Chapter 87: Battle Of Ghosts And Gods!
The Life-Snatching Throat-Locking Spear seemed like mercury spilling to the ground, enveloping the force of mountains collapsing and seas overturning as it fell.
Amid Song Yinglong’s fierce howl, the long spear sliced through the air, meeting it head-on without yielding an inch.
Before this spear and long spear even collided, the air was already dense with force, as if countless tiny particles had crashed together, faintly resounding with the sound of wind and thunder.
In the flash of lightning and flint, brilliant silver light enveloped the long spear, and in an instant, the long street fell silent.
The martial artists of Crouching Tiger Manor, Tao Gongwang, Tao Jingxing, and the Golden Soup Camp soldiers all felt as if all sounds in their ears had vanished.
The sound of wind and thunder all receded.
But in the next instant, a massive roar erupted like a mountain collapse and tsunami, centered on the spear-long spear clash, with vast force venting outward, boiling the air as if it were seething, forming a massive shockwave.
Dust and gravel rose from the ground, and nearby martial artists felt as if their chests had been struck by heavy fists, grunting dully and retreating in horror.
At the same time, the majestic warhorse under Song Yinglong neighed sadly, its four hooves slamming down fiercely, colliding with the hard green stone ground, instantly producing the sound of bones shattering and blood splattering.
Yet Song Yinglong, in the instant the warhorse toppled, landed steadily on both feet, standing like a mountain, rooting firmly to the ground.
The green bricks under his feet buzzed and trembled, cracking patterns exploding ‘crack crack’ and spreading to ten feet away in the blink of an eye.
Earth Vein Listening Force!
This was one of Song Yinglong’s cultivated forces, allowing him to align the soles of his feet with the earth veins, diverting part of an opponent’s incoming force into the ground.
Since Song Yinglong【Mysterious Iron Buddha Skin Gang】 reached great completion, he had never used this force, for he had always been the one overwhelming others with aura.
But this time…
“What astonishing force!”
Song Yinglong’s usually cold and hard face also changed color; even after diverting part of the force, receiving this spear still made his whole body tense, his bones creaking ‘crack crack’.
“Such divine power—what gang body is this? 【Mountain-Cracking Wild Ox Gang】 or 【Sea-Coiling Python Tendon Gang】?”
In Song Yinglong’s knowledge, being invulnerable to blades and spears while possessing infinite strength was something only a gang body could achieve.
Little did he know that Hong Yuan had achieved it instantly through root bone allocation.
He roared fiercely; before Hong Yuan could land, he pivoted underfoot and arrived at the side, his long spear thrusting out like a venomous dragon, biting viciously toward Hong Yuan’s chest.
Hong Yuan was in mid-air with nowhere to borrow force, but the Life-Snatching Throat-Locking Spear swiftly changed, its originally thunderous momentum suddenly becoming ethereal and elusive, flickering unpredictably.
The long spear changed like flowing clouds, traceless as a clear breeze, instantly wrapping around that ‘venomous dragon’.
This was Hong Yuan’s Unfixed Spear Art, adapted from the Wuding Sword Sect’s martial arts and incorporated into his spear technique.
In one breath, not only did it wrap the venomous dragon, but tiny cold stars spread out, blooming like fireworks in the air, enveloping Song Yinglong’s vital points all around.
Song Yinglong spun back and withdrew, his long spear whirling into a rapid spinning wheel of light, sealing off all incoming killing moves.
Clang clang clang!
Massive metallic clashes exploded in the air, clusters of sparks flying, the temperature within several dozen feet rising sharply; with each spear-long spear collision, crisp air burst sounds rang out in succession.
At the center of Hong Yuan and Song Yinglong’s clash, the silver gleam from the long spear intertwined with the bloody cold light from the steel long spear, striking violently like a meat grinder.
Blade-sharp force cut the air, emitting shrill whistles; the ground tore open with long fissures, and that fallen horse had long since exploded into shredded flesh and blood under the force’s tearing.
