Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

"This is the consequence of toying with me!"

It screamed frantically and hysterically.

But that wasn't the end.

The corpse was stitched back together with a wave of its hand.

"I swear you won't die so easily!"

It extended a bony hand, piercing Wu Xiaode's chest, and squeezed the heart inside forcefully.

——The pleasure of taking down this guy is truly rich and fulfilling!

Amid the screams of its opponent——

The corpse sent Wu Xiaode flying with a punch.

It jumped up, continuously battering Wu Xiaode in mid-air.

It took several dozen breaths before it turned its left arm into a sharp bone spike, penetrating Wu Xiaode's head in one strike.

"Burial of a Hundred Bones!"

The corpse shouted.

It landed on the ground, stepping on Wu Xiaode's head, as countless sharp long bones emerged around him, slicing him into pieces.

The process was extremely slow, lasting a full half hour.

Finally——

Wu Xiaode's soul and body were completely unrecognizable.

Yet the corpse wasn't satisfied, grinning wickedly:

"I have a magic that can sew your soul and flesh back together, allowing me to repeat all the previous tortures!"

It casually pointed at the pile of broken corpses on the ground.

The corpses reassembled into a tattered humanoid form, with the fragmented soul infused into the body.

The corpse spoke with a tone of extreme satisfaction:

"Beg me, trash."

"Let your pleading move me; maybe I'll slightly shorten the torture time."

The body trembled non-stop.

Although it was stitched up, it was still covered in wounds, constantly subjected to extreme pain.

The corpse let out a sharp laugh and was about to say something more when someone tapped its shoulder.

A low voice sounded in its ear:

"I didn't want to interrupt your fun, but you're playing too wildly, so I think I should remind you."

"——You are already dead."

With those words spoken.

The corpse froze.

The corpse on the ground suddenly disappeared.

Everything around began to change rapidly.

The corpse looked around and found itself still standing on White Bone Mountain.

However, its body seemed to have been sliced a thousand times, with a large hole in the center of the skull, as if something sharp had directly pierced it.

But that wasn't the end.

Upon closer inspection, its body seemed to have completely collapsed.

Because of a certain extremely familiar spell——

It had been barely stitched back together, barely able to stand.

And its soul and consciousness were like a dying flame, ready to extinguish at any moment.

"Impossible."

The corpse growled, looking up across the distance.

The person stood not far away, quietly watching him.

"With your strength, there's no way you could beat me like this."

The corpse asserted with absolute certainty.

Wu Xiaode nodded, glancing at the blood bar above its head.

The gray blood bar was already depleted, leaving only the last sliver.

"I indeed don't have the ability to drain all your Endless Blood, so I didn't make a move."

Wu Xiaode said.

The corpse suddenly realized.

It looked down at its own injuries once more.

These wounds exuded an indescribably familiar feeling.

The remaining magic fluctuations and damage on them seemed like——

The work of its own hands.

Exactly.

What kind of spell did the opponent use to make all its attacks fall on itself?

It had never heard of such a spell!

"How does it feel to hit yourself?"

Wu Xiaode stood with arms crossed, dark light surging around him forming a giant hand.

The opponent only had a last sliver of blood left, and Dragon Snake on Land was true damage——

This time it would definitely take them out!

The corpse suddenly laughed, its tone trembling with excitement:

"How wonderful your methods are, I never thought the strange could reach such a level, I truly want to let you continue to grow, becoming an even more tempting fruit."

"You have no blood left." Wu Xiaode stated.

"Death means nothing to us." The corpse replied indifferently.

"Your Endless Blood has been drained; can you really recover immediately?"

Wu Xiaode asked seriously, as if discussing an academic problem.

Recovering full blood instantly is very difficult, but achievable.

But if it had already been taken out, completely dead, and can still immediately resurrect with full blood——

That would be terrifying.

Run as far away from this creature as possible, never to meet again.

If you must meet this creature, you should learn such evil magic in advance to fight it.

In fact, to be cautious, he only utilized half the power of "Burning God's Calamity Intent: Evil Sealing God Slaughter".

——Which is the Eye Pupil Skill.

The other one hadn't been used, ready at any moment.

With a somber look, the corpse said slowly: "Remember, these are injuries I caused to myself, you couldn't possibly do it."

"That's right, so I'm betting you can't recover immediately from this kind of damage." Wu Xiaode insisted.

——What is the answer?

"I just need a little time." The corpse said.

Wu Xiaode breathed a sigh of relief.

The dark giant fist smashed down on the corpse with a boom.

The ground shook.

The corpse's body was scattered, bones rolling everywhere.

Wu Xiaode's eyes flashed.

The dark giant hand immediately blocked a flying rib.

