The King of Curses

Chapter 350 The Heavenly Palace Appears

"Boom."

The curse master spread his legs.

The gun was quite peculiar; it was heavy and cold, composed of three sections, each with a distinct spiral pattern defining its boundaries.

She stood with her heels firmly planted on the ground, but her toes slightly raised, like tree roots gripping the earth yet ready to leave at any moment; her knees were slightly bent, holding a heavy, elastic force, and her back was taut, like a drawn bow that had not yet been released.

Only the barely perceptible tremor of the spear tip revealed the surging, unleashing power of thunder within, its sharp edge aimed directly at the distant demons.

Amidst Qiao Wan's increasingly long and ethereal breathing, a murderous intent locked onto her.

A flash of crimson light appeared briefly in the zombie's pupils.

The moment its enormous bat wings spread, it vanished from the spot.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a loud bang like a bullet being fired, rings of clouds burst open, and the flying zombie moved through the air at a speed that the naked eye could not keep up with, each step creating ripples like water on a lake.

Qiao Wan's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, and even as a series of shockwaves exploded, she still firmly locked onto its movement trajectory.

"boom!"

The flying zombie's figure vanished instantly from a hundred meters away, its fist slamming fiercely towards her face.

With the most precise movements and the most effortless angle, Qiao Wan slightly raised the gun in her hand, catching the fierce blow and demonstrating superb skills.

The fist collided with the gun barrel, which rapidly deformed before the naked eye, transforming into a stretched bow. A violent shockwave erupted from the "bowstring," unleashing a fierce gust of wind.

The female spellcaster's hair was blown about by the wind, but her posture remained unshaken. She twisted her wrist, slightly turned the gun barrel, and channeled the heavy force of her fist into the ground, then spread it to her wrist, and finally circulated back to the gun.

The next second, the momentum that had been building up at the tip of the spear surged rapidly, and a thunderous roar erupted.

"Roar--!"

A flash of light erupted, and the flying zombie cried out in pain.

Using complex leverage techniques to combine two forces into one, the gun, poised to strike—like a bow drawn to its fullest extent, with its tip like an arrow—bites swiftly into the zombie's chest like a venomous snake.

Despite its astonishing speed and agility, the Flying Zombie was unable to dodge the attack; however, the spear tip also failed to pierce the indestructible body of the highest-level zombie.

And so the flash occurred, a clash between sharp and blunt weapons, sparks flying as a sharp, piercing friction sound was emitted.

"Fuck."

The zombie spread its wings and flapped them forward. Upon impact, its body tilted backward, but at the crucial moment, it stretched out its legs and plunged them straight into the ground. Combined with the airflow from its flapping wings, it forcibly stabilized its body.

Its actions didn't end there. The next instant, the ground shattered, and the zombie kicked.

On its grotesque feet, each nail was curved like a hook, incredibly sharp; painted a ghostly green, clearly contaminated with deadly poison, it clawed at the face of the woman holding the gun.

Qiao Wan's expression remained cold and unchanged, clearly indicating that all of this was within her expectations.

With minimal, precise movement, the female sorcerer slightly turned her head, narrowly missing the zombie's grappling hook. A few strands of her hair broke off and scattered in the air.

The reason for dancing on the edge of a knife is to avoid being pushed away and to always stay within the range of close combat.

As the largest group of curse masters in the area, the Time Wheel Society naturally wouldn't neglect intelligence work. After confirming that Sun Daoren had arrived in this town, information about his past deeds and the flying zombies he most often manipulated had already fallen into the hands of Ban Han and Qiao Wan.

The Flying Zombie's body is exceptionally sturdy, and ordinary cold or hot weapons cannot cause any damage. If a large amount of true qi is poured in, it is possible to break through the yin qi and further break through the body, but doing so would consume too much energy and would not be worth the effort.

As for the strategy to deal with this monster, it was prepared long ago.

It's now!

Qiao Wan's eyes flashed, and with a sudden flick of her wrist, the weapon in her hand emitted a crisp mechanical chime once more, transforming in an instant. The three sections of the spear shaft broke off, with the middle section extending to both sides, and metal rings bulging out one after another, nesting together in layers—

The spear in the female sorcerer's hand instantly transformed into chains, writhing like a living venomous snake as it wrapped around the zombie's bat wings and then bound its hands and feet.

The original "spear tip" also broke off, splitting into several smaller metal pieces, like arrowheads, which, along with the chain, pierced deeply into the ground.

"Urgent as a law."

