A master of comedy!

Chapter 170 Giant Spirit God, Papermaker

Upon hearing this, the monkey's eyes lit up, as if it had remembered something, and its wariness vanished.

"Haha, it's you!"

It reached for the ancient pine tree beside it, its eyes gleaming with divine light, and uprooted the tree. Then it leaped high into the air and smashed it down on the white-haired old man like a golden cudgel, its eyes burning with the flames of hatred.

"I'll kill this old scoundrel first, then I'll come find you to catch up!"

"Look—awesome!!"

Boom!

The entire Mount Lu seemed to tremble slightly. In the darkness, beasts fled and birds took flight, as if a giant beast had crashed into the mountain.

With a single blow, sand and stones flew, and the sky darkened.

Even from such a distance, Zhou Sheng felt as if his black robe was about to be torn by the wind, and the green hairpin that held his hair back had vanished.

His eyes gleamed strangely, and a wave of emotion surged within him. What a terrifying blow!
At least for now, he can only dodge this blow; if he tries to parry, he'll probably be turned into mincemeat in an instant.

Faced with this earth-shattering blow, the white-haired old man did not dodge. Instead, he threw out a small paper figure from his sleeve and formed a hand seal.

The next moment, the paper figure swelled in the wind and transformed into the appearance of a giant spirit god.

He was nine zhang and nine chi tall, with a face as red as cast bronze. He wore a Hunyuan chainmail armor, with a mountain-suppressing talisman engraved on each plate. When he moved, it sounded like ten thousand mountains were humming.

The giant spirit raised one hand high, slamming it down to block the massive club. His body trembled violently, and the ground beneath his feet cracked open. At the same time, he raised his Xuanhua axe with his other hand and chopped it down at the monkey.

In mythology, it is said that the Xuanhua Axe of the Giant Spirit God weighed 3,600 catties, and the handle was a broken branch of the Jianmu tree. When it was swung, it brought with it twenty-four sounds of wind and thunder, and could split mountains and shatter peaks.

This paper-made giant spirit, though not as powerful, was still not to be underestimated. A huge and sharp axe blade descended from the sky, seemingly about to cut the entire Mount Lu in half.

The monkey simply laughed loudly, its fur gleaming with golden light. It neither dodged nor flinched, and even rammed its head against the giant axe.

clang!!!
The giant axe struck like a golden bell, emitting scorching sparks, and the axe blade chipped, with cracks spreading further.

An indestructible body!

"You good-looking but useless fellow, are you going to comb my old man's hair?"

"Heh heh, even the lice on your grandpa Sun's head are harder than your broken axe!"

The monkey's laughter was arrogant and disdainful. At the same time, it grabbed the ancient pine tree and smashed it to pieces, revealing the golden, gleaming staff inside.

This ancient pine tree has sheltered it for countless years, absorbing a large amount of the essence of the sun and moon, which has long become its companion treasure.

"Hey!!"

With a furious roar, the golden monkey wielded his mighty cudgel, and although his figure was small, it seemed as if he had leaped to the heavens, making even the bright moon pale in comparison.

As the club came crashing down, the giant spirit tried to grab it with his hands, but the moment his arm touched the club, his massive body began to crumble and collapse inch by inch.

With a crisp crack, the giant spirit turned into countless pieces of paper.

The white-haired old man's eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he wanted to take out a new paper figure, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, and a flash of light appeared like a startled swan.

His hands were severed at the root.

Immediately afterwards, the tip of the knife pierced his chest, the hilt spinning as if to shred his aged heart.

However, the old man was not surprised. He simply stared indifferently at the mysterious masked man who was gripping the knife hilt, his voice icy.

"You dare ruin my plans, no matter who you are..."

"Everyone must pay a price."

Zhou Sheng also realized something was wrong, because there was no blood flowing from the other person's body, and the wound was not flesh and blood, but... paper.

