Chapter 159: Hehe, Just Kidding

Xu Xiaoshou considered himself no longer a good person, as his hands were stained with the blood of many people.

But watching his own junior sister nearly get blasted to death right in front of him, an unnamed rage involuntarily surged in his heart.

Even though he knew that the best strategy right now might be to take everyone and flee immediately, Xu Xiaoshou didn't do that.

In life, one must have some sense of responsibility, especially while the blood is still hot!

*Senluo Mili* was extremely hot at that moment, and the forest under their feet had turned into wasteland, with no black traces of fire scorching left, as everything had been obliterated by the high temperature.

Ordinary *Nianli* and sharp light gathered instantly in his hands, and above his fists, compressed fire seeds appeared one by one.

Xu Xiaoshou had pushed his combat state to the extreme.

"Who exactly are you?" he asked solemnly, poised to strike.

The gray mist figure's fog surged as if chuckling softly. After a long while, the muffled voice returned: "If I told you, it might scare you. I am Fengtian..."

In the blink of an eye, Xu Xiaoshou appeared behind the gray mist figure. He had no intention of getting a real answer; he just needed that slight moment of distraction while it responded.

His chest expanded and contracted, drawing power from his waist and abdomen, as he slammed his fists hard into the figure's back and the back of its head.

"I don't care if you're Toyota or Honda—die!"

Caught off guard, the gray mist figure actually fell for it and couldn't mount a defense in time, its shadowy form being blasted into the sky.

Xu Xiaoshou could even hear the "crack crack" of bones breaking.

"Good, this punch is for my junior sister!"

The gray mist figure spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was completely stunned!

This guy wasn't playing by the rules?

Weren't you curious about my true identity?

And... could you let me finish my sentence?!

"Received curse, passive value, 1."

Although the gray mist figure's cultivation had broken through to the *Zongshi* realm, Xu Xiaoshou's *Zongshi* body was no joke.

Under the barrage of fists, it took the figure a good while to regain its senses.

Fortunately, the sealing energy always enveloping its body offset some of the damage; otherwise, it might have been knocked down in one hit.

Ignoring the intense pain, the gray mist figure quickly turned its body in mid-air and thrust its hands toward Xu Xiaoshou, unleashing a massive wave of gray mist.

Not an attack, but a defense!

Because in the distance, Xu Xiaoshou, after his punch, was clearly drawing his sword!

"Qianye Liu, Ba Jian Shi, Hei Luo Zhan!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The sword sliced through the sky, its energy like a thousand troops and horses charging across the void, leaving the gray mist figure utterly bewildered.

Its speed was so fast it seemed to pierce space, arriving in an instant!

"This..."

This power was beyond just a *Zongshi* spirit technique!

Just who was this guy, that he could suppress me like this?!

The gray mist figure's sealing energy erupted wildly, surging to several levels higher.

"San Cang Xuanjie!"

Thick fog enveloped it completely, and the endless sword energy finally struck—but not a single blade could tear through this *San Cang Xuanjie* barrier.

Clang clang clang...

Strange sounds echoed endlessly, and the gray mist figure finally smirked, peering through the waves of sword energy with disdain: "In all the heavens and earth, there is nothing I cannot seal!"

"Heh, is that so?" Xu Xiaoshou smiled faintly. "Do you know what art is?"

The gray mist figure paused, realizing it couldn't keep up with this young man's train of thought. Was it because it had slept too long and fallen out of touch with the times?

"Art... nothing more than 'sealing,'" it said, watching its *San Cang Xuanjie* block all the sword energy, its tone full of arrogance.

Xu Xiaoshou slowly shook his head and tossed his sword upward.

"You're wrong!"

"Art is explosion!"

As the words fell, the gray mist figure inside *San Cang Xuanjie* suddenly jolted in alarm, sensing a terrifying energy pattern forming on its back, in addition to the pain.

"*Xiao Huqiu Zhi Shu*, explode!"

Xu Xiaoshou snapped his fingers.

The boom shook like thunder.

The explosion originated from inside the sealed barrier, propelling the sword energy skyward and sending the gray mist figure hurtling into the heavens once more.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Xu Xiaoshou finally saw the figure take real damage, just as he had suspected—the sealing power was formidable when actively used, but he could still wound it in passive defense.

However...

This guy was using Mo Mo's body...

Xu Xiaoshou caught the falling *Zang Ku*, his brow furrowing with reluctance to press the attack.

The mushroom cloud dispersed, revealing the gray mist figure with a somewhat ferocious expression.

It never imagined that in the brief moment it took to answer a question, it would be caught in a combo and left bleeding!

When was the last time something like this happened?

A mere *Xiantian*-level junior had actually injured it?

It absolutely had to make him pay!

"Xu Xiaoshou, you're finished..."

"Urk!"

Before it could finish, the gray mist figure trembled, and blood overflowed from its lips.

It looked ahead... but no one was there.

Slowly turning its head,

Thud!

Xu Xiaoshou sheathed his sword behind it, his light voice echoing.

"*Xi Feng Diao Xue*."

The gray mist figure clutched its neck in disbelief, but it was futile.

Blood gushed like a spring.

It felt as if half its head had been severed!

Sealing energy gathered hastily to cover the wound, but the intense pain still hit, making the figure dizzy and on the verge of collapsing.

"*Hei Wen, Fu Ji Zhi Shu*!"

A seal imprinted on its chest, and in an instant, black patterns crawled over its body, looking utterly eerie.

And just like that, its injuries stopped completely.

Not healed, but stopped.

It was as if it had told itself, "Don't mess around, I'm in a fight—bleed later," and the bleeding actually ceased.

Xu Xiaoshou slowly sheathed his sword and turned to see this, his eyes bulging in shock.

He knew this body belonged to Mo Mo, so he hadn't gone for the kill, but for the figure to stop its wounds in such a bizarre way...

Unbelievable!

"Sealing power—truly seals everything? Even injuries can be paused?" Xu Xiaoshou swallowed hard, realizing the situation was turning dire.

The guy who should have been severely wounded was holding his nearly severed neck as if nothing had changed.

If there was a difference, it was this: Xu Xiaoshou could see that the anger in its eyes had solidified into something tangible.

"Heh, just kidding—don't take it seriously!"

Xu Xiaoshou crossed his arms in front of his chest and chuckled: "Since you're so powerful, how about we go back to our earlier conversation..."

"Hmm, you mentioned Toyota? And then what?"

The gray mist figure's entire fog body staggered, and it couldn't hold back—blood spurted from its neck again, making Xu Xiaoshou's heart skip a beat.

Oh no, that's not what I meant!

"A gentleman uses words, not force. Let's talk things out—impulse is the devil..."

"What the hell?"