Chapter 1641: Cursed Gate Manipulates Techniques to Disrupt Mentality, Reversing the Heavenly Gang and Forgetting Hierarchy

Another existence comparable to the two freaks before him…

Having slept for many years, he never imagined that the continent had developed to such an extent.

After Su Yin recovered, his heart was greatly shocked.

Just now, at the instant of “thought” when that mere illusion exploded, it actually choked him into a brief trance.

What kind of thought could suppress the power of a wicked god in a Saint Emperor’s body?

Undoubtedly, this person could not be viewed by conventional Spirit Refinement realms.

If he entered the Divine Relic, the current situation might truly allow the two opponents to turn the tables.

“How dare you harm my son…”

Gazing at the soul body of the lightning-attribute young man held in the illusionary hand before him, Su Yin had a sudden realization in his heart.

This child was young.

His talent was already exceptional.

His father must be even more powerful, his combat strength should be no less than Si She Shen Yi, who had severely wounded him!

Thinking of this, Su Yin immediately shielded the passage to the Divine Relic without hesitation.

This action was indeed a bit slow, a reactive measure.

After all, with the crushing power of “thought” a moment ago, that lightning-attribute father should have had time to enter the Divine Relic.

Yet…

Better late than never?

That wolf, delayed by something unknown, did not rush into the sheepfold immediately.

The passage was successfully shielded!

For a moment, this body of Wangze Shengdi, under Su Yin’s control, even moved with a slight air of ease.

He didn’t understand what external ties had hindered that person’s actions.

But…

Did it matter?

It didn’t!

At this moment, these things had no bearing on the current situation!

Su Yin’s three eyes narrowed in unison, staring at the soul body before him, while Wangze Shengdi’s three mouths simultaneously mocked:

“Father-son affection, after all, cannot overcome the great fear of life and death.”

“The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.”

“Return to Su Yin’s embrace!”

Three heads, three mouths, sucked forcefully.

Cao Erzhu only felt the scene before his eyes distort, and his body was involuntarily pulled forward.

His spiritual sense swept back in disbelief.

—His old man’s illusion was sucked to pieces in an instant!

“Impossible…”

Cao Erzhu’s pupils quaked.

At this moment, his heart was flustered and chaotic.

He had been immersed in the beautiful fantasy of “Dad is here,” “Dad is not dead,” and “Dad is omnipotent.”

Even if only an illusion had appeared first.

When he heard his dad’s voice, Cao Erzhu knew that his dad must still be alive and would definitely come to save him.

Who would have thought…

A final burst of activity before death?

The illusion was still just an illusion.

The remnant was merely a wisp of his dad’s lingering regret from before his death.

After uttering that one shout, this thought lost all its spirituality, meaning his dad could never be resurrected…

But Su Yin’s implication was that his dad was still alive!

But he was scared?

He didn’t dare to come over?

He didn’t dare to face the Ancestral God in person?

“Impossible!”

Cao Erzhu’s eyes were bloodshot, and he shrieked with a distorted face.

Whether his dad was dead, or his dad was a coward, he couldn’t accept either of these two possibilities.

“My old man is the strongest!”

“My old man is not afraid!”

He roared like a madman.

He had already seen Su Yin’s various powers from Dao Qiongcang’s perspective.

He knew that with his own strength alone, it was impossible to escape from Su Yin’s hands.

But people could die.

The last sound before death, even if you were a wicked god, could not be stopped!

Even as Cao Erzhu’s soul was sucked apart into three pieces, he still exerted all his strength to let out the roar a passionate young man should:

“Kings! Lords! Generals! Ministers!”

“Would there be… Ouch!”

Before he could finish shouting, his three soul bodies were clutched together by a huge ghostly hand, held tightly.

He glanced sideways.

Xiao Shou-ge had appeared beside him at some unknown point.

He held a halberd in one hand, his face solemn, looking very imposing.

What was even more thrilling was that, facing the wicked god, he carried the Gui Men Guan on his shoulder, and his other hand reached through this gate, grasping himself from the Yang world while he was in the Yin world.

Wuwu…

“Erzhu, I, Xu Xiaoshou, will never abandon you.”

Cao Erzhu was moved to tears, and in his mind, Xiao Shou-ge’s poignant voice, which could bring tears to anyone’s eyes, automatically appeared.

He had decided that if he lived, he would repay Xiao Shou-ge’s kindness in this life and the next.

Then he heard Xiao Shou-ge spit and start cursing from behind:

“Are you sick?”

“What good is just shouting?”

“With all this passion and fighting strength, even if you know it’s hard to win, won’t you try to fight for yourself?”

His words were extremely fast, filled with a strong sense of disappointment.

But despite the direct scolding, it was still very clear, indicating that he was much more skilled at lecturing people than his dad:

“Shout?”

“If shouting till your throat breaks would make the enemy let you go, how could the world produce the ‘seeds of kings, lords, generals, and ministers’ of the first generation!”

Cao Erzhu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

His mind went blank. His first reaction was that kings, lords, generals, and ministers indeed had a kind of “seed.”

His second reaction was that all the “first generations” who became famous, without shouting, had fought their way through a bloodbath.

Including his dad!

Including Xiao Shou-ge!

“Walking into a trap.”

Su Yin’s gaze was nothing but mockery.

He had intended to deal with them one by one.

Unexpectedly, before that “Cao Yihan” made a move, this Xu Xiaoshou, who only knew how to hide, dared to come and save someone alone.

Was this saving someone?

The soul absorption was so slow; wasn’t he waiting for one or both of them to