Chapter 231: Get Out
Cheng Yuan struck ruthlessly, unleashing his Celestial Witch True Essence at full power. It surged madly into Duan Lang’s Dantian, instantly turning it into a chaotic mess!
Unconsciously, Duan Lang’s brain activated an automatic defense mechanism. The Six Meridian Divine Sword, which was originally meant to be fired outward, was now redirected back along his own meridians, rushing straight for his Dantian!
PFFT! PFFT!
The Six Meridian Divine Sword successfully annihilated the invading Celestial Witch True Essence!
However, it inevitably damaged his own Dantian in the process!
In just an instant, more than ten holes appeared in Duan Lang’s Dantian! It could no longer contain his True Essence!
A full ten seconds later, Duan Lang’s consciousness gradually returned.
His memory was still stuck before the attack, and he thought he was in complete control.
Seeing Cheng Yuan right in front of him, Duan Lang jumped in fright and subconsciously tried to release the Six Paths Divine Sword.
The next second, Duan Lang’s expression changed drastically!
’Where did the Six Paths Divine Sword he’d struggled to gather go?’
Duan Lang subconsciously circulated his True Essence, wanting to unleash the Shaoshang Sword to kill Cheng Yuan.
But his Dantian couldn’t hold True Essence. Although the Shaoshang Sword formed, it didn’t even have a tenth of its usual power.
Forget Cheng Yuan, it couldn’t even harm Han Zhongming.
Only then did Duan Lang discover the dozen or so holes in his Dantian!
’What the hell is going on?’
Duan Lang pointed at Cheng Yuan’s nose and shouted, "You brat, what did you do to me??"
During all this, Cheng Yuan’s Double Pupil had remained active, clearly seeing the Circulation Route of the Shaoshang Sword. With a thought, Cheng Yuan gathered a milky-white strand of True Essence at his thumb.
Cheng Yuan couldn’t help but grin. ’So the Six Meridian Divine Sword is this easy to learn?’
He had already learned the Shaoshang Sword, the most powerful of them all!
"I didn’t do anything. You were the one who crippled your own Dantian with your Six Meridian Divine Sword."
"Brat, you dare cripple me! You’re dead!!"
After speaking, Duan Lang pulled out his phone, intending to call Duan Yanming for help.
Cheng Yuan flashed forward, snatched Duan Lang’s phone, smashed it forcefully on the ground, and even followed up with a strike from his Shaoshang Sword!
CRASH!
Duan Lang’s phone shattered into tiny pieces!
Cheng Yuan looked at Duan Lang coldly.
"You’re at death’s door and you still dare to threaten me? You really think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?"
As he spoke, Cheng Yuan slowly began Cultivating, and a milky-white strand of True Essence swirled around his thumb.
Duan Lang was utterly stunned. He yelled with a look of disbelief, "The Shaoshang Sword? When did you secretly learn the Shaoshang Sword? The Six Meridian Divine Sword of our Dali Duan Dynasty is never taught to outsiders! You’re dead! My father will hunt you to the ends of the earth and kill you!"
"I bet Prince Duan won’t kill me. In fact, he’ll do everything to protect me! Because if I die, you die! And your entire Dali Duan Dynasty will be destroyed because of it!!"
As he spoke, Cheng Yuan began to leap and dance around Duan Lang, like a shaman performing a ritual.
Cheng Yuan chanted incantations, his voice ancient and evil, uttering notes that no one could understand!
But everyone could clearly see faint wisps of black mist emerging from Cheng Yuan’s body!
This black mist formed a highly complex symbol.
Cheng Yuan bit his finger and let a drop of fresh blood fall onto the symbol.
The symbol seemed to come alive, baring fangs and brandishing claws as it charged at Duan Lang!
When had Duan Lang ever seen such a bizarre and terrifying sight? He shrieked in terror, "Don’t come any closer! What is that damn thing? Stay away!!"
POOF!
Like a gentle breeze brushing his face, the complex symbol rushed into Duan Lang’s forehead.
Duan Lang felt a chill run through him. He shivered involuntarily as a layer of goosebumps broke out on his skin!
Duan Lang moved his body around but felt nothing wrong. He looked at Cheng Yuan coldly. "Brat, do you think I was born yesterday? You think you can scare me with these cheap tricks?"
’Cheap tricks?’
Heh heh...
With a mere thought from Cheng Yuan, the Witchcraft inside Duan Lang erupted. Duan Lang’s face turned deathly pale from the pain!
It felt as if someone was inside his body, frantically tearing at his internal organs!
"I believe you! I believe you! Make it stop!!"
With another thought, Cheng Yuan made the Witchcraft go dormant. "This is a unique technique of mine. If I die, the Witchcraft in your body will erupt! You’ll ’enjoy’ twenty-four hours of ’bliss’ before your body explodes and you die. Then, your Dali Duan Dynasty will suffer a curse for ten thousand generations, until it is completely annihilated! Young Prince, let me give you a word of warning: don’t even think about finding someone to break it. If you accidentally trigger the Witchcraft prematurely, you’ll die even faster. So, Young Prince, from now on, you’d better pray that I live a long and healthy life. Otherwise, your death will be very, very miserable!"
Cheng Yuan’s speech terrified Duan Lang so much that his forehead broke out in a cold sweat. He didn’t doubt Cheng Yuan’s words in the slightest. When the Witchcraft had erupted just now, he’d had a vague feeling that its full activation would end with his body exploding.
At this moment, Duan Lang was so full of regret he wanted to kill himself!
The truth was, he had no grudge against Cheng Yuan. At the beginning, Cheng Yuan had even politely invited him to taste some fine food.
But he had been too arrogant, looking down on Cheng Yuan completely, humiliating him multiple times, and even attacking him first.
He had no one to blame but himself for this outcome.
All of Duan Lang’s arrogance was gone. He looked at Cheng Yuan with a somewhat pleading gaze. "Friend, I was the one who offended you. Can I go now?"
Cheng Yuan snorted coldly. "Don’t try to get familiar. You’re not worthy of being my friend. Scram."
Duan Lang nearly choked. Those words were all too familiar. Just a short while ago, he had been the one looking down on Cheng Yuan, saying he wasn’t worthy of being his friend. Now, in such a short time, Cheng Yuan had thrown those exact words back at him.
Duan Lang was truly defeated. He didn’t even dare to utter a single harsh word. "Fine, I’ll scram."
After speaking, Duan Lang actually got on the ground and rolled several times, not stopping until he reached the door of the east wing, where he slowly climbed to his feet.
The reason he did this was that whenever Duan Lang told someone else to "scram," if they simply walked away, he would call them back and force them to literally ’roll’ out.
Cheng Yuan’s voice suddenly called out, "Hold on."
Duan Lang never imagined that even after he had ’rolled’ away, Cheng Yuan still wouldn’t let him off the hook.
"Mr. Cheng, there’s no need for further humiliation. I’ve already ’rolled’ away as you demanded. What more do you want?"
Cheng Yuan shrugged. "Young Prince, don’t be nervous. You kicked down the door to the east wing earlier. You should pay for the damages at cost. There’s no reason I should be the one to foot the bill, right?"
Duan Lang breathed a small sigh of relief. "Mr. Cheng is right. I should indeed be the one to pay!"