Chapter 406: Bitter Ruse

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Qin Sang's gaze shifted between the fat chicken and the thunder orb. The fat chicken was already very powerful and could also control the thunder orb. Forcibly snatching the Boundless Blood Mulberry right under its nose would certainly be ill-advised.

After a moment's consideration, a bold plan formed in Qin Sang's mind.

He activated the Ten Directions Yama Banner. Wraith threads formed a large net, and layers of black fire surged towards the fat chicken.

Facing the menacing wraith threads, the fat chicken showed no fear. Its round eyes swiveled, instead sparkling with an eager gaze, like a child who had finally found a toy.

The fat chicken stood at the edge of the jade pond, unmoving like a great general. It raised a small, fleshy wing and pointed at Qin Sang.

Silver light shimmered on its wing, and a ball of thunder erupted.

'Boom!'

The thunder and black fire collided.

Even though the fat chicken did not use the power of the thunder orb, its peak Demon Spirit stage strength was still formidable. Qin Sang maintained the formation with all his might; the black fire erupted, slowly and painstakingly devouring the thunder.

Just as Qin Sang finally dissipated the thunder, he suddenly noticed that the fat chicken had vanished from the edge of the jade pond.

Qin Sang was surprised but not flustered. Without a second thought, he immediately redirected the wraith threads, controlling the black fire to surge towards his left.

'Smack!'

A plump, round figure was struck out of thin air by the black fire. It tumbled in the air and only barely managed to steady itself by flapping its small, fleshy wings.

Lightning coursed through the fat chicken's feathers. Its thunder escape technique hadn't even fully prepared before Qin Sang discovered it.

The black fire flared brightly, continuing its pursuit of the fat chicken.

Forced to tumble erratically in the air to evade the black fire, the fat chicken suddenly let out a loud cry.

Countless bolts of lightning suddenly shot out from the thunder orb, but instead of attacking the black fire to save the fat chicken, they rushed directly towards the Ten Directions Yama Formation, targeting Qin Sang.

This fat chicken wasn't stupid. It understood the 'besieging Wei to rescue Zhao' strategy.

Qin Sang sighed inwardly. A covert maneuver was no longer feasible.

The lightning released by the thunder orb was incredibly fast, arriving in an instant. Qin Sang's reaction was swift. He decisively abandoned his attempt to sneak into the jade pond and swiftly retreated.

The fat chicken, having dodged a peril, tilted its small head, seemingly wondering how Qin Sang had managed to discover its whereabouts.

In truth, Qin Sang had already grasped the abilities of the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon while observing its battle with the two Nascent Soul cultivators outside. He had anticipated how the fat chicken would react.

Qin Sang's combat experience far surpassed the fat chicken's. Unfortunately, the power gap between them was too vast. The fat chicken's cultivation level was evident, and possessing the bloodline of a demonic beast, its combat instincts were also formidable.

Moreover, with the thunder orb being such a disruptive presence, no amount of combat experience could translate into victory.

The fat chicken did not use the thunder orb to directly attack Qin Sang. It tilted its head back and spat out a bolt of lightning, then vanished again.

Qin Sang cursed inwardly. The fat chicken was using him to practice and hone its combat abilities.

The red pill in his hand was like a death warrant, continuously burning. Qin Sang couldn't keep humoring the fat chicken indefinitely.

With a thought, Qin Sang stopped dodging. He directly controlled the black fire to clash head-on with the fat chicken.

'Bang! Bang!'

Loud bangs echoed through the cave dwelling.

The fat chicken appeared and disappeared unpredictably, truly living up to its name as a Thunder-Swallowing Falcon. Although it was a newly hatched cub, its control over lightning was still divine. This talent filled Qin Sang with immense envy.

The Ten Directions Yama Formation trembled. Qin Sang remained still, willingly acting as a target, allowing the fat chicken to strike him.

The fat chicken hadn't used the thunder orb, but its strength was formidable. After just a few blows, the black fire became very thin, and the core formation banners, visibly shaking, seemed on the verge of collapse.

