Can't Stand This Lousy Jie Sect Anymore

Chapter 163 Who is this Grandson? (Please Subscribe)


"How about that, nothing more to say?"

The Huai River Water God spoke with a light chuckle: "I have seen countless young ones like you, all thinking highly of themselves after learning a trick or two of Immortal Techniques, fantasizing about changing this or changing that. Yet, in reality, none of you have even thought about how to enact those changes...

Or rather, none of you actually have the ability to change anything.

For you folks, the best outcome is none other than becoming a meal for me... Oh no, you're different from them, you could become my nine hundred and thirty-sixth wife."

Upon hearing this, a flash of cold ruthlessness swept across Wen Zhong's eyes.

"You not only forcefully take common girls as wives but also revel in cannibalism... An Evil God like you, even if you protect the local climate to ensure good harvests, cannot offset your sins!"

Mockingly, the Huai River Water God replied: "On this Primordial Land, countless devour humanity. Without going into distant examples, just look at the Southern Continent, which abounds with mountain demons and water fiends like myself, who erect Divine Temples and enjoy the worship and offerings. Consuming humans and taking wives are all standard affairs... Can you even handle that?

With your Immortal Path yet incomplete, do you have the capability to manage it?"

"I..."

Wen Zhong momentarily fell silent, his fists clenched tight, but he lacked the courage to speak the words that were suffocating in his chest.

At that moment, an indifferent voice echoed at the bottom of his heart.

"Strike if you must, slay if you need, do you not tire from overthinking?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Wen Zhong felt an instant relief in his heart and instinctively cried out in surprise: "Senior Brother, you've finally arrived!"

"What Senior Brother?"

The Huai River Water God frowned slightly, sending out his Divine Thought to sweep the surroundings, yet he detected nothing out of the ordinary.

Wen Zhong scanned around and likewise saw no trace of that familiar towering figure.

He furrowed his brow slightly, about to call out loudly, but suddenly felt a weight in his right hand, as a mysterious object appeared from nowhere.

He instinctively raised his right hand, and saw within it a gold Feather Fan composed of forty-nine neatly arranged golden feathers, each a foot in length, while the fan's handle was crafted from a blend of five different metals, cool to the touch and incredibly hard.

"This is..."

Before Wen Zhong could determine the peculiarities of the Feather Fan, the Huai River Water God had already exclaimed.

"What kind of person are you, to possess such a treasure?"

A thought flashed in Wen Zhong's mind, and numerous ideas suddenly emerged in his consciousness.

On the face of the Huai River Water God, he saw a trace of wariness.

This was an unprecedented occurrence.

It seemed that the Feather Fan must be an extraordinary treasure.

But what did Senior Brother mean by this?

He has come, yet he did not reveal himself, but instead he passed the Feather Fan to me...

Could it be that he wants me to resolve this myself?

Yes, I have ambitions but lack the corresponding Strength, so Senior Brother has given me the Strength!

With this in mind, he held the golden Feather Fan and stared solemnly at the Huai River Water God: "You indulge in the offerings and worship of the people, yet do not ponder the gratitude of the people, and instead feast on humans, oppress the populace, forcefully take away common girls, and amass wealth, committing countless crimes!

Today, I shall slay you, to serve as a warning to all Divine beings!"

Before he finished speaking, the Huai River Water God coldly retorted: "With your level of Dao Xing, how dare you make a move against me?"

As he spoke, he slapped his mount, "Go, show him some color... and snatch that treasure!"

His mount was no ordinary serpent but a transformed one.

Although named a serpent, a transformed serpent was not truly a snake but moved like one.

It had a peculiar appearance, with a human face, the body of a jackal, and a pair of wings on its back. Aside from having a terrifying human face, its cries were as piercing as the wailing of an infant and occasionally sounded like a woman cursing in the streets.

When people heard such voices, the surrounding area was likely to suffer a huge flood shortly thereafter, a type of Evil Beast deeply loathed and abhorred.

At this moment, the transformed serpent wriggled through the air towards Wen Zhong, spitting out colorful poisonous mist as it rapidly lunged to attack.

Earlier, it was this very poison mist that had invaded Wen Zhong, leading to his defeat at the hands of the transformed serpent.

However, facing this attack now, he remained calm and composed, simply waving the golden Feather Fan towards the serpent.

In an instant, a rush of golden radiance burst forth.

It dazzled like the light of a thousand swords!

Above the Huai River, a pair of splendid golden Sword Wings seemed to appear!

They were a pair of Sword Wings, formed from thousands of Immortal Swords, with a gentle flutter scattering countless streaks of sword light.

The ten-meter-long transformed serpent did not even have time to let out a miserable cry before it was disintegrated into the finest particles under the billion strands of sword light.

Seeing this spectacle, everyone present was stunned.

The transformed serpent was so ferocious and terrifying, yet it was turned into dust with a mere flick of the Feather Fan.

"This treasure... is incredibly powerful!"

The Huai River Water God's eyes flashed with both fear and a hint of greed.

The power of the Feather Fan was immense even in Wen Zhong's hands; how much more formidable would it be if he could seize it for his own use?

On the other side, Wen Zhong was equally shocked.

He had previously fought against that transformed serpent and knew that its Dao Xing was far beyond his own reach and that its body was as tough as refined iron.

Even with the Feather Fan in hand, he had prepared himself for a drawn-out battle against his formidable foe.

To his surprise, a single wave of the fan had reduced the previously indomitable enemy to ashes!

After witnessing the formidable power of the treasure, Wen Zhong's confidence greatly soared, and he stared at the Huai River Water God and sternly shouted:

"Now it's your turn!"

Saying this, he was about to wave the fan.

"Wen Zhong!"

The Huai River Water God roared, warning in a cold voice: "Hand over the treasured fan, or those common folk below will lose their lives!"

Wen Zhong's heart trembled slightly as he instinctively looked down.

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