166: Weasel paying New Year's greetings

Lu Chen's eyes narrowed, and the dragon fiend spear in his hand hummed and vibrated.

"Break!"

With a low shout, Lu Chen moved like lightning, and the dragon fiend spear transformed into a black bolt of lightning. Wherever the spear tip passed, the air was torn with an ear-piercing shriek.

The first weasel demon that lunged hadn't even gotten close before it was pierced through the chest by a single spear thrust. The spear energy exploded, and its demonic body instantly burst into a mist of blood.

Lu Chen didn't stop. His spear momentum was like a Dragon, sweeping through thousands of enemies. The second and third demons were successively shredded by the spear's shadow, with severed limbs flying and a rain of blood splashing.

The pack of weasel demons roared and attacked, their claws like knives and their fangs menacing. Several demons even spat out poisonous mist, attempting to corrode Lu Chen's protective True Qi.

However, the dragon fiend spear's light flared, and the True Dragon phantom coiling around the spear shaft suddenly solidified. A "Dragon's Head Raise" swept across, and the spear wind, like an angry tide, dispersed all the poisonous mist.

Lu Chen moved like a ghost, weaving through the demon pack. With every spear thrust, a demon was killed.

A large weasel demon ambushed him from behind, its sharp claws aiming directly for Lu Chen's back.

Lu Chen didn't even turn his head, thrusting his spear backward. The spear tip precisely pierced the demon's throat, and then the spear shaft vibrated, instantly exploding the demon's head.

On the other side, three demons lunged simultaneously. Lu Chen sneered, and his spear momentum suddenly changed, transforming into a sky full of spear shadows, pouring down like a torrential rain. The three demons were instantly shredded into a pulp.

Bai Jingjing moved along the edge of the battlefield, providing support. Silver needles flashed at her fingertips, each one precisely embedded in a demon's eye socket, causing it to howl in pain and collapse.

Her figure was light and agile, like a butterfly flitting among flowers. Occasionally, her gaze met Lu Chen's, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly, as if she was enjoying this feast of slaughter.

Third Master Huang saw the heavy casualties among the demon pack and shrieked, "Form the Hundred Demon Soul Devouring Array!" The remaining demons, hearing this, bit their tongues, spat out their essence blood, and a black mist suddenly solidified, forming countless ghostly figures that clawed at Lu Chen.

"Bring it on!"

Lu Chen roared!

The dragon fiend spear was abruptly plunged into the ground, its Dragon patterns fully activated. A blood Dragon phantom soared into the sky, roaring as it tore through the black mist.

The spear energy erupted, and all the demons within a ten-zhang radius were shattered into dust. A blood mist permeated the air, turning the entire underground area into a purgatory.

When the dust settled, there were no intact demon corpses on the ground, only viscous demon blood that reached above the ankles, accumulating in crimson puddles on the bluestone floor.

Lu Chen stood with his spear, its tip unstained by blood, only a chilling killing intent still lingering.

Third Master Huang was completely dumbfounded, his cloudy rat-like eyes wide, staring at the demon corpses covering the ground, his entire fat body trembling uncontrollably.

"This… this is no longer just a Transcendent!" His high-pitched voice changed tone. "These methods are almost no different from those Cultivators!"

Third Master Huang went all out. His body rapidly swelled, and murky yellow Demonic Qi spewed from his seven orifices, coiling on the ground in twisted symbols.

"You little bastard, let me show you the true inheritance of the Great Immortal Huang! Corpse Explosion Art! Rise!"

Hundreds of weasel corpses, like puppets on strings, sprang up from the ground in unison.

Their rotting claws bent at grotesque angles, their front paws clasped together in a bow, and their hind legs crossed—precisely the ominous "weasel New Year's greeting" posture from folk legends.

Most horrifying were their facial expressions.

The corners of each corpse's mouth were torn to its ears, revealing jagged fangs, forming a unified "smiley face."

But the smile was as stiff as if painted on, and beneath their rotting eyelids, their cloudy eyeballs eerily rotated in sync, all locking onto Lu Chen's figure.

