180: Chapter 180 You want the Book of Life and Death? I'll smash your dog teeth!

The lingering vibration of the bowstring had not yet dissipated, and the smell of scorching from the arrowheads' friction against the air permeated the atmosphere.

Qin Ji lowered the netherworld longbow in his hand by half an inch. His purple-gold pupils held no joy from a successful hunt, but instead revealed a calm akin to a master actuary. He watched the Old Servant in Green Robes, who roared repeatedly under the suppression of the arrow rain but remained unable to advance an inch, as a provocative smirk curled on his lips.

This mobile blood bank must not be allowed to escape.

A monster with the "Undying True Body" would immediately react by using high mobility to flee the battlefield once it realized it had become an ATM for farming attributes. Catching him then would be a real chore.

He had to weld the creature's aggro firmly onto himself.

"Starting to howl already?"

Qin Ji's voice pierced through the smoke and dust of the explosions, drilling clearly into the Old Servant in Green Robes' eardrums. "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Is this turtle shell that only knows how to take a beating what the so-called God of the Undead bestowed upon you? To be honest, when I slaughter pigs, their squeals have more rhythm than you."

These words were like a red-hot dagger, accurately stabbing into the Old Servant in Green Robes' already twisted pride.

"Roar—!!"

The Old Servant in Green Robes' pitch-black eyes instantly became bloodshot as the string of his sanity snapped completely. His footsteps, which had been retreating to find cover, suddenly halted. Like a cannonball fired from a barrel, he charged back with a hideous expression, braving the dense rain of arrows.

He took the bait.

A cold light flashed in the depths of Qin Ji's eyes, but in the next second, a terrifying wave of sonic energy slammed into him.

"Undead Roar!!"

The Old Servant in Green Robes opened his large mouth, which split all the way to his ears, and a visible grey ripple exploded in a fan shape. The floor tiles along the path were instantly uprooted and turned into dust.

Qin Ji felt as if his brain had been struck hard by a heavy hammer, and a sharp, piercing ringing filled his ears.

-108,598!!

-69,850!!

Two bright red damage numbers floated above his and Fatty Zhou's heads respectively.

Qin Ji frowned slightly and glanced at his health bar. This damage was a bit excessive; he had taken over forty thousand more damage than the tank, Fatty. This was the hard gap in dual resistances. Even though he was wearing divine gear, his damage reduction mechanism was still inferior to a Shield Warrior after their class advancement.

That kind of top-tier percentage damage reduction talent...

In his mind, he thought of that freak from his past life named "Immovable as a Mountain," who possessed an absolute defense that could directly erase eighty percent of damage. However, now was not the time for such thoughts.

"Die!!"

Taking advantage of the brief stiffness caused by the roar, the Old Servant in Green Robes pulled his body into an afterimage, his bone sword thrusting straight at Qin Ji's throat.

"Death Fate: Soul Shatter!"

Gu Feng Nalin on the flank wasn't idling either. She waved her staff, and a purple-black beam of light shot toward the back of Qin Ji's heart like a cunning venomous snake.

Attacked from both front and back.

"Guardian's Shield!"

A round figure appeared beside Qin Ji almost as if teleporting. Fatty Zhou gritted his teeth and slammed the tower shield in his hand onto the ground. A massive golden phantom of a shield appeared out of thin air, forcefully blocking Gu Feng Nalin's attack path.

Gu Feng Nalin's lips curled in contempt. "Mere common iron, and you dare to think you can block a divine punishment?"

"Boom—!!"

The purple-black beam struck the golden shield phantom, and the shockwave from the energy surge crushed all the surrounding rubble into powder.

The light faded.

Gu Feng Nalin's originally arrogant expression instantly froze.

The golden shield phantom was covered in spiderweb-like cracks and its light had dimmed, but it—had not shattered!

"How is this possible?!"

Gu Feng Nalin's pupils constricted violently. Although this strike wasn't a Forbidden Spell, it carried divine penetration, enough to instant-kill any tank of the same level. How was it blocked?

