I Am a Mortal (3)

Despite being reminded by Yuan Zhen, Tian Shen seemed to care less and advance further.

He disappeared and flashed next to Yuan Zhen, launching a punch at his stomach. As a result, Yuan Zhen was blasted to the ground and accidentally threw Mao Nianzu in a different direction.

Mao Nianzu was like a corpse; he could not move and was thrown here and there.

Before Mao Nianzu landed on the ground, Tian Shen already grabbed him. Without saying anything, he immediately crushed the right hand with a slight grip, causing a disturbing bone-cracking sound.

"Interesting." Tian Shen was surprised that Mao Nianzu did not react exaggeratedly even though pain undoubtedly assaulting his nerves. Therefore, he stretched his hand, dancing on Mao Nianzu's fingers before snapping them one by one.

He did it as though he was having an experiment, placing Mao Nianzu on a flying sword whereas he stood on the grassy ground.

Every finger. Mao Nianzu's face turned ugly, holding indescribable sufferings. He ground his teeth so as to not burst into a desperate scream.

Persistence. This defined him the whole life, no matter how bad things would be, just went through it, for everyone had their own fate.

"Fate..." Mao Nianzu painfully murmured. When he vibrated his voice organs, he felt like something inside his throat has shredded into pieces. So even though he spoke at an extremely low volume, the pain still assaulted him.

Moreover, he could not breathe smoothly, as though he breathed with a big boulder on his chest. Every time he inflated his lungs with air, it would instead worsen things and made him feel suffocated.

"You have seen the yellow river?" Tian Shen heard the mumblings and asked without stopping to shatter fingers.

"Crap... river..." Mao Nianzu faintly heard Tian Shen's words, presumably, his eardrums were problematic due to the hard collision with walls just now.

"You alone can't compare to those scrolls' real value," said Tian Shen while slicing one finger. Blood flooded outward, and Mao Nianzu screamed in agony. "It's already mercy that I don't lock you up. Otherwise, you will suffer for ages."

'It's your fault for not obeying me! How the hell a servant can do a betrayal like this? Where's the rest three servants?'

Mao Nianzu suddenly had the urge to rant internally.

'As if! They will most likely do the same. Mortal this, mortal that, then why the fuck you invite me over to Abyss?!'

When he opened his mouth, blood leaked from it. He had no capability of speaking any more, as basically his body had been severely injured.

'If only I have invisible hands, I will choke people to let them know that, since I am the whatever crap being in Abyss, they must treat me with respect. I will drag their leg to the end of the world, drown them deep in the sea, or slam them until they lose their mind, or grind them with a mountain!'

As Mao Nianzu thought this, a strange phenomenon happened. Some of his bones recovered, new blood slightly filled his veins and make his complexion a bit better, and he did not realize that he raised his hand, gripping Tian Shen's hand.

Internally, Mao Nianzu kept ranting about many things; his work colleagues, the food he did not like, goods' prices, and cultivators.

'Wait, why did I suddenly think about this? Am I really going to die? It's said that people will have a recollection of their life before they die...'

"Well, are you going to perform your last struggle?" Tian Shen flatly asked.

Although Mao Nianzu did not hear his question, his hand uncontrollably tightened its grip, as though it had its own will, followed by a black smoke seeping from his pores.

Noticing the black smoke, Tian Shen furrowed his eyebrows.

However, a brown iron staff suddenly appeared, aiming at his neck. Yuan Zhen had come to the rescue!

Tian Shen slightly bent his body backward, avoiding the attack casually. He then retaliated, throwing two heavy punches.

Yuan Zhen was helplessly beaten. However, in this brief exchange, he noticed a strange black smoke starting to come out of Mao Nianzu's body.

"It's started!" He was frightened by his own thought. Without sparing a further second, he clenched his fist and stabbed the staff on the ground.

Gradually, Yuan Zhen emanated an evil aura with a different energy. It had a strong blood scent, causing the surroundings to be filled with dense air like that of a battlefield.

"Wait a second," Yuan Zhen gulped anxiously, realizing something amiss. There was a strong suction that made his energy deflate at a fast rate. "No—help! Help!"