The martial artists of Crouching Tiger Manor retreated in horrified shock, many gripping their weapons, bodies trembling uncontrollably, eyelids twitching wildly.
They were considered rare experts in the jianghu, yet now they couldn’t even see the two men’s figures clearly, let alone intervene in their battle.
With their level of kung fu, if they approached within three dozen feet, they would likely be drawn in at any moment, their flesh, blood, muscles, and bones pulverized in a breath.
After a dozen breaths of spear-long spear clashes, countless strikes later, not only did it not stop, but it shook even more intensely.
Thunderous booms one after another; even from ten dozen feet away, Tao Gongwang, Tao Jingxing, and the Golden Soup Camp soldiers felt the ground quake violently, their ears ringing nonstop, heads dizzy and swollen, as if plunged into boundless ocean raging waves, on the verge of capsizing into the towering waves.
Green brick ground shattered inch by inch, flying gravel bursting out, shooting in all directions like hundreds of crossbowmen firing in unison.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
They struck swiftly on the houses lining both sides of the street, instantly exploding roof tiles, splintering wood; some pierced windows and fell into houses, immediately eliciting chained fearful shouts from those inside.
The Crouching Tiger Manor folk and Golden Soup Camp soldiers retreated repeatedly, dodging the flying gravel; though shaken and pale, even unable to see the two figures clearly, they couldn’t tear their eyes away, staring dry-mouthed.
Suddenly, light swirled, the long street shook with a boom, and a human figure shot out diagonally, crashing incomparably fast into a four-story teahouse nearby.
Before they could discern it, another person darted in like lightning, with almost no pause, and then the sound of raging force whistled loudly inside the teahouse, as if stirring up gusts of fierce wind.
Immediately after, rumbling sounds nonstop; the fierce wind rose from bottom to top, swiftly reaching the fourth floor; in the next instant, dense silver light poured out from the teahouse’s fourth story, half the roof suddenly flipping up, massive chunks of bricks and tiles flying skyward, then crashing down ‘crash crash’.
Fortunately, the teahouse guests had long scattered, and even the shopkeeper had hidden somewhere, or there would surely have been many casualties.
Whoosh!
A long spear suddenly pierced through the wall, flying diagonally down from several dozen feet high, easily embedding into the ground, buzzing and trembling nonstop, though its fine steel shaft was already bent.
“That’s the Manor Lord’s weapon?” The Crouching Tiger Manor crowd’s faces changed dramatically.
Immediately after, the teahouse rooftop ridge shook violently, emitting a teeth-gritting cracking sound, then collapsed with a boom.
Tao Gongwang, Tao Jingxing, and the others stared blankly, fists clenched tight, foreheads rolling with beads of sweat.
In their eyes, these two were akin to demons; such a battle was like the clash of legendary ghost gods.
Amid the crowd’s horrified gazes, faint golden light cracked through, smashing aside falling tiles and beams, shooting skyward—it was Song Yinglong.
His hands struck repeatedly, slapping downward; dense explosive sounds like raindrops spread out—it was the pursuing silver spear, roaming dragon-like.
Song Yinglong resisted the spear tip with his bare palms; each clash made his body shudder, his face twitching slightly.
When that silver spear shook apart his palms and suddenly flashed toward his heart for the kill, a trace of horror flashed in Song Yinglong’s eyes.
He suddenly uttered a guttural phrase, and immediately a burning sensation came from his chest; ‘crack’, something shattered.
Bird-like chirps seemed to emanate from within Song Yinglong’s body; his hands suddenly spread open, flapping like wings, and his figure abruptly floated up, drifting to three dozen feet high.
Even more bizarrely, he didn’t fall; he spun in mid-air, crossing several dozen feet of long street, lightly landing on the opposite house.
Swoosh!
Hong Yuan shot out, his shadow flashing as he stood on a yet-to-collapse beam pillar, eyes flickering as he looked toward Song Yinglong opposite.
Retracting the long spear, Hong Yuan didn’t pursue, instead clapping in admiration: “I never imagined Brother Song not only excels in martial arts but also masters illusions—truly impressive to Hong!”
