164: Chapter 164 Trying to negotiate with me?

"How bold!"

Chan Tian was furious and clapped his hands together.

The Demon Power within his body surged out like a bursting flood, transforming into a monstrous torrent that carried a foul, fishy mist, rolling towards Wu Li like a blanket covering the sky.

That water was not ordinary water; it was the Profound Yin Heavy Water that the great toad demon had spent over a hundred years to Cultivate.

A single drop weighed as much as a thousand jun, and a single water tornado could crush a small mountain directly.

Wu Li dodged to the side, the Profound Yin Heavy Water brushing past his shoulder and slamming into the stone wall behind him.

With a boom, half the wall collapsed instantly, and the rubble was ground into powder by the water pressure.

With this single strike from Chan Tian, Wu Li knew what to expect.

When fighting that Gray-robed Elder earlier, this old thing had clearly not been using his full strength.

Wu Li did not meet the attack head-on; his figure spun in mid-air, dodging the second water dragon.

His target was not Chan Tian, but that Golden Core on the ground.

With a sweep of his light claw, the Gray-robed Elder's body was lifted by Demon Power and flew towards him.

How could Chan Tian let him succeed?

He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of dark green venom, which transformed into a large net in mid-air, casting down over Wu Li's head.

Wherever the venom passed, the moisture in the air sizzled as it was corroded.

Wu Li had no choice but to give up the capture; he flapped his wings, shot upward, and dodged the poison net.

Chan Tian seized the Opportunity to close in, his hands transforming into sharp claws as he swiped at Wu Li.

"Whoosh!"

Wu Li dodged sideways quickly, the claw tips brushing past his ribs and tearing a hole in his robe.

At the same time, Wu Li backhanded his halberd, the great flame dragon halberd springing from his palm, its crimson-gold flames shooting straight for Chan Tian's face.

Chan Tian did not dodge; he opened his mouth and spat out a jet of dark green water to meet the fire halberd.

"Boom!"

Water and fire collided, exploding into a thick mist that swallowed the entire street.

It was impossible to see in the mist, but Wu Li could hear.

Chan Tian was moving through the mist, his footsteps lighter than one would expect from his thin, withered frame.

Wu Li closed his eyes and opened the Blood Pupil on his forehead; a scarlet radiance pierced through the dense fog, revealing that Chan Tian had already reached his side.

Wu Li blocked horizontally with his halberd.

"Clang!"

Chan Tian's claws struck the shaft of the halberd with absurd force, knocking Wu Li several feet to the side.

"Little brat, your hand-to-hand skills aren't bad."

Chan Tian's voice drifted from the mist, flickering from left to right.

"But in front of this Old Ancestor, it is not enough."

As soon as the words fell, countless water threads surged out of the mist—fine as hair, dense and numerous—wrapping towards Wu Li from all directions.

Wu Li swung his fire halberd repeatedly, the flames burning the water threads one by one, but there were too many of them to burn away.

A few threads wrapped around his ankles and tightened violently, causing his scales to creak and groan.

Wu Li looked down, a cold light flashing in his Blood Pupil.

Colorless Profound Light exploded from his ankles, shattering those water threads into powder.

Chan Tian's expression darkened.

"A natural Divine Ability?"

He stared at Wu Li, the contempt in his eyes diminishing slightly.

"No wonder you dared to jump around in front of this Old Ancestor."

Wu Li did not answer; he flapped his wings and lunged forward proactively.

The fire halberd slashed down from above, but Chan Tian dodged to the side.

The halberd blade struck the ground, shattering the stone slabs and sending debris flying.

Chan Tian backhanded with a claw.

Wu Li did not dodge or parry, taking the blow with his left arm while his right claw had already latched onto Chan Tian's shoulder.

"Refine!"

"Hum!"

Colorless Profound Light surged from his palm, and a pitch-black radiance instantly covered half of Chan Tian's body.

Chan Tian's expression changed drastically.

He struggled desperately, and Profound Yin Heavy Water surged from within his body to form a thick layer of armor around him, forcing a gap in the Colorless Profound Light.