"Goodbye then."

He spoke up.

—Enduring a full-force attack from an Evil Demon Level, even the evil demon itself could not withstand it easily.

While it takes time to recover—

I need to return to the front line.

This battle has already taken too long, and I haven't died.

Next.

Just find a hidden place to hide until my time on the front line is over.

Then I can return.

Completely avoiding it.

Wu Xiaode thought like this and immediately wanted to set off.

Suddenly.

A tremendously strong pulling force came from the Void.

A prompt rune suddenly appeared on the Evil Spirit Book:

"Your 'Companion Mark' has been activated."

"The 'Hermit' sequence is fully unleashing powerful Law force, traversing the endless Void to find you, preparing to pull you back to Sarina's side."

"Do you allow it?"

It's Sarina!

Wu Xiaode immediately said, "Allow!"

The fluctuations of teleportation power began to gather on him.

At the last moment.

A thought suddenly occurred in Wu Xiaode's mind.

Traveling through so many worlds and fighting for so long, I should at least bring back some spoils of war.

He glanced around.

He saw a giant dark hand blocking a rib belonging to a skeleton.

It's you!

The giant dark hand changed posture and grasped it.

The next moment.

A strong spatial tearing force appeared around Wu Xiaode, directly taking him away from this White Bone Mountain ridge.

After he left.

A long while later.

The shattered bones trembled continuously, slowly gathering together, reassembling into shape.

A voice suddenly spoke from within the pile of bones:

"Unexpectedly... I'm going to advance..."

...

The Void flashed.

Wu Xiaode found himself in an endless gray fog.

Looking out through the fog, he vaguely saw a huge altar surrounding him.

This was a circular bronze altar, crowded with powerful humanoid beings.

Each one was continuously chanting spells.

All the spell voices converged, transforming into tangible runes that fell into the hands of the woman at the center of the altar.

—Holy Avatar, Sarina!

Wu Xiaode looked at Sarina.

Sarina immediately sensed something, grasped all the runes in her hand, and softly said:

"Break the boundary."

In an instant, all the fog dispersed.

Wu Xiaode lightly landed on the altar, cupping his hands towards Sarina and said:

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for saving me back."

All the chanting stopped.

The people all looked over to Wu Xiaode, wanting to see his appearance clearly.

Sarina smiled and said:

"You should thank the 'War' sequence that hosts the front-line battle. I contributed a lot of power, but without it organizing this large summoning, you couldn't have returned."

Is that so.

So the ninth sequence is "War."

"I clearly went to the front line, why was I suddenly teleported back?"

Wu Xiaode asked.

"Because your teleportation was a trap—" Sarina's expression slightly changed, "Wait! What's that!"

Wu Xiaode followed her gaze.

Behind him, the giant dark hand was holding a rib that was continuously trembling.

"Oh this, it's a rib from an evil object I fought with. I thought maybe I could bring it back as a trophy."

Wu Xiaode explained nonchalantly.

The surroundings fell into a dead silence.

He suddenly noticed that the people's breathing had become heavier.

Some even started panting.

Suddenly.

Familiar glowing small letters appeared in front of Wu Xiaode:

"Council members, if you are willing to surrender this evil object's rib, this sequence will ensure you become a member of the 'Jiuyao' elders' council, enjoying supreme privileges."

"Please place the evil object's rib in the Void directly, this sequence is about to retrieve it."

Wu Xiaode read it all in one glance, couldn't help but chuckle.

To be safe, he even used the giant dark hand to completely wrap around the rib to prevent it from being snatched away.

"Is it Jiuyao? You want my stuff? Get lost."

Wu Xiaode said lazily.

"Jiuyao" fell silent.

Suddenly, five or six prompt runes emerged from the Void, respectively from "Sage," "Dark Night," "Divine Gift," "Miracle," "Glory," "Mimic," and "War."

The densely packed prompt runes unfolded, displaying their most valuable exchange list.

According to those prompt runes—

Just handing over this evil object's rib could directly exchange for all kinds of extremely powerful treasures listed above.

Wu Xiaode glanced casually, suddenly remembering something, and looked at Sarina.

He just met Sarina's gaze.

—This is the person who saved me back.

Such a big operation earlier must have been costly.

With this thought, Wu Xiaode revealed a sweet smile and respectfully said:

"Sister, do you want it?"

"This is the body of an A-Level evil object 'skeleton,' of extremely high value. Are you willing to hand it over to me?" Sarina asked.

"It's just a bone, if sister wants it, I'll give it to you." Wu Xiaode said.

The giant dark hand flew over and opened in front of Sarina.

The evil object's rib lay quietly in its palm, motionless.