Qiao Wan kicked the wooden box at her feet, conjured talismans in her hand, and slapped them seven times onto the monster. The seven yellow talismans spontaneously combusted without wind, and the earthen-yellow light extended from the zombie's body to the ground, like flowing rainwater, seeping deep into its depths.

The chains themselves are both a form of imprisonment and the best medium. She used the earth's spiritual energy to integrate the restraints on her weapons with the ground beneath her feet.

"...!"

The zombie bared its fangs and struggled fiercely. The terrifying force caused the nails and chains to rattle and crack, and the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters was shaking and cracking.

But even with its strength, it couldn't break free from the earth's grasp for the time being.

So it opened its mouth without hesitation, and a green flame flickered in its throat, ready to unleash its deadly attack.

Advanced zombies possess the ability to spew poisonous mist and flames. At the level of flying zombies, they can even manipulate "poisonous fire," which combines the two into one, resulting in a pure, insidious, and terrifying effect.

Of course, this was also within Qiao Wan's preparation scope.

Without hesitation, she activated the wooden box again, this time ejecting several peach wood nails. The female sorcerer grabbed them and, without hesitation, shoved them into the wide-open mouth of the flying zombie.

At the critical moment, the toxic fire that was about to erupt was forcibly shoved back down.

The Flying Zombie screamed in agony. Not only was its throat damaged by the thing it was restrained from, but the poisonous fire that it couldn't expel was also backfiring inside its body, coursing beneath its skin, with ominous green light flowing beneath its white fur.

"Hey!"

Qiao Wan didn't stop. Seven more times, following the positions indicated by the talisman, she drove wooden nails into seven acupoints on the zombie's head and toes.

At this moment, the flying zombie's instincts had already sensed something was wrong. It began to struggle desperately, and the ground beneath the female curse master's feet trembled violently. Spiderweb-like patterns spread and expanded, and the entire surface began to sink.

"die!"

Meanwhile, Sun Daoren, who was secretly observing, was also getting restless. The Flying Zombie was his most prized creation, and if it were destroyed here, it would take an unknown amount of materials and time to restore it. It was also the basis for his domineering ways.

With a sharp roar, a fat figure wearing a dark yellow Taoist robe flew into the air, like a bat in the night, swooping down from behind Qiao Wan.

Following behind him were several figures of varying sizes, all with equally ferocious faces; some were golden, others bronze, representing different levels of zombies.

Including Sun Daoren himself, his eyes were bloodshot and his fangs were protruding, clearly indicating that he had even undergone the tempering of corpse techniques to enhance his combat power.

Despite being attacked from both sides, Qiao Wan remained calm and composed.

With a flick of her wrists, the last two items automatically jumped out of the wooden box. These were the final, decisive pieces of the puzzle, the result of a series of preparations.

One was a strangely shaped device, resembling a helmet, which landed in her left hand; a slender bronze device extended from the top of the "helmet," like an antenna.

And, a remote control, fell into her right hand.

With a flick of her wrist, Qiao Wan casually placed the "helmet" device on the flying zombie's head.

Meanwhile, the "nails" that had trapped the flying zombie and were embedded in the ground at its feet began to loosen, the chains slipped, and the bloodthirsty monster was ready to devour anyone it could, its outstretched claws only a few centimeters away from Qiao Wan; on the other side, Sun Daoren and his zombie servants had also reached her back... However, she showed no sign of panic or fear, because everything was developing as planned.

The female sorcerer laughed wildly, her hands forming a hand seal, and she shouted:
"Come!"

a bolt from the blue.

"Gah——!"

A tremendous roar erupted in broad daylight, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

The indigo light descended from the sky like a sharp sword, and the lightning that erupted upon hitting the ground was so intense that it momentarily overshadowed the sun.

The flying zombie was struck squarely by the lightning bolt, which was as thick as a water bucket.

Originally, a single bolt of lightning wouldn't have been enough to kill this indestructible monster. However, the talismans and nails that had been applied earlier took effect at the same time, causing the vast amount of lightning to penetrate the skin in the blink of an eye and burst forth from acupoints and defects.

The helmet in the wooden box became a positioning device, and the lightning that came from nowhere didn't just strike once and then stop, but instead continuously poured down high-energy current like a water column.

The terrifying electric light engulfed the several zombies that pounced on it. As for the flying zombie in the center, every inch of its body was being repeatedly crushed by the scalding electric current until its bones were charred and its flesh was burned away. Its miserable roar was drowned out by the chirping of a thousand birds.

Even so, it did not die easily, but slowly, very slowly, raised its hand, trying to remove the device from its head...