Through that very gap, Chan Tian squeezed his way out.

He retreated several zhang, looking down at the wound on his shoulder.

The skin that had been covered by the Colorless Profound Light was now withered and blackened, like tree bark scorched by fire.

"A fine technique."

Chan Tian raised his head and stared at Wu Li, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

"As expected of a Protector vanguard from Taiyue Mountain; this Old Ancestor underestimated you."

Wu Li had no expression on his face.

He held the fire halberd horizontally before him, the Blood Pupil slowly rotating on his forehead, and the Colorless Profound Light circulating around his body.

Chan Tian took a deep breath, his chest swelling like a large drum.

He was going to use his real strength.

Just then, a sharp Aura surged from the depths of Feiliu Workshop.

Wu Li and Chan Tian stopped at the same time.

Wu Li's Blood Pupil swept in that direction, then without hesitation, he flashed, swept up the Gray-robed Elder with his light claw, flapped his wings, and shot into the sky.

"Very well!"

Chan Tian did not pursue.

He stood where he was, watching Wu Li's figure disappear into the night sky, his expression as gloomy as an impending rainstorm.

The Golden Core Aura drew closer and closer, finally landing before the ruins; the person who arrived was none other than Zhao Feng.

He swept his gaze over the rubble and bloodstains covering the ground, then looked at Xiao Yi and the others slumped against the wall, bound by chains of Demon Power.

Finally, his eyes landed on Chan Tian, and his tone was aggressive.

"I'm asking you, who was that fighting you?"

Chan Tian turned his head, glanced at Zhao Feng, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

He did not like this sinister fellow, and he liked his questioning tone even less.

"What does it matter to you who it is?"

Chan Tian snorted coldly, "What, is he with you?"

Zhao Feng's expression sank.

He stepped forward, his hand pressing onto the short blade at his waist.

"Enough nonsense. I ask, you answer. I represent the Workshop Master."

Chan Tian stared at Zhao Feng for two breaths, then slowly pulled a cold sneer to the corner of his mouth.

"He said he is a Protector vanguard of Taiyue Mountain, Black Ape."

Zhao Feng released his hand from the hilt of his blade, his Aura receding slightly.

"A Protector vanguard of Taiyue Mountain?"

He frowned and muttered to himself, "Then that is not the person the Workshop Master is looking for."

Chan Tian had sharp ears and heard this clearly.

He looked at Zhao Feng's relieved face and sneered inwardly.

What a fool.

You believe whatever someone tells you?

From head to toe, there wasn't a single feature about that kid that resembled Black Ape.

Furthermore, the kid's moves were devious, and his natural Divine Ability was something never heard of before; it was completely different from the style of those watchdog curs from Taiyue Mountain.

He just tossed out a random name, and you were fooled, not even bothering to check.

The more Chan Tian thought about it, the more ridiculous he found it, but he did not expose it.

It was better that Zhao Feng believed it; it saved him from wasting his breath.

He turned around and walked towards the ruins of the wooden building.

...

Wu Li carried the Human Race Golden Core and flew back to the cave from before.

Rubble was still blocking the cave entrance, and the seal of Colorless Profound Light had not dissipated.

He kicked the stones away, threw the person onto the ground, and blocked the entrance again.

The Human Race Golden Core lay on the ground, his chest still rising and falling.

He was not dead, but he was close to it.

Wu Li squatted down, opened the Blood Pupil on his forehead, and was about to act.

The Human Race Golden Core on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.

"Don't... don't kill me. I know of a place with a great Opportunity. As long as you let me go, I can tell you about it; it will definitely be much more worthwhile than eating me."

Wu Li stared at him for two breaths, then slowly pulled a cold sneer to the corner of his mouth.

"Negotiating with me?"

Before the words had even faded.

The Blood Pupil flared up violently.

A scarlet radiance enveloped the Gray-robed Elder's head.

His body stiffened abruptly, his pupils dilated, his mouth hung open, and his eyes became completely vacant.

Wu Li squatted before him, his voice neither high nor low.