516: Chapter 516 I'll Eat Him

A damn liar?

Qin Wushang's face darkened upon hearing this.

Wouldn't that be the fellow who even Mo Qianrao was no match for?

The door to the private room didn't open.

Yet a figure slowly walked in, as if the door didn't exist.

It was an old man.

He wore a tattered gray robe covered in patches, with holes in some places.

He was hunched over, his gray hair messy and disheveled. His face was full of wrinkles, he leaned on a dark wooden staff, and wore straw sandals that exposed his toes.

At first glance, he looked like an ordinary Old Beggar with no ripples of immortal power, appearing just like a Mortal.

But when he walked in, there wasn't a single sound.

His feet on the wooden floor made no footsteps.

His clothes rubbing together made no rustling.

Even his breathing was inaudible.

Qin Yutian stood up abruptly, Sacred Power surging through him, his expression solemn to the extreme.

Lin Jiuyang quietly moved in front of Lin Ziyao, a sun already condensing in his hand.

The Little Heavenly Horned Ant slowly stood up, its back tensed like a fully drawn bow, its gaze fixed on the old man.

Everyone was cautious to the extreme, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Only Yao Shinian, clutching her pig-slaughtering knife, had eyes full of rage.

"No need to be so fierce."

The Old Beggar grinned, revealing a mouth of sparse yellow teeth.

"I'm just a beggar asking for some food, I mean no harm."

"You old thing!"

Yao Shinian rushed forward, pointing the pig-slaughtering knife at his nose.

"They all say you're a liar!"

The Old Beggar looked blank, his cloudy eyes blinking.

"What liar? Little girl, I'm just a poor old man who wants something to eat. I never lie."

"You can't wrong me like this."

"Immortal crystals!"

Yao Shinian stomped her foot in anger, shouting, "Last time I gave you so many immortal crystals!"

The Old Beggar tilted his head and looked at her for a long while before shaking his head.

"Do I know you?"

Yao Shinian froze for a moment, then became even more enraged.

"You don't know me, huh? I'll make sure you do!"

She gripped the pig-slaughtering knife and slashed down.

The strike was fast and fierce, the blade light like a bolt of silk, hacking straight down onto the Old Beggar's head without any flourish.

"Bang!"

The blade fell, and the skull split open.

Blood gushed out as the Old Beggar screamed, rolling on the ground while clutching his head, blood seeping through his fingers.

"Ah!!! You're so vicious! Bullying an old man like me!"

He rolled around on the floor, screaming repeatedly as more and more blood flowed.

Qin Wushang frowned.

This wasn't right.

This old thing was clearly very powerful; it was impossible for his head to be split open by a single strike like that.

"Wasn't he supposed to be very powerful?"

Yao Shinian held her knife, also stunned.

She looked at the Old Beggar rolling on the ground, then at the blood on her knife, looking bewildered.

She thought it would be a long fight, but this was it?

Lin Ziyao stared at the blood on the floor, her pupils shrinking slightly. "This blood... wait, there's more and more of it... Who exactly are you?"

Blood was still flowing.

Not drop by drop, but like a bursting dam, it surged frantically from the top of the Old Beggar's head.

In the blink of an eye, the floor of the entire private room was submerged in blood.

In another blink, the world outside the window also turned blood-red.

Heaven and earth, in all directions, were completely transformed into a blood-colored ocean.

The private room vanished, Baixian Tower vanished, and Baixian City vanished as well.

Everyone stood atop a boundless sea of blood.

"I'm so miserable..."

The Old Beggar's voice came from all directions, ethereal and drifting, as if seeping from the depths of the blood sea.

"I'm so pitiful... I just wanted some food, but you cut my head open..."

Before he finished speaking, the sea of blood churned.

A hideous blood shadow rose from the surface—humanoid, with a blurred face, dripping with blood.

Immediately followed by a second, a third...

Dense blood shadows emerged from all directions, surrounding everyone.

Each blood shadow emitted a nauseating stench of blood, extending withered arms as they slowly closed in.

"Playing tricks!"

Yao Shinian's brow furrowed slightly as she swung her knife.

Where the blade light passed, the blood shadows were split in two, turning into blood water that fell back into the sea.

But in the next instant, the split blood shadow became two, rising again from the blood sea even more hideous.

She kept striking, her blade light like snow, splitting one blood shadow after another.

But the more she slashed, the more blood shadows appeared, swarming in densely from all directions.

"Rumble!"

Qin Wushang raised his hand and threw a punch.

The punch's force was vast, shattering a large area of blood shadows.

But before the shattered blood mist could dissipate, it recongealed into even more blood shadows, blotting out the sky.

"Old Senior."

Qin Wushang scanned his surroundings and said in a heavy voice, "Why have you acted to make things difficult for us juniors?"

"I just wanted some bones to eat..."

The Old Beggar's voice came through, sounding eerie.

"It was you who insisted on attacking. It was you!"

His voice grew more shrill as he spoke.

"It's all of you! You all harmed me!"

Qin Wushang punched repeatedly, each strike shattering vast numbers of blood shadows, but they were endless and could not be finished.

His brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Senior, what exactly do you want?"

Yao Shinian was panting from all the slashing and couldn't help but curse.

