113: Chapter 113 Pulling Teeth from a Tiger's Mouth

The Storage Pouch at his waist was stretched to the point of tearing, yet it still couldn't swallow this behemoth.

"It's stuck."

Tang Xun cursed.

It was like going to a buffet to steal a lobster, only to find the lobster platter was bigger than his bag.

Awkward.

Extremely awkward.

"How dare you, you scoundrel!"

A heart-wrenching roar came from Golden Light behind him.

The killing intent in that voice was even more biting than the gale winds filling the sky.

A golden Sword Qi, carrying the fury of the Nascent Soul Stage, arrived with incredible speed, aiming straight for the back of Tang Xun's head.

If this sword strike landed, let alone a Core Formation Stage Cultivator, even an average Early Stage Nascent Soul would lose their head.

"No time to dawdle."

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Tang Xun's eyes.

Since he couldn't take the whole pot, he would just pry out the meat.

He released his grip on the altar base, his figure shrinking sharply to dodge the fatal Sword Qi.

"Boom!"

The Sword Qi struck the altar, sparks flying everywhere, leaving behind a bottomless sword mark.

Using the force of the rebound, Tang Xun scurried up to the top of the altar like a gecko.

The crystal-clear heart of the world was right before his eyes.

It was still beating.

Every contraction expelled an intoxicating essence of life.

Those grey, misty tentacles were still tightly entwined around it, like a swarm of greedy parasites.

"Get lost, all of you!"

Tang Xun's right hand instantly swelled in size.

Dark golden scales covered his entire arm, and his fingertips became as sharp as knives.

Barbarian God Qi and Blood, fully unleashed.

He didn't bother trying to undo the complex Restrictions, nor did he use any finesse.

It was the most primitive, most barbaric method—grabbing.

"Pfft."

Five fingers plunged deep into the core interwoven with light.

An extremely slippery, cold, yet shockingly hot sensation traveled up his fingertips.

The heart began to struggle violently, like a frightened little beast.

Countless energy blood vessels connected to the bottom of the altar pulled taut.

"Still a stubborn temper."

Tang Xun grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

"Once you're in my hands, if you're a Dragon, you must coil; if you're a Tiger, you must crouch."

He planted his feet on the edge of the altar, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and threw his whole body backward.

"Break!"

A low shout.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

That was the sound of blood vessels snapping.

To the ear, it sounded like the crisp snap of a harp string.

A massive amount of seven-colored radiance erupted from the breakage, illuminating the entire hall in a dreamlike glow.

The heart, which carried the Origin of a world, was forcibly pulled out.

Tang Xun didn't even glance at it, backhanding the hot potato into his Storage Pouch.

His movements were fluid, skilled to the point of being heartbreaking.

He tightened the Storage Pouch.

The world became quiet.

The grand heartbeat that had filled the hall stopped abruptly.

It was like a speaker playing heavy metal rock suddenly having its plug pulled.

All sound vanished.

The twelve giant phantoms entangled in mid-air stopped in perfect unison.

The Moves that were originally attacking Golden Light and Blood Fiend violently were abruptly retracted.

The scene was extremely eerie.

The next second.

Twenty-four gazes.

These were the gazes of the residual will of ancient Mahayana Stage Cultivators.

They carried no emotion, only the purest desire for destruction.

They pierced through space, pierced through the dust, and locked onto Tang Xun in unison.

Or rather, locked onto the bulging Storage Pouch at his waist.

"Gulp."

Hiding in the distance, Liu Ruyan swallowed with difficulty.

She looked at the man standing atop the altar.

At this moment, she didn't know whether she should admire his courage or go water the grass on his grave.

This was truly poking a hole in the sky.

Stared at by these twenty-four gazes, Tang Xun's scalp went numb.

The feeling was like a mouse that had stolen cheese, cornered by twenty-four hungry cats.

But the "WTF" lecherous expression on his face vanished completely at this moment.

His back was no longer hunched, and his legs no longer trembled.

He straightened his back, standing high up, looking down at the two disheveled Nascent Soul Old Monsters.

"Two Old Ancestors, many thanks for the covering fire just now."

"This favor, this Junior will remember."

"We shall meet again..."

Before he could finish speaking.

"Screw you!"

Blood Fiend completely lost his composure.

His bone staff, which he regarded as his life, was pitted and scarred from corrosion, and half his body was scorched; after paying such a heavy price, the peach had been plucked by someone else?

And by a Core Formation Stage piece of trash who looked like an ant?

"Hand over the item, now!"

Blood Fiend flickered, turning into a blood-colored rainbow, instantly appearing on the left side of the hall.

Just in time to block the only path to the exit.

At the same time.

Golden Light moved as well.

The leader of the Righteous Path no longer had a shred of his immortal, graceful bearing.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and golden blood was still dripping from his severed arm.

He didn't speak, only silently raised his life-bound Flying Sword.

The sword tip pointed at the ground, Sword Qi soaring to the heavens.

It sealed off all space on the right side of the hall.

One left, one right.

The two Nascent Soul True Lords, though severely injured.

But a starving camel is still bigger than a horse.

The aura they jointly deployed solidified this space into an impenetrable block.

Not even a fly could escape.

"Junior, you are quite good."

Golden Light's voice was hoarse, as if he had a mouthful of sand.

"This Move of fishing in troubled waters was played truly beautifully."

"It was I who misjudged you."

The situation was dire.

Very dire.

Two Nascent Soul Old Monsters blocking the door, twelve Mahayana Stage projections eyeing him like tigers.

This was no longer just pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth.

This was sticking one's head into a tiger's mouth and picking its teeth while at it.

The twelve giant phantoms seemed to have lost their patience as well.

They had no intelligence, only the instinct to protect.

Since the heart had been taken away, they would erase the person who took it, along with this entire space.

"Hum—"

The fire snake in the Zhurong phantom's hand lit up again.

The black water beneath the Gonggong phantom began to roar.

The Rushou phantom raised its giant axe.

This time, there was no holding back.

Twelve world-destroying attacks were charging up.

There was only one target—Tang Xun.