Chapter 495 - 244: King Chonghou
"Father once said that the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable inherited the power of the Ancient Golden Roc Beast. His Frying Pan Universe Technique is incredibly formidable."
As she spoke, Mo Ling’Er was still skeptical. She gathered her True Qi, preparing to unleash a thunderous strike, but the moment it surged from her body, it was absorbed out of thin air by a mysterious force.
"Brother, what’s happening?"
"This is what makes it so formidable. Its Frying Pan Universe can isolate and corrode True Qi. Any Martial Artist who enters will have their True Qi completely depleted and die in less than an hour.
"Even a Martial Artist of the same Realm would have no way to escape this absorbing power if they were the slightest bit careless."
Mo Longteng said, frowning.
"So there’s no way out?"
"We can only try to brute-force our way out! I just hope the method Father told me about works."
Mo Longteng shook his head helplessly, then took an object from his robes. After infusing it with True Qi, it suddenly transformed into an object resembling an embroidery needle.
With a SWOOSH, the object transformed into a streak of light, flying in every direction.
PCHI! PCHI! It stabbed out in every direction.
But the object had barely struck a few times before a strange Energy enveloped it, and it clattered to the ground.
It remained unresponsive, no matter how Mo Longteng tried to command it.
"Whatever your father knows, did you think I wouldn’t be prepared for it? Nephew Longteng, just be good and wait for three days. Once everything is settled, I’ll let you all out."
"Wupeng Great Witch Venerable, what are you doing? My father is completely loyal to the King and has never had a single disloyal thought! Great Witch Venerable, don’t listen to slander!"
Mo Longteng’s face went deathly pale. ’So Prince Zi Gui has already made his move.’
He was filled with both anger and regret.
He was angry that his father was so stubborn, refusing to take that crucial step. He regretted ever listening to his father’s orders.
’In any struggle for the throne, the first to strike always has the advantage. Just because you choose not to contend doesn’t mean others will believe you’re not a threat.’
"The King himself will be the judge of your father’s innocence. Don’t be impatient, Niece Ling’Er. Haha."
Wupeng Great Witch Venerable’s voice carried a hint of smugness.
The laughter gradually faded away.
The entire space fell back into silence.
"Brother? What do we do?"
Mo Ling’Er was growing anxious. She could already feel her True Qi draining away at a speed beyond her imagination.
"It seems this old scoundrel was prepared."
Mo Longteng channeled his True Qi to protect his sister, but it was disappearing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
"We can’t last much longer. We’ll lose all our True Qi and become completely powerless."
Mo Longteng felt around in all directions, but this was a pocket dimension, not a physical stomach; there was no ’up’ or ’down’ to explore.
’The True Qi is draining away?’
Zhao Rui frowned slightly, because he felt that his Hidden Meridian didn’t seem to be affected.
Although his external True Qi was draining, his internal Hidden Meridian could still channel a peculiar kind of Energy.
"Brother Mo, how much True Qi do you have left? Attack me with one of the Divine Techniques you’ve learned. You only need to go through the motions."
Zhao Rui said, looking at Mo Longteng.
"Brother Zhao, what are you...?"
"Just do as I say."
Hearing Zhao Rui, Mo Ling’Er suddenly recalled their experience inside the belly of the Void Beast. She quickly spoke up, "Brother, listen to Zhao Rui. He might have a way."
Mo Longteng pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
"Pardon the offense!"
With that, he swung a fist at Zhao Rui.
Although his True Qi was draining, with his peak-level strength, it wouldn’t be exhausted so quickly.
The two moved extremely fast, fighting back and forth in the cramped space.
"Use the Cultivation Technique for your Flying Needle Manipulation."
"Alright!"
Although their fight wasn’t a true life-or-death struggle, neither of them held back in their exchange of moves.
’Since we’re trapped here with no way out,’ Mo Longteng thought, ’I might as well have a proper fight with Zhao Rui without using True Qi and see who’s really stronger.’
Their exchange of techniques was endlessly varied. The Grandmaster Realm’s principle of "Returning to the True" was insufficient to describe the power behind their blows.
A single punch often contained Infinite True Intent. Though the techniques looked plain, the intent within them was extraordinary. If an ordinary Martial Artist were to see it, they would only find it unremarkable.
But if a True Dharma Master saw it, they would surely be drenched in a cold sweat, because they would find themselves unable to counter the next attack, whether by predicting it or locking onto it.
The endless True Intent disrupted the Dharma Martial Artist’s consciousness, just like a radar being unable to lock onto an opponent.
Watching from the side, Mo Ling’Er was both anxious and nervous.
After they fought like this for the better part of an hour, Zhao Rui gave Mo Longteng a look, then suddenly leaped behind him and slapped a palm against his back.
Mo Longteng understood instantly and offered no resistance. Instead, Concentrating and Calming his Mind, he suddenly pointed a finger. In the distance, the previously inert Divine Needle shot into the air. Moving with the speed of lightning, it rushed toward the distant spatial barrier.
A PCHI was heard, followed by a hissing sound. A stream of True Qi rushed in with incredible speed, like air from a punctured balloon.
"Go!"
With a wave of his hand, Mo Longteng grabbed his sister and rushed with Zhao Rui toward the hole where the True Qi was pouring in.
As Zhao Rui made an upward gesture with two fingers of his right hand, the Tribulation-Breaking Sword flew from his back with a SWOOSH, landing in his grasp as a streak of light.
"By the glorious might of the heavens, let evil be purged! Thunder of the divine firmament, follow my command! Strike!"
The light of the Tribulation-Breaking Sword flared brilliantly. The glow around its blade was so dense it seemed tangible, expanding into a greatsword ten feet wide. It thrust straight into the punctured opening.
With a RIIIP...
The sound was like cloth being torn. The view before the trio suddenly opened up, and the dazzling light of day flooded their vision.
"AHH! You dare destroy my Witchcraft! Juniors, you’re courting death!"