"Hehe, this is your Lord Fatty's specialty."

Fatty Zhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although his hands were numb from the shock, the Battle Intent in his eyes was burning. "Don't look at me like that. There was a level fifty Silver Boss who looked at me the same way; now the grass on its grave is two meters tall."

"You're looking for death!"

Gu Feng Nalin felt immensely insulted. She no longer held back, and the gem at the tip of her staff instantly shattered, turning into countless spots of light that merged into the Void Realm.

"Three Souls: Overlapping Rift!!"

Space seemed to be sliced by invisible blades as three overlapping pitch-black rifts in a triangular formation closed in for the kill.

"Crack—"

This time, the overburdened Guardian's Shield finally let out a mournful cry and shattered with a bang. The residual energy storm slammed hard into Fatty Zhou's chest.

-85,400!!

Fatty Zhou slid backward for several meters, his feet plowing two deep grooves into the ground.

"So terrifying!"

Fatty Zhou sucked in a breath of cold air. A large section of the armor on his chest had caved in, but he only staggered for a moment before stabilizing his center of gravity again. Like a Wall of Sighs, he remained firmly blocking the way in front of Qin Ji.

"I don't believe I can't smash this piece of rotten bone of yours!"

Gu Feng Nalin went completely berserk and suddenly threw the magic shield in her hand. The shield spun at high speed in the air, its edges as sharp as a blade, carrying a piercing sonic boom as it aimed straight for Fatty Zhou's head.

The speed of this strike was too fast, so fast that even afterimages couldn't be seen clearly.

Fatty Zhou didn't have time to release a skill at all. Instinctively, he pulled a dull "Novice Wooden Shield" from his backpack and braced it firmly in front of him with both hands.

"Bang!!"

The dull impact sound was cringeworthy.

The Novice Wooden Shield instantly exploded into a cloud of sawdust, but most of the lethal impact was dissipated. Fatty Zhou was sent flying, rolling seven or eight times on the ground like a ball, and his health bar dropped by another hundred thousand plus.

But he had succeeded.

Gu Feng Nalin's attack rhythm was completely broken.

On the other side, the Old Servant in Green Robes' bone sword had already reached the tip of Qin Ji's nose.

"Without that dead fatty, I'll see what you use to block me!" The Old Servant in Green Robes' face was filled with hideous killing intent.

Qin Ji looked at the approaching bone sword without a hint of panic in his eyes; instead, he showed a trace of mockery.

"Who told you that I'm just an Archer who only knows how to shoot arrows?"

A flash of light occurred.

The netherworld longbow vanished into thin air, replaced by a steel whip that was entirely black and emitted an ancient, ferocious aura.

The god-beating whip!

With a flick of his wrist, Qin Ji sent the steel whip whistling through the air at a terrifying speed that struck first despite being launched later, slamming hard against the incoming bone sword.

"Clang—!!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

Amidst the flying sparks, the Old Servant in Green Robes felt an overwhelming force surge through his arm, causing his palm to split instantly. His proud, god-bestowed bone sword actually developed a shocking crack the moment it touched the god-beating whip!

"This... what kind of weapon is this?!"

The Old Servant in Green Robes was terrified and used the force to retreat violently.

But Qin Ji didn't give him any room to breathe. Just as he was about to pursue, a cold, eerie chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet.

"Undead Curse!"

Gu Feng Nalin's sinister voice rang out from the distance.

A grey skull mark appeared out of thin air on Qin Ji's forehead.

-19,659!!

-19,659!!

His health bar began to drop frantically at a constant frequency. This kind of lock-on curse skill ignored evasion and distance, making it extremely annoying.

"Want to play a war of attrition?"

Qin Ji stopped in his tracks and looked at his ticking health bar with a cold laugh. "Fine, then I'll play along and see whose life is tougher."

He flipped his left hand, and a thread-bound book with an ancient aura and yellowed pages appeared in his palm.

