83: Chapter 83 Battle of Gualian Cave

At this moment, Wu Xi's eight tentacles suddenly snapped out, and his body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. His originally fitting clothes were instantly torn apart, and patches of deep green scales pushed out from under his skin, with greasy mucus oozing between them.

A pair of long, narrow bat wings suddenly unfurled from his back, their membranes covered in blue-black veins.

Ever since he completed that procreation ritual with Cthylla in Rlyeh, his Old God Bloodline had been completely activated. Every move he made carried a terrifying aura sufficient to drive any Mortal to madness.

"Hehehehe..."

King Xianlian's face, not known what Materials it was made of, was white with a rosy tint and as smooth as a mirror.

It was always plastered with a fawning, sleazy, and somewhat smug smile. No matter how you looked at it, this face never changed in the slightest, always evoking the urge to smash it with a single punch.

"Wu Xi, you brat, watch out for my saber!"

King Xianlian brandished the ghost-head saber in his hand, and the smile on his fake face grew even brighter.

Wu Xi's wings flapped violently, and his entire body shot forward like a cannonball leaving the barrel.

The air was torn apart by his body, emitting a piercing sonic boom. His massive claws, carrying the power to rip through everything, viciously swiped toward King Xianlian's head.

King Xianlian did not dodge or evade, simply chuckling as he raised the ghost-head saber in his hand and blocked lightly.

"Clang!"

A deafening loud noise echoed.

Sparks flew, illuminating the entire cave.

Wu Xi only felt an irresistible, tremendous force coming from the saber. His claws instantly went numb, his entire arm lost sensation, and his bones emitted a "creaking" groan, as if they would shatter at any moment.

He involuntarily took three steps back. Looking at King Xianlian again, he was still standing in the same spot, motionless. The smile on his fake face was still just as bright, as if that previous swipe had just been a light scratch for him.

"Not bad, not bad, you've got some strength." King Xianlian nodded, his tone carrying a hint of approval. "Much stronger than those guys who came to throw their lives away before. However, that's all there is to it."

Before his voice even faded, his figure suddenly vanished.

So fast!

Wu Xi's pupils constricted violently. His tentacles could perceive the slightest flow in the air, yet at this moment, he could only see a black afterimage.

"Eight tentacles, sweep backward simultaneously!"

Wu Xi's brain reacted in an instant. Eight tentacles, like eight enraged giant pythons, swept backward simultaneously, carrying a whistling wind.

"Puchi!"

The ghost-head saber slashed past, almost grazing his scalp; the icy edge made his scalp tingle. As the blade flashed, three tentacles were severed at the root.

Dark green blood sprayed out, splashing onto the ground like a fountain, emitting a "hissing" sound.

"Ahhh!"

Wu Xi, in pain, let out a sharp screech. This sound did not resemble a human's; it was like that of an ancient behemoth from the deep sea.

At this moment, Wu Xi's severed tentacles began to regenerate. The granulation tissue at the wounds writhed crazily, and in the blink of an eye, three new tentacles grew out, thicker than the original ones, with larger suckers and sharper fangs.

"Come again!"

Wu Xi roared, his wings flapped again, and he took to the air. Eight tentacles wrapped toward King Xianlian from all directions simultaneously like a giant net, sealing off all his retreat paths. At the same time, his two front claws swiped out together, one aiming for the heart, the other for the throat, every move lethal.

King Xianlian laughed, and the ghost-head saber in his hand danced into a ball of black wind.

"Ding ding dang dang!"

The sound of metal clashing was incessant, and sparks showered down like raindrops.

Wu Xi's tentacles were severed again and again, only to grow back each time. His claws left deep scratches on the ghost-head saber, yet he could never break through King Xianlian's defense.

Meanwhile, King Xianlian's ghost-head saber grew faster and more ruthless. Every strike carried the power to split mountains and crack rocks, hacking at Wu Xi's scales. Although it couldn't cause a fatal injury, it sent scales flying everywhere, covering him in dark green blood.

The two fought from the cave entrance into the interior, the entire Gualian Cave teetering under their battle. Large chunks of rock fell from the cave walls, smashing onto the ground and kicking up dust that filled the air.

Just a moment ago, Wu Xi had seized an opening to swipe at King Xianlian's face. He thought this blow would at least shred that fake face, but unexpectedly, when his claws hit, it was like grabbing onto a slippery piece of rubber, unable to exert any force at all. His claws slid right off the fake face, not leaving a single scratch.

"What? Tired of fighting?"

King Xianlian forced Wu Xi back with a strike, a mocking smile appearing on his fake face. His breathing remained steady, not even a single drop of sweat, as if the earth-shattering battle just now was merely a piece of cake for him.

Wu Xi panted heavily, landing on the ground. His chest heaved violently, his eight tentacles waving constantly in front of him, watching King Xianlian vigilantly.

The wounds on his tentacles were still healing, but he knew that continuing to fight like this was not the solution.

Physical attacks were almost ineffective against King Xianlian. His Physical Body was as hard as iron, and that fake face was even more impervious to blades and spears. If he kept fighting, he would only be slowly worn to death.

He had to think of another way.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" King Xianlian approached step by step, the ghost-head saber dragging along the ground and creating a long trail of sparks. "Are you scared? It doesn't matter. If you kneel down right now and kowtow to me three times, and call me 'Grandpa' three times, I'll spare your dog life."

His voice was full of mockery, and the smile on his fake face grew even sleazier.

A flash of killing intent crossed Wu Xi's eyes. He had lived for so long, and never had anyone dared to speak to him like this.

"You are courting death." Wu Xi's voice was icy and bone-chilling.

"Oh? I'm courting death?" King Xianlian laughed heartily, as if he had heard some huge joke. "Just based on you? After fighting for so long, you haven't even hurt a single hair on me. I think you'd better surrender obediently; maybe if I'm happy, I might leave your corpse intact."

As he spoke, he suddenly quickened his pace, the ghost-head saber raised high, and with a whistling wind, he viciously hacked toward Wu Xi's head.

This strike was faster and more ruthless than any previous one. The air around the blade was compressed, emitting a "wooing" sound, as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing.

Wu Xi's pupils constricted, and his body suddenly flashed to the side.

"Boom!"

The ghost-head saber struck the ground, and the hard granite was instantly split in two. A bottomless crack spread from where the blade landed, extending all the way to the end of the cave.

Wu Xi seized the opportunity to retreat a few steps, putting some distance between himself and King Xianlian.

"You dodge pretty fast." King Xianlian pulled out the ghost-head saber, the smile on his fake face unchanged. "However, how long can you dodge?"

He charged up again, the ghost-head saber dancing so fast it was airtight, the blade light like a giant net, completely enveloping Wu Xi.

Wu Xi could only defend passively. His eight tentacles waved constantly in front of him, blocking strike after strike. But his tentacles were being severed faster and faster, and the regeneration speed was gradually failing to keep up.

"Puchi!"

Another tentacle was severed. This time, the granulation at the wound writhed for a long time before barely growing out a small segment.

Wu Xi's expression became even uglier. He knew that his regenerative ability was nearing its limit.

"No, I can't go on like this." Wu Xi's brain was spinning rapidly. "Physical attacks are ineffective, so what about mental attacks?"