Qiao Wan, who had jumped to a distance, saw this scene. She would not give the enemy any chance to take advantage of her. She lifted the wooden box, and a sharp sword that gleamed coldly jumped out of it like a carp caught in a net and was held in the woman's hand.

"Hey."

Under her control, the flying sword shot out, cleanly severing the flying zombie's limbs. The zombie finally stopped moving, slumped to the ground, its body turning black and curling up like charred charcoal…

……

Unending bolts of lightning cascaded down from the sky like a waterfall, not content with burning the demonic creature, they continued to spread across the ground, expanding like flowing water, leaving behind a patch of pitch black scorched by the intense heat, the soil gradually turning into crystals.

Qiao Wantong has spiritual insight.

"The Thousand Machine Box transformed five times in total; the Flying Zombie is confirmed destroyed. The operator is Sun Daoren..."

She looked around as she carried the wooden box.

"They have already fled."

"Hard."

Ban Han asked.

"Have you sensed the presence of any other curse masters?"

"No. The Thousand-Mechanism Box I have still has two transformations left, just in case of a surprise attack. But..."

Qiao Wan shook the wooden box, and a pair of binoculars appeared in her hand. She picked it up and looked around, but still found nothing.

"It seems unlikely that it will appear."

“Yes, of course. We checked once when we came to town, and we’ve been conducting regular spiritual searches ever since. The fact that we haven’t been able to find them means that their methods are more sophisticated and they won’t reveal themselves so easily.”

Ban Han said.

"Come back first."

"it is good……"

As soon as Qiao Wan finished speaking, the ground beneath her feet trembled unnaturally, startling her so much that she jumped up from the spot.

Clutching the Thousand-Mechanism Box for its last chance to transform, her gaze fell on the charred remains in the distance, assuming the sorcerer had another trick up their sleeve, but…

She quickly realized that the source of the tremor was from a more distant place.

Qiao Wan looked up and gazed into the distance, unconsciously picking up the binoculars in her hand again.

At the edge of that town, above the mountains.

At first, what appeared in the sky were only blurry shadows and floating halos, appearing and disappearing among the clouds; only when the gaze settled did it slowly become clear that it was a magnificent and spectacular scene that could only be described as a "celestial palace".

There are layers upon layers of palace complexes connected by several long jade bridges; the continuous blue glazed tile roofs shine brightly under the sunlight, like a vast blue sea; beneath the roofs, the walls and pillars of the palaces are all made of flawless white jade, staggered and uneven.

The clouds, like living things, entwined around the pillars and upturned eaves of the palace, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, sometimes like a thin veil, and sometimes suddenly opening up to a bright and clear view.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, bathed in brilliant sunlight, the celestial palace floats solemnly, occasionally revealing its magnificence before disappearing into the vastness again.

People near the town could see this, and they all looked up, staring at the sky in disbelief.

For the curse masters lurking nearby, this spectacular phenomenon meant only one thing:

The gates to the ancient ruins are opening for them.

"I am grass."

Qiao Wan subconsciously cursed. As a high-level curse master, she was knowledgeable, but that didn't mean she could remain calm when she saw a scene from a myth.

"It really is a heavenly palace."

With a slight turn of the telescope, she saw several beams of light of different colors take off from afar, eagerly flying towards the faint outline of the celestial palace.

It's not just people stationed in Majiazui; several nearby towns have also seen curse masters arrive in the past few days. Various forces are mixed together, and the Sun Daoist they just defeated was just one of them.

His companion's voice rang in his ears again:
"Let's go, we can't fall behind."

*
The high school girl, who was sitting in Cen Dongsheng's lap, looking down at the scenery and swinging her legs, suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

"The Heavenly Palace has appeared in the world."

The brother and sister watched the battle between the Time Wheel Society and the sorcerer in a secluded place where no one could see them. In less than a day, Cen Dongsheng's level of using his spiritual sense had improved by leaps and bounds.

They were both in a relaxed mood until strange phenomena appeared in the sky.

"Brother, what's next..."

The girl turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for the adventure to come.

"Follow that guy named Zhao Chengxu, let's follow him."

"it is good."

Yi Qingyan jumped down from her brother's arms and pulled him up.

At this moment, the earth shook.

What was originally just a blurry outline of a celestial palace in the distance gradually transformed into a tangible form, encroaching on the once empty sky and even blocking out the sun.

The Heavenly Palace did not merely appear on Earth; it also displayed a fierce and unstoppable aggression. Its vast and intricate complex of buildings expanded and magnified in the air until its shadow fell upon the ground, covering the entire town…

(End of this chapter)