This is also a paper figure?
The next moment, the white-haired old man transformed into countless flying paper cranes, scattering in all directions, leaving only a sound behind.

"You've cut off my path to survival today; one day I'll make sure your entire family is wiped out, not even a dog!"

A voice filled with hatred echoed in the night sky, seemingly using some kind of secret technique, making it impossible to pinpoint its location.

Whoosh!
Yao Taifeng's arrow shot out, killing three birds with one arrow, piercing three flying paper cranes, all of which were fake.

"You old thief, don't run away! Give me back my monkey grandson's life!!" The monkey's eyes gleamed with golden light, his pupils like fire, but he couldn't find the true body hidden among the thousands of paper cranes for a moment. In his anger, he could only raise his stick and smash it.

The wind howled, and the iron rod carried the force of a raging storm, each strike capable of shattering countless paper cranes.

However, they still couldn't touch the real person and could only watch helplessly as the other party escaped from Mount Lu.

Once outside the Lushan area, the monkey could only stop and sigh in despair, for it had not yet completely shed its stone body and could not leave this place.

He was so angry that he scratched his ears and cheeks and roared like thunder.

Just then, a traditional opera tune suddenly rang out.

"One arrow decides the fate of the world; its divine might shakes all the feudal lords!"

Whoosh!!

An arrow, like a shooting star, streaked across the night, plunging down from the mountaintop. Thunderous energy swirled around the arrowhead, making it appear from afar like a thunderbolt descending from the sky.

"Xiao Feng, that arrow was amazing..."

Jinse was so amazed by the power of the arrow that she stopped playing her zither and couldn't help but praise it.

But Yao Taifeng shook her head and smiled, staring blankly at the figure in the distance.

"This is not my arrow, it is Danshan's... the arrow that shot the halberd at the gate..."

Thunderous roar!

This unstoppable arrow did not display the skill of killing multiple birds with one arrow; it merely pinned an ordinary paper crane to the boulder.

The next moment, all the fluttering paper cranes fell to the ground, as if they had suddenly lost their magic.

An elderly man was pierced through the heart by a divine arrow transformed from Yazi. His feet left the ground, and he was firmly nailed to a blue stone, his eyes flickering and changing light.

"So it was... a sorcerer..."

He coughed up blood and uttered these words haltingly, then suddenly trembled and exclaimed in shock, "No, you, who are you?!"

His three souls and seven spirits were being burned by a strange power, and even with his profound magical power, he could only barely resist the erosion at this moment.

If he were to be hit by another arrow, he feared he would lose all hope of even being able to switch to the path of the demon.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Sheng stood atop the mountain, his black robes fluttering like banners. His wrathful Vajra Warrior appearance resembled a demon king suppressing hell, his crimson eyes locked on the distant enemy as he slowly drew back the precious carved bow in his hand.

The bowstring is as taut as a full moon, and the arrow flashes with lightning.

The old man gathered his last bit of magical power and pleaded telepathically.

"I am... the thirty-second generation successor of the Yin Bai family's paper-making lineage—"

boom!
The bowstring twanged like thunder.

"None of my business."

Zhou Sheng's voice was indifferent, but his eyes held a chilling murderous intent.

The arrow struck right between the eyebrows, the Geng metal energy tearing apart flesh and meridians, while the power of the Ksitigarbha mask scorched the soul.

As blood gushed forth, the arrogant and self-important leader of the Longhua Sect finally breathed his last.

Zhou Sheng sheathed his bow, and the fierce expression of the Vajra Warrior on his face slowly faded, returning to a look that was half compassionate and half ferocious.

He removed his mask, revealing his handsome and refined face. Despite having just finished a major battle, he showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, he was radiant and full of energy.

It seems that it received some kind of power from the souls that were slain.

Qi and blood, muscles and bones, and spirit have all subtly improved, and the innate talent seems to have been raised even higher.

This feeling is actually quite captivating.

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(End of this chapter)