"How are there more of these things the more I slash? Something's wrong!"

"I want bones."

The Old Beggar's voice suddenly became greedy.

"Your bones... I want to eat your bones."

The sea of blood shook violently.

Heaven and earth shifted; the blood shadows filling the sky no longer surrounded everyone but merged into a torrent, all rushing toward Qin Wushang.

"Boom!"

Qin Wushang threw a punch; heaven and earth lost their color, the blood sea trembled, and a path was blasted through the blood.

But there were too many of them, and they instantly overwhelmed his figure.

"Ah!"

Qin Wushang let out a scream.

The blood shadows pounced on him, biting his flesh, burrowing into his skin, and moving through his body.

His face turned deathly pale, veins bulged, and his flesh felt as if it were being torn apart alive.

"Brother Wushang!"

Lin Ziyao shouted, manifesting the list of conferred gods to suppress a large portion of the blood sea as she rushed over at top speed.

Ye Hongfu followed closely behind, her sword light falling like rain.

But there were too many blood shadows, covering the sky and earth; they couldn't get close at all.

With every step forward, dozens of blood shadows pounced, tangling their limbs and dragging them down.

"Get lost!"

The Heavenly Horned Ant roared; with its powerful Physical Body, it shattered the blood shadows blocking the way with a single punch, forcibly tearing open a path.

But the blood shadows were inexhaustible; for every one shattered, two were born. He had only taken two steps before being surrounded by even more.

The Old Beggar's image suddenly appeared in Qin Wushang's mind.

"Come... let me see what exactly is inside your head..."

Qin Wushang's whole body shook.

"Roar!"

He let out a great roar, and in the next moment, torrential Devilish Qi erupted from his body, shattering all the surrounding blood shadows.

The Devilish Qi spread, colliding with the blood sea to form a black Sea of Demons.

The Old Beggar's will continued to invade like an invisible blade, trying to split open Qin Wushang's Sea of Consciousness.

"This is the smell... Jie jie jie, I can't be wrong, it's this smell!"

The Old Beggar's voice rang out.

Qin Wushang's eyes turned blood-red, and a smile that didn't belong to him appeared on his hideous face.

"Are you looking for me?"

The voice was low and raspy, carrying endless vicissitudes.

The Old Beggar's will shuddered violently.

"It's out... to think it's this terrifying!"

For the first time, fear appeared in his voice.

"I cannot let you remain! I must eat you even more!"

He shouted in terror.

Qin Wushang was pitch black, his demonic light reaching the heavens.

A massive black shadow emerged behind him, its face blurred, standing tall between heaven and earth, emitting a suffocating pressure.

The shadow raised a massive hand and struck down.

Wan Jie Mie Xian Great Hand Seal!

The pitch-black hand tore through the sea of blood; the blood waters churned as heaven and earth shook.

Countless blood shadows were reduced to nothingness under this palm, and even the blood sea was left with a massive palm print that could not close for a long time.

The surrounding scenery suddenly shifted.

The blood-red color receded, the private room reappeared, and everything returned to how it was.

The Old Beggar's figure appeared in the center of the room, without a single wound on his body, and even his tattered gray robe was intact.

He stared at Qin Wushang, a sharp light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"If you were in your prime, I might have been afraid."

He grinned, his mouth of yellow teeth turning into fangs.

"Now, not even a hundredth of your strength remains. Die for me!"

He reached out with a clawing motion.

Everyone was instantly unable to move.

Qin Yutian froze in place, unable to even move a finger.

Everything was imprisoned!

"Roar!"

The pitch-black Qin Wushang struggled incessantly, his face becoming increasingly hideous as his Devilish Qi boiled over.

He roared and struggled, but that invisible hand held him in a death grip, making it impossible to move even a finger.

Just then!

"Old thing, we mind our own business. Are you looking for death?"

A cold voice rang out, and ripples spread through heaven and earth, wave after wave.

The Old Beggar's brow twitched as he slowly turned his head.

A woman in a cold white dress stood at the door, her black hair like a waterfall and her features like a painting, appearing as if she were the only light in this world.

Immortal Lord.

"Our paths are different; we cannot work together."

The Old Beggar said indifferently, "Don't meddle in things that don't concern you."

"This is my territory."

The Immortal Lord took a step, her jade feet treading on the Void Realm, causing it to continuously collapse.

"Your hand has reached into the wrong place."

A flash of ruthlessness crossed the Old Beggar's eyes.

"This doesn't belong to anyone! It just happened to appear in your place!"

Without further nonsense, a Blood-colored Great Hand Seal flew from his palm, grabbing directly for Qin Wushang.

At the same time, his other hand tore through the Void Realm, opening a rift behind Qin Wushang to forcibly pull him in.

The Immortal Lord gave a cold shout, "Seeking death."

She raised a jade hand and struck down.

There were no ripples of Law, no surges of immortal power; it appeared to be a simple palm strike.

"Bang!"

The Old Beggar's body instantly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist churned within the private room, condensing without dissipating, as the Old Beggar's voice echoed from all directions.

"Immortal Lord, you can't protect him. Once he leaves this place, I will eat him."

With those words, the blood mist vanished.