Under this strong suction, he ran away hastily. A part of his energy was constantly depleted, seeping out of his body and scattering in the air like glitters.

"Save me! N—"

Crush!

Yuan Zhen suddenly turned into a mist of blood. Nothing was left from him, not even a strand of his hair.

This event transpired before Tian Shen's eyes, pulling his sense back as he hurriedly looked at Mao Nianzu, whose wounds closed at a visible speed.

"Abyssal Chaos—!" His pupils shrunk rapidly in disbelief. Tian Shen slapped himself.

With a look of horror, he did another slap and shouted. "I beg your mercy!"

Due to Abyssal Chaos, the energy used in the Abyss, he was influenced and acted not according to his will. The stronger one's Abyssal Chaos, the stronger possibility of twisting surrounding things.

To make it worse, Tian Shen almost killed the real master he was supposed to serve wholeheartedly!

Mao Nianzu caused ominous noises because of grisly bone reconstruction, such as his curved elbow being straightened and sliced fingers growing back. It was like seeing the dead come back to life!

"This is bad. It is not the time for Him to return yet. How to make Him sleep? Or it is the sign that I have to advance the plan?"

Taking a deep breath, Tian Shen had calmed himself down. His rage just now was not on his will, and seemed like everything that happened afterward was also not based on everyone's will.

"As His return draws near, many things will be twisted and wrecked. Now, even I can't get ahold of myself before His presence."

As he stretched his right hand to the side, a red sword appeared. With this, he wanted to make Mao Nianzu faint. "Excuse my rudeness!"

Tian Shen exploded with another windstorm of aura and then darted, transforming into a shadowy figure that nervously jumped in the air before launching himself at Mao Nianzu.

At the same time, Mao Nianzu slightly pushed his palm. It created an enormous black palm, attacking Tian Shen.

"An attack—!" Tian Shen did not expect this powerful strike. He forcefully dragged his body, bumping the array. But soon after, he noticed the two consorts with a rough breath sitting in a meditative pose at the end of the palm attack's direction.

Tian Shen injected spiritual Qi into a coin, shooting it toward the palm. This move had elemental energy, covering the coin with roaring thunder.

But alas! The coin could only cause a small explosion. It could not stop the palm from coming closer.

"Get out of here! Quick!" Tian Shen jumped toward the two consorts. "We made a huge mistake. I will hold Him until armies come."

Opening their eyes, a look of confusion adorned the consorts' faces. "Where is General Yuan?"

Tian Shen had a pensive look and shook his head with heavy emotions. On one side, he admitted that he killed Yuan Zhen, creating a sense of guilt within his heart.

The two consorts understood Tian Shen's gesture. They dozed off for a moment, not knowing how to react.

During the meditative pose, they focused on recovering internal wounds caused by Tian Shen, totally ignoring the track of passing time. However, as they slacked off and egoistically prioritized themselves, Yuan Zhen must have fought desperately...

"Go," said Tian Shen weakly. Looking at the incoming palm, he sighed. "He is very unstable."

"Awakened that early?" One of the consorts frowned. "We do it together."

"Yeah, unless you want to have a good way to suicide." The other consort sarcastically added.

Seeing the grim determination on them, Tian Shen sighed. He massaged his arms, swinging them as he said, "Be careful."

He closed his eyes and placed his sword up front, as though he was in a ceremony to reward kingdom warriors.

"Hollow Secret Laws Art: First Form!" Bolting, he jumped like a catapult shot, leaving a dusty trace behind.

Two consorts stayed, injecting their spiritual Qi into a pale jade with complicated carvings. It emitted a faint green glow.

"Can the array withstand His attack?" One of them expressed her thoughts.

"I'm not sure. He stays still, though," the other consort rolled her eyes at Mao Nianzu. "Before He moves, we must use this."

"But what if, you know,"

"Keep it to yourself!"

After injecting spiritual Qi, they buried the jade and sat to recover their condition again; the previous internal wound caused by Tian Shen had not healed.

Meanwhile, Tian Shen needed three attacks to block the palm. It was within his expectation, which made him worry.

Abyssal Chaos might influence his actions again; thus, he intentionally wound his arm with poison so the pain would make him sane.