Serpent Ancestor
Chapter 68: Return Horse Spear Dan Battle

Chapter 68: Return Horse Spear Dan Battle

The Mountain-moving Patriarch, founder of the Mountain Movers Sect, had reached the Great Perfection of the Core Formation Stage and was just one step away from forming his Elemental Infant.

However, it was said that during his breakthrough, he was possessed by an extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, causing his attempt to fail and leading to his death and the dissipation of his Dao!

In the history of the Chu Kingdom, he was a legendary figure.

He Luohua was not mistaken; this indeed was the corpse of the Mountain-moving Patriarch, which had been stolen by this old dog after his recent disappearance.

"Old geezer, leave some room for maneuver. I advise you not to push me too hard, or we'll both die together. My life is worthless, but yours is precious. Think it over!" Hei Huang sneered.

At the same time, he secretly transmitted a message to Xu Hei: "Xu Hei, you go first. I'll hold her off."

Xu Hei took a deep look at He Luohua, saw that she remained motionless, nodded, and burrowed into the ground to leave.

He suddenly paused and asked, "What about the Mountain-moving Patriarch's corpse?"

"Don't worry, I've refined it into a puppet. Although I can't fully control it yet, it can still cast a small spell to scare people."

Hei Huang smiled and waved impatiently, "Go on! Stop dawdling like a woman! I just erased the Divine Sense imprint on you. I had to chase you for quite a while because you ran too fast!"

Hearing this, Xu Hei was shocked.

No wonder Hei Huang told him to wait; it was to erase the Divine Sense imprint on him.

"This old dog could have said so earlier."

Xu Hei muttered to himself and quickly fled.

Hei Huang remained standing in place, and the old woman did not pursue him. She just stared intently at the Mountain-moving Patriarch's corpse, standing motionless in mid-air.

Just now, the moment the corpse appeared, it had directly shattered her Great Golden Bowl, indicating that it could exert a certain level of power.

This was a Great Perfection Core Formation Stage monster, half a step into the Elemental Infant Stage. Even the aura emanating from the corpse made her somewhat fearful.

"Is this dog trying to scare me? Or does he really have some skills?"

He Luohua's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing.

……

At this moment, Xu Hei had already escaped beyond the perception range of a Core Formation Stage cultivator. He suddenly felt a bit hesitant.

"Is it immoral for me to just run away like this?"

"But if I stay, I won't be of any help and would only be a burden."

Xu Hei thought of the Wild Giant Elephant. If he could summon it, he wondered if it could help.

On second thought, he dismissed the idea. By the time the elephant arrived, it would be too late.

Moreover, the Purple Mist Sect was also full of experts. If he could summon help, so could the others; it made no difference.

"Damn it! If only I were stronger."

Xu Hei cursed inwardly.

In the end, it was still a matter of strength. Xu Hei had thought he was progressing fast enough, but compared to true experts, he was still far behind.

Xu Hei pondered for a moment and did not immediately go far. Instead, he found a hidden cave to hide in.

He couldn't just run away without doing anything!

"Hei Huang may be despicable, but he can't die. I have to do something, but what can I do?"

Xu Hei took a deep breath to calm himself down and think of a strategy.

The most lethal weapon he had was the scales on his tail.

But according to Hei Huang, these scales were effective against Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators but seemed inadequate against Core Formation Stage cultivators.

Then there was the mysterious Demon God Cauldron, but it was only an auxiliary tool that allowed him to quickly refine anything he consumed.

Xu Hei knew the Demon God Cauldron had more functions, but he hadn't discovered them yet.

"What other means do I have, what else…"

Xu Hei kept thinking.

……

On the other side.

Hei Huang saw that Xu Hei had gone far, and the old woman still hadn't made a move.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sneered, "Old geezer, I won't play with you anymore. We'll meet again."

He leaped backward, intending to leave.

The Mountain-moving Patriarch's corpse also leaped backward simultaneously, mirroring Hei Huang's movements.

At the moment they retreated.