The book of life and death.

Since you like playing dirty, I'll let you see who the true Old Ancestor of the underworld is.

Qin Ji condensed a faint light on his fingertip, about to write Gu Feng Nalin's name on the page.

"Now's the time!!"

Gu Feng Nalin and the Old Servant in Green Robes both erupted with greedy glints in their eyes, as if they had been waiting for this moment.

"Soul Chain!!"

Both of them flicked their wrists, and two grey-white chains shot out like snakes from a hole, instantly crossing dozens of meters and wrapping with unerring precision around the book of life and death in Qin Ji's hand.

The chains tightened, making a grating sound.

"Got it!"

Gu Feng Nalin's face was filled with wild joy. "Snow Emperor, this must be that item of yours that causes continuous blood loss, right? Thank you for your gift; it's mine now!"

The Old Servant in Green Robes was even more flushed with excitement. Both of them exerted force simultaneously, trying to forcibly snatch the book of life and death from Qin Ji's hand. This was a treasure even the God of the Undead coveted; as long as they could seize it, any price would be worth it!

However.

In the next second.

The smiles on their faces froze.

No matter how hard they pulled, Qin Ji's hand was as if it had taken root, remaining motionless. That seemingly fragile old book didn't even have a corner wrinkled under the tugging of the two "god-bestowed chains."

Instead, the two grey-white chains began to make overburdened "crackling" sounds.

Fine cracks began to spread from the point of contact, quickly covering the entire chains.

"This... this is impossible!!"

Gu Feng Nalin screamed, her voice distorting with extreme fear. "These are Rule Chains bestowed by the great God of the Undead. They can forcibly strip even legendary equipment. How could they..."

"God of the Undead?"

Qin Ji looked at the book of life and death, which was as steady as Mount Tai in his hand, and a disdainful smirk appeared on his lips.

An Innate Spirit Treasure bestowed by Empress Houtu is something a low-tier, pheasant deity like yours can compare to?

This was like taking a rotten straw rope and trying to lasso a Primordial True Dragon.

It was simply the height of absurdity.

"You want my things?"

Qin Ji suddenly raised his head, and a heart-pounding pressure erupted from his purple-gold pupils. "I'll shatter your dog teeth!"

Before his voice had even faded, the book of life and death gave a sudden jolt.

A vast and boundless aura of the netherworld erupted.

"Bang!!"

The two grey-white chains instantly exploded into a cloud of dust.

The massive recoil traveled back along the chains. Gu Feng Nalin and the Old Servant in Green Robes felt as if they had been struck by lightning. They spat out mouthfuls of blood and were sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Since this is the extent of your skills, then this farce should come to an end."

Qin Ji put away the book of life and death. The god-beating whip in his hand seemed to come alive at this moment; the ancient runes on the whip lit up one by one, emitting a soul-stirring cold light.

He stomped his foot, cracking the ground, and charged at the two fallen figures like a fierce tiger descending a mountain.

Just then.

"Brother Hao! I've come to join the fun too!"

A long howl came from the distance.

A golden afterimage tore through the night, bringing a rolling wave of air as it entered the battlefield from the flank.

The newcomer was clad in golden armor and held an iron staff, his entire being radiating a wild and untameable aura.

It was none other than the resurrected Monkey.

"How could this Old Sun be missing when it comes to support!"

The iron staff in Monkey's hand expanded rapidly, turning into a colossal pillar that supported the heavens, and smashed down toward the Old Servant in Green Robes, who was just trying to get up.

At that moment, the air was compressed to the limit, letting out a shrill explosion.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the ruins of Gu Feng City a dark red. Qin Ji's figure traced a sharp diagonal line in mid-air, the god-beating whip held high, forming a pincer attack with Monkey's descending iron staff. The wild wind whipped his tattered clothes, revealing a section of muscle as taut as iron. His cold eyes were locked onto the despairing "Divine Envoys" below, as if scrutinizing two lambs waiting for slaughter.