Chapter 1585: Chapter 1585: Eighteen Warriors

The golden giant sword transformed into a streak of golden lightning, piercing through the void, carrying endless killing intent and terrifying energy fluctuations as it charged at the Spirit Serpent Venerable.

“Clang!”

With a light sound, the Spirit Serpent Venerable, who was rushing toward Fang Bai without turning his head, swung the serpent cane in his hand to meet the golden giant sword.

However, the serpent cane was clearly no match for the golden giant sword; after the collision, it was shattered into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The Spirit Serpent Venerable laughed heartily, using the reactive force from the spiritual artifact’s collision to accelerate toward Fang Bai, reaching a distance so close they could touch.

Fang Bai knew that both the Spirit Serpent Venerable and Sikong Changjian were eyeing the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade in his hand, and it would be incredibly difficult for him to escape from them.

His eyes darted around, and he simply sealed his own Qi Sea, ceasing to flee, allowing himself to be easily captured by the Spirit Serpent Venerable.

“Where are the Eighteen Generals?!”

Seeing the Spirit Serpent Venerable capture Fang Bai, he suddenly sped towards Dragon Lake, alarming Sikong Changjian, who shouted angrily.

Eighteen figures clad in golden armor, wielding long swords, turned into eighteen streams of golden light, soaring from the ground to the sky, surrounding the Spirit Serpent Venerable.

“Do we kill or capture? Please instruct us, master!”

The ones enclosing the Spirit Serpent Venerable were none other than the famous Eighteen Generals under the Golden City Lord, Sikong Changjian.

The formation with which they besieged the Spirit Serpent Venerable was their renowned “Storm Sword Formation.”

“Senior, that young man you captured is indeed my relative. If you are willing to release him, we can shake hands and make peace, how about that?”

Sikong Changjian did not wish to clash with the Spirit Serpent Venerable, fearing it might disrupt his plan to hunt the Golden Flood Dragon, but he was also reluctant to let go of the blood-colored long blade in Fang Bai’s hand.

If the Spirit Serpent Venerable insisted on capturing Fang Bai and taking away the blood-colored long blade, Sikong Changjian would not hesitate to fight him.

In this Golden City, no one could challenge Sikong Changjian’s authority, not even a Soul Severing mid-stage expert like the Spirit Serpent Venerable. Otherwise, his dignity as the City Lord and his face would be lost.

“Stop the nonsense! This young man is mine for sure!”

The Spirit Serpent Venerable was also a proud person and would not show weakness in this situation.

Though his serpent-shaped spiritual artifact was severed, he had more than one spiritual artifact on him. As he spoke, he unleashed eighteen small green snakes.

With a “chirping” sound, eighteen green snakes carrying a deathly aura charged at the Eighteen Generals surrounding him from extremely tricky angles.

“Kill!”

The eighteen generals in golden armor, seeing the approaching green snakes, remained fearless, swinging their long swords to form sword nets in front of them to enclose the green snakes.

The Eighteen Generals, like Sikong Changjian, had recently advanced to Nascent Soul Perfection level. Their “Storm Sword Formation” was more than sufficient to kill a Soul Severing beginner, and they could still contend against a mid-stage expert like the Spirit Serpent Venerable.

The eighteen green snakes were not actual snakes but a type of wooden spiritual artifact tainted with deadly poison, shaped like snakes. Anyone below the Soul Severing realm who came in contact with them would face dire consequences.

Upon the instant the green snakes shot out, the Storm Sword Formation of the Eighteen Generals was simultaneously activated. The sword nets woven by eighteen long swords shredded the eighteen green snakes, instantly filling the air with green smoke and toxic mist, causing the Eighteen Generals to retreat in shock.

“A mere formation, trying to trap me, Spirit Serpent Venerable?”

With a “jeering” laugh, the Spirit Serpent Venerable, grasping Fang Bai, swept over Dragon Lake and fled towards the distant mountains.

Sikong Changjian and others dared not follow the Spirit Serpent Venerable’s retreat path, fearing they might alarm the Golden Flood Dragon lurking at the lake’s bottom, and could only watch helplessly as the Spirit Serpent Venerable took Fang Bai away, stamping their feet in frustration.

Fortunately, Dragon Lake remained calm, and the Golden Flood Dragon seemed undisturbed, which gave Sikong Changjian a sigh of relief.

“Don’t chase a desperate foe! Let’s continue guarding Dragon Lake! Humph, Spirit Serpent Venerable… I’ll settle accounts with him sooner or later!”

Sikong Changjian glanced menacingly in the direction the Spirit Serpent Venerable fled, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, then continued to lie in ambush around Dragon Lake with the Eighteen Generals, patiently waiting for the Golden Flood Dragon to appear.

The Spirit Serpent Venerable, with Fang Bai, arrived at a remote deep mountain a thousand miles away and stopped inside a secluded cave.

“Boy, let’s see where you run this time!”

The Spirit Serpent Venerable lightly tapped Fang Bai’s Qi Sea, confidently feeling he sealed his spiritual energy, then casually tossed him on the ground, smirking, “I advise you to release your Nascent Soul and essence blood yourself, or you’ll suffer ten times the pain if I have to do it!”

Fang Bai spat, then grinned, “Old fool, dream on if you think you can consume my Nascent Soul and essence blood! My body, you won’t be able to handle it!”

Fang Bai was speaking the truth. He was a one-in-an-eternity Chaos True Body, his tendons and bones were incredibly resilient, with exceptionally vigorous essence blood; even if an Immortal Emperor were to consume it, their body might not withstand it and would ultimately explode and perish.

Of course, the Spirit Serpent Venerable wouldn’t know this. In his eyes, Fang Bai was merely a person with a Dual Attribute Innate Spiritual Root and Extraordinary Holy Body, whose Nascent Soul and essence blood held immeasurable value, capable of greatly enhancing his cultivation level and strength upon consumption.

Hundreds of Essence Stones embedded in the cave walls lit up the cave brightly; piles of herbs and a Great Cauldron could be seen inside.

The Great Cauldron was still exuding a faint herbal scent, clearly used for alchemy to produce spirit pills.

Those herbs were exceedingly rare, suited for refining Holy Grade Elixirs, some even capable of producing King Grade Elixirs. If sold at the Martial Artists Trading Market, they would incite a frenzy among martial artists.

“These herbs are all prepared for you…”

The Spirit Serpent Venerable pointed at the herbs, his gaze finally resting on the Great Cauldron, sneering, “Soon, I’ll cut your wrist to let your blood out to brew a few spirit pills. When your blood is nearly drained, I’ll force out your Nascent Soul to consume. Finally, I’ll boil your tendons and bones to eat… heh heh, an Extraordinary Holy Body, treasures from head to toe, consuming you will definitely elevate my cultivation to the next level.”

“Old thief, chewing on my bones, beware of breaking your teeth!”

Fang Bai scolded loudly.

The Spirit Serpent Venerable ignored him, immersed in gathering herbs.

“Hmm? Missing a Jade Redheart Grass!”

Momentarily puzzled, the Spirit Serpent Venerable scratched his head and muttered to himself.

“Boy, live a while longer! Let me find one more herb!”

With that, he exited the cave, carefully checking the defensive array he’d previously set at the entrance, feeling confident that the sealed Qi Sea of Fang Bai could not allow him an escape, and assuredly left.

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