He Luohua's eyes suddenly narrowed, and with a flick of her finger, a silver needle shot out, piercing through the void and almost instantly reaching Hei Huang's rear.

"Ha!"

Hei Huang shouted, and the Mountain-moving Patriarch's figure instantly appeared behind him, spitting out a mouthful of viscous purple mist that corroded the silver needle instantly.

The purple mist rapidly expanded, forming a giant purple skull that corroded everything in its path, charging toward He Luohua.

"How could the Mountain-moving Patriarch know such a spell? You must be a demonic cultivator!"

He Luohua coldly said, staring at the overwhelming purple mist.

Hei Huang sneered, "Who cares if it's righteous or demonic? As long as it kills, it's a good spell!"

"Hmph, truly a demon!"

With a wave of her sleeve, He Luohua unleashed a dazzling golden light, forming layers of waves that swept toward the purple skull.

Just as the two were about to collide.

The purple skull suddenly vanished, along with all the purple mist, as if it had all been an illusion.

At the same time, Hei Huang's figure also disappeared.

He Luohua's face twisted in anger, "Dare to trick me!"

Her figure instantly shot out, filled with boundless fury, chasing after Hei Huang.

At this moment, Hei Huang was carrying the Mountain-moving Patriarch's corpse, sprinting through the mountains, his legs almost smoking.

"Damn it! The Golden Core inside this corpse is only the size of a fingernail, not enough for more than three spells. How am I supposed to play like this?"

Hei Huang cursed inwardly, feeling miserable.

The purple mist just now was purely for show, with some initial power but mostly just a facade.

To match the spells of a Core Formation Stage cultivator, he had to rely on consuming the Golden Core's energy.

But after so many years, the Golden Core inside the Mountain-moving Patriarch's corpse had long since shriveled up, with very little energy left.

Feeling the overwhelming fury behind him, Hei Huang gritted his teeth and ran.

"It's a pity. If I could refine it into a corpse puppet that could perform breathing exercises on its own, it would be great. My cultivation is still not enough."

Hei Huang ran while thinking about which spell to use to escape. With limited Golden Core energy, every move had to be carefully considered.

"Rashomon? No, too strong. The Golden Core would be exhausted before I could even cast it."

"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade? No, can't be used with Earth Spiritual Roots, only my true self can."

"…"

As Hei Huang was rapidly thinking, he sensed danger from behind.

It was three flying swords, stabbing straight at his back.

"Requiem!"

Hei Huang gritted his teeth, and the Mountain-moving Patriarch's abdomen swelled. The shriveled Golden Core inside shrank by a third.

Then, a sharp wailing sound emitted from its mouth, forming a terrifying Requiem soundwave that shot backward.

"Woo woo woo!!!"

He Luohua's face turned pale, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but the three flying swords did not slow down. They circled and instantly pierced Hei Huang's body, slicing him into pieces.

Immediately, Hei Huang's body reformed, but his aura was much weaker, his steps unsteady, and his escape speed greatly reduced.

"Damn it! This old geezer is attacking me even at the cost of injury. One more hit and the Golden Core will be gone." Hei Huang's face was grim.

Even more precarious was that he was also seriously injured.

A few more attacks like that, and he would be finished. Even if his primordial spirit escaped, it would take a thousand years of slumber to recover.

He Luohua's eyes were filled with killing intent. This old dog posed too much of a threat and had to be eliminated!

"Die!"

She pointed forward, and the three flying swords rose again, stabbing toward Hei Huang's back.

At this moment.

He Luohua's face suddenly changed, and the three flying swords quickly turned back. From the ground below, countless tiny scales shot out, thirty in total.

The timing was extremely tricky, right after she was hit by the Requiem.

"Clang clang clang…"

The flying swords blocked in mid-air, sparks flying, deflecting all the black gold scales.

But to He Luohua's shock, her flying swords were covered in countless tiny nicks.

"What kind of hidden weapon is this?"

He Luohua stared in disbelief at the scales scattered on the ground.