever possible, and had never gone all out!

This barbarian's soul is incredibly young; his cultivation time is definitely no more than a hundred years, so it's impossible for him to have any extraordinary accumulation or foundation.

so.
What other tricks is this damn guy hiding that he hasn't used yet?
Or is it that the human race in this world still possesses unknown secrets that allow them to move freely in the underworld?
or.
What kind of heritage did they inherit in this area?

In the short span of a breath, countless thoughts raced through Gris's mind, and he imagined dozens of possibilities.

His soul fire fluctuated repeatedly, and this time, unusually, he didn't argue with Lu Wenwu, but instead made a sarcastic remark in a lukewarm tone.

"That guy's like a persistent ghost!"

"Don't make baseless accusations. I'm still alive, how can I be a ghost?" Lu Wenwu replied seriously. "But you, Old Gris, you are the real lingering ghost."

If Gris were a living person, his face would probably darken immediately.

Unfortunately, he is now an undead creature with only a skeleton, and after condensing the Black Crystal Soul, his entire body is black, so he can no longer express his anger with his face and expression.

Otherwise, Gris would definitely glare fiercely at Lu Wenwu before passionately launching into a rant.

As for now, he could only casually unleash a pale green ghost fireball to express his displeasure, while simultaneously making an obscene gesture commonly used by the Chaos Sea towards Lu Wenwu.

"Get the fuck out of here!"

Griss was giving the middle finger while cursing, displaying his true Zaunian nature.

"Do you think I'm so great just because you're being sarcastic and sarcastic? You and..."

"Yes."

Lu Wenwu immediately interrupted Gris's counterattack, his expression becoming even more serious and frank.

"I am indeed very awesome, but I am not being sarcastic about you because of that. I am simply mocking your boastful claims, nothing more."

"Don't slander me. I don't have the low-class taste of spewing insults like you do. I am a very cultured person."

"Oh right, sorry, I forgot, you're no longer human and don't need to follow human moral standards."

"That's fine then, go ahead and curse. This round is on me. I'll try to curse back at you in the future, if you ever want to."

Quiet.

A silence.

Well, it's limited to this small area.

The battlefield outside, where the obsessive beings were fighting, was still quite noisy.

Gris's previously powerful and scathing remarks were abruptly interrupted, leaving him somewhat disoriented. For a moment, he stood there dumbfounded, forgetting what he was about to say.

"Pfft."

A somewhat discordant voice suddenly appeared from behind.

Gris and the other alien races immediately turned their angry gazes toward the source of the sound, their eyes practically spitting fire.

The human warriors also looked over, mainly to see who lacked self-control.

In the human race's ranks, Dou Tian Martial Saint was initially just covering his mouth and secretly laughing.

After realizing he had accidentally laughed out loud, and everyone was looking at him, he simply stopped pretending.

They immediately burst into laughter.

They laughed so hard they were doubled over.

"Is it funny?!"

Gris practically spat out those words through gritted teeth.

Even though he was just a skeleton, he still felt a rush of blood to his head and his veins throbbing.

The rising anger had completely transformed the fire of his soul into a scarlet red, throbbing upwards from his eye sockets like bull horns, growing ever colder.

"I guess I have a low threshold for laughter. Although I've received professional training and don't usually laugh, I really couldn't help it at this moment, hahahahahaha."

Dou Tian Wu Sheng laughed so hard he almost fell over, using one hand to prop himself up on his long staff to maintain his balance, while the other hand kept swinging.

"Excuse me, I just remembered something happy."

"What! Is! Something! Great!" Gris gritted his teeth. "Don't tell me it's your wife who gave birth!"

"No, no, that's not it."

This planet clearly doesn't have this movie, and Dou Tian Wu Sheng completely failed to grasp the meaning of that sentence.

Just like Lu Wenwu, he frankly said, "It's mainly because Mr. Lu's lame jokes and you are funnier that I couldn't help but laugh! Before this, I never imagined that the ruler of the alien race would like to argue like a primary school student, hahaha!"

“To be honest, that’s true.” Lu Wenwu nodded in agreement. “When I met him in the last world, he was quite immature. He was always using foul language and trying to gain an advantage in words.”

"Fuck you, you two muscle-bound idiots who are obsessed with body training are the ones who are just elementary school kids! I &)……%*￥%#￥@" Gris started with zero frames, and his mouth was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

Lu Wenwu shrugged helplessly, shook his head and sighed, then turned his back to the alien race and humans, pointing his thumb behind him.

"urgent."

“You two damned body-refining barbarians, I'll fuck you! (Mute)...&% (Telegraph sound)*&*...(Censored)...￥Ah! I T^$^& (Cybertronian language)#&$ (Undead profanity)”

As it turns out, sometimes the number of words is not the key to making words effective.

The key is to strike at the snake's vital point.

Skillful use of the six-character mantra "典、孝、急、乐、绷、赢" from the Baidu Tieba forum can effectively confuse and overwhelm opponents.

With just one word, Gris broke down on the spot and unleashed a torrent of abuse on Lu Wenwu and Dou Tianwu Sheng.

Lu Wenwu stopped the Martial Saint who was trying to use all his knowledge to retaliate, and stood there quietly with his arms crossed.

He didn't retaliate at all, simply smiling and listening. Only after Gris had been delivering his message at high intensity for a full five minutes did Lu Wenwu slowly utter a single word.

"happy."

Gris, who had finally managed to suppress his anger, instantly turned red again.