The fat chicken probably hadn't had this much fun before. Its chirps grew increasingly joyful, and its small, fleshy wings flapped more vigorously. It zipped around the Ten Directions Yama Formation, flying up and down. However, it remained cautious, always maintaining a safe distance from Qin Sang.

Just as the fat chicken was getting carried away, a spectral sword shadow suddenly appeared from thin air. It was the Ebony Sword.

Qin Sang had secretly controlled the Ebony Sword, hiding it in the shadows. He had finally waited for the opportune moment, and it shot out from an incredibly treacherous angle.

The flying sword's speed was astonishing. In an instant, it appeared at the fat chicken's nape.

The sharp sword qi was about to pierce its delicate downy feathers.

In this critical moment, the fat chicken showed no panic. Its round eyes darted, flashing with a hint of slyness. It abruptly twisted its head, opening its small yellow beak wide, and a bolt of lightning, accumulated at some unknown point, erupted.

The timing chosen by the fat chicken was incredibly tricky. At such close range, the Ebony Sword had nowhere to dodge, and was engulfed by the lightning bolt.

'Boom!'

The Ebony Sword was directly blasted away by the lightning bolt. The spiritual light on its blade dimmed considerably.

However, the Ebony Sword was Qin Sang's life-bound spiritual sword, intimately cultivated with his mind and spirit. With the spiritual sword damaged, Qin Sang could not escape unharmed.

A pained cry was heard. The already weakened black fire immediately dissipated by more than half, almost extinguishing.

Qin Sang's figure was exposed from within the black fire. His face was deathly pale, and his aura was chaotic, clearly affected by the damage to his life-bound spiritual sword. At this moment, it seemed even maintaining the Ten Directions Yama Formation was difficult for him.

Qin Sang stumbled. He glanced at the fat chicken, an expression of extreme terror on his face. Gritting his teeth, he hurriedly gathered his remaining strength, enveloped himself with the Ten Directions Yama Formation for protection, and fled for his life.

The fat chicken not only foiled the sneak attack but also turned the tables, launching a counterattack. Having just executed such a cunning move and brimming with excitement, how could it allow its toy to simply run away?

Immediately, it transformed into a thunderous escape without hesitation. Moving even faster than Qin Sang, it appeared before him, blocking his path.

Almost at the exact moment the fat chicken reappeared from its thunderous escape, the black fire of the Ten Directions Yama Formation suddenly dissipated on its own. The man and the bird were now very close, their eyes meeting.

The fat chicken suddenly noticed that the terror had vanished from Qin Sang's face. It was replaced by a hint of playful mockery.

His complexion seemed to have grown even paler, but there was no trace of disorder in his aura.

The Ebony Sword was made of magic treasure material, and with Qin Sang's careful manipulation, how could it be easily damaged? It was merely a feigned injury on Qin Sang's part.

The demonic beast's instincts made the fat chicken sense impending danger.

But before it could react, a ghostly howl emanated from the black fire. Then, a surge of Nine Nether Demonic Flame, even deeper than the black fire, fiercely lunged towards the fat chicken.

The fat chicken felt the terrifying aura of the Nine Nether Demonic Flame. Its already round eyes widened further, and an irrepressible panic spread across its gaze.

'Whoosh!'

The Nine Nether Demonic Flame engulfed the fat chicken.

The fat chicken only had time to activate its thunderous power, attaching it to its body surface.

The Nine Nether Demonic Flame, feared even by the Flying Yaksha, was something a peak Demon Spirit stage fat chicken could hardly withstand. The fat chicken shrieked repeatedly, its cries seemingly tinged with a whimper.

Qin Sang, however, felt no pity. Because at the same moment the fat chicken shrieked, he felt an incredibly terrifying, violent power emerge behind him, now almost upon him.

If struck by this power, Qin Sang had no doubt that he would be effortlessly blasted into dust!

Qin Sang was inwardly horrified. Fortunately, he had prepared in advance. He hurriedly shifted his body to evade.

But the movements of his hands did not pause. The Heavenly Poison Veil had appeared in his palm at some unknown moment.

The opportunity was fleeting. Qin Sang steeled himself. His spiritual power surged unreservedly into the Heavenly Poison Veil, and the top-grade magic artifact shattered.

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