Lu Chen dared not be careless. The dragon fiend spear suddenly spun at high speed, splitting into three golden barriers, blocking in front of his body, ready to meet the opponent's killing move.

Unexpectedly, this was merely Third Master Huang's diversion. All the corpses spewed out thick yellow smoke.

This smoke was foul and pungent, instantly enveloping an area of several zhang, while Third Master Huang's true body had already transformed into a gray shadow, using the smoke as cover to dart towards the secret door.

"Trying to escape?" Lu Chen sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He had figured out the escape routines of these monsters during his previous encounter with Su Hongxiu.

The dragon fiend spear hummed and vibrated, its tip pointing to a shadow in the thinnest part of the smoke.

"Go!"

With a soft shout, the dragon fiend spear flew from his hand, carrying an ear-piercing whoosh as it shot straight for the target.

The yellow smoke diversion was useless in front of the dragon fiend spear. With a muffled "thud," the spear tip accurately pierced through the shadow.

"Screech—!!!"

A piercing scream echoed underground, and Third Master Huang's corpulent figure tumbled out of the smoke.

The dragon fiend spear was impaled directly in his heart, and the Dragon patterns coiling around the shaft were greedily sucking his demonic power.

His rat-like face was twisted and distorted, his eyes filled with disbelief: "No… impossible… my escape technique…"

Third Master Huang's demonic body exploded like an overinflated bladder.

An egg-sized, earthy yellow demon core rolled to the ground, still entwined with wisps of black Qi.

Lu Chen raised his hand, and the dragon fiend spear immediately flew back into his hand.

Feeling the joyful vibrations emanating from the spear shaft, a cold sneer played on his lips: "Eat your fill." Before his words finished, the long spear was plunged into the ground, and the Dragon patterns on its shaft glowed brightly.

In an instant, the Demonic Qi, Evil Qi, and blood Qi remaining in the factory surged towards the dragon fiend spear like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Even more astonishingly, the demon core on the ground was also drawn by an invisible force, slowly floating towards Lu Chen.

Lu Chen opened his mouth and inhaled, and the demon core transformed into a streak of light that entered his mouth.

In that instant, a violent demonic power surged wildly within his body, but it was quickly suppressed by the Dragon Qi dormant in his Dantian.

The two forces intertwined, devoured each other, and finally achieved perfect Fusion.

"Boom!"

It was as if some barrier within his body had been broken, and Lu Chen's Aura suddenly soared.

He opened his eyes, and Dragon shadows swam within them.

Transcendent Seventh Layer! He had actually achieved a Breakthrough!

Moreover, his Foundation was even more stable and profound than what he had gained through arduous cultivation!

"Awesome!" Lu Chen burst into laughter, "Three months of arduous cultivation is not as good as one big slaughter!"

Lu Chen crouched down and found an exquisite jade bottle on Third Master Huang's corpse.

Uncorking the bottle, a clear medicinal fragrance instantly dispelled the surrounding stench.

"Wake up, everyone." Lu Chen successively fed the antidote to the unconscious Chu Yu, Li Qingyao, Zhang Xuan, Long Ju, and others.

The first to awaken was Chu Yu. He slowly opened his characteristic large eyes, looked at the corpses strewn across the ground, and instantly understood what had happened.

"Hahahaha—" Chu Yu laughed heartily, looking up at the sky. He propped himself up, brushed off the blood-stained lapel of his clothes, and said, "It's fate! Brother Lu, it seems Heaven destined us to form a bond. I bet you owed me a life in your previous life, and now you've saved my life, so we're even."

Lu Chen was feeding medicine to Li Qingyao when his hand paused. He turned and gave Chu Yu a look of disdain: "You… you really have thick skin."

"Just kidding." Chu Yu reined in his laughter, stood up, straightened his clothes, and solemnly cupped his fists in a bow to Lu Chen: "Your life-saving grace, Chu Yu will engrave in his heart. From now on, no matter what task Brother Lu has—" He paused, then said word by word: "Even if you want me to die, as long as Brother Lu says the word, Chu Yu will not hesitate to die ten thousand times."

Lu Chen was silent for a moment: "I accept your favor, but for now, help me wake these people up first."