He then proceeded to berate Lu Wenwu for a full ten minutes, showcasing the insults used by both the alien and human races to the powerful figures of countless races before finally stopping and mentally preparing himself.

However, just as Gris was bracing himself for Lu Wenwu's sarcastic remarks, Lu Wenwu fell silent.

He stood there, staring at Gris with a slightly questioning look.

It's like it's saying—hmm?

He said nothing.

But it seemed like nothing had been said.

Gris didn't say anything more.

However, the flame of the spirit changed from a blazing scarlet to a constantly fluctuating, ghastly green.

Over the long years, Gris has always been able to use his profound linguistic skills to infuriate his opponents and make them lose their minds before the battle even begins, effectively reducing their fighting power.

But ever since he met Lu Wenwu, he has felt like he has been hitting a wall repeatedly.

The other party didn't use foul language and was even very polite.

But often just a few words can make Gris furious, to the point that he feels like he could grow back all the lung energy he once had and explode it all over again!
Now it has evolved to the point where it doesn't even need language; it only needs words and actions to make him furious.

Gris had never felt that he could suffer such a setback in the field of trash-talking and mind games.

If the hatred towards Lu Wenwu before was merely due to a conflict of interest...

From that moment on, Gris began to hate Lu Wenwu with a passion that seeped into his very bones.

Because Lu Wenwu was telling the truth.

That's really what he thought; he emphasized the sincerity of putting knowledge into practice.

Sincerity is always a must-win.

The same applies even in the area of ​​manipulating people's mentality.

It took Gris a full half hour to completely suppress his anger before he continued the conversation he hadn't finished, saying menacingly, "You and these humans are also here for the Eastern Peak Imperial Seal, right?"

"Yes, I'm stuck here and can't get in anytime soon. You're not talking like you can get in. If you're so capable, open the door and we'll see who can do it!"

Looking in the direction his finger pointed, the eerie Fengdu Ghost City seemed so close, yet it was like an abyss.

Boundless darkness enveloped this ancient and dilapidated city, with not a trace of its breath escaping.

Even just standing here, you can clearly feel the extremely stable spatial enclosure.

Even just getting a little closer, the overwhelming sense of oppression makes the soul feel exhausted, almost unable to move normally.

The huge skull embedded in the center of the bright red gate trembled continuously, making a rustling sound.

A faint crimson aura emanated from the crack in the door behind, quickly merging into the surrounding space, leaving no trace.

“You don’t like it when I call you a primary school student.”

Lu Wenwu curled his lip in disgust, picked up Mao Mao, and stood a little further away.

"I'll open the door and then we'll each rely on our own abilities? Being able to open the door is my ability. Why should I, a serving underworld official, compete with you on the same starting line?"

"You serving underworld official, what the hell are you playing at in this chaotic sea of ​​chaos?!"

Gris's "eyes" snapped open, and his voice suddenly became sharp and high-pitched.

"You? A grim reaper? You're a living person, a grim reaper? Are you trying to fool ghosts? Do you think I don't know anything about the Eastern underworld?"

Why would I lie to you? I never lie.

Lu Wenwu said seriously.

"Times are progressing, the world is developing, and everything is in constant motion. Old Deng, you're out of touch with the times."

"Besides, when did the underworld ever stipulate that underworld officials cannot be living people?"

"My assessment is that if all else fails, you should probably put your brain back in, Old Deng. Your empty head is really lowering your IQ."

As he spoke, Lu Wenwu casually reached into his system inventory and pulled out a fresh, pink, and steaming brain.

It looked as if it had just been taken out of the skull, still covered in clear, viscous cerebrospinal fluid, and constantly emitting a slightly sweet smell.

"Hey, if you've lost your original brain, you can borrow mine, and I can even help you reinstall it. I'm very good at this."

"You motherfucker"

Gris was stunned.

Looking at the person in front of him with the sincere expression of "I'm doing this for your own good," and the fresh human brain in his hand, he couldn't hold back any longer.

BYD, what kind of good person would just take their own brain out and try to put it in someone else's?
"What? You don't like it? It's okay, I have several more."

As if by magic, Lu Wenwu pulled out several more brains and directed them to hover and dance in the air, swimming around like fish, leaving everyone present dumbfounded.

Even the humans on their own side were all dumbfounded.

What scene haven’t I seen?

(cross out)
I've never seen anything like this before!
Check Lu Wenwu's mental state.

"Here, you pick one. I'm a man of my word; if I say I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you."

Lu Wenwu enthusiastically promoted his brain, like a dedicated peddler.

"You...you think you're so tough! Get lost, I don't want to!"

Gris was convinced.

Completely convinced.

The fire of his soul in his eyes twitched incessantly.

This body-refining barbarian is definitely not mentally sound. Who in their right mind would go this far through pure body refining?
Damn it, why are you arguing with a lunatic?
With that thought in mind, Griss immediately convinced himself.

However, when he saw the slightly disappointed expression on Lu Wenwu's face as he put his head away, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

"Boom!"

Just as Gris was suppressing the rising spiritual pressure in his soul and planning to continue to trick Lu Wenwu into opening the door, a loud bang suddenly exploded above everyone's heads.

As a streak of crimson lightning flashed across the sky, the entire world fell silent.

The beings obsessed with fighting simultaneously stopped what they were doing and all looked in the direction of Fengdu Ghost City.

The skull on the main gate that had been shaking continuously has stopped moving!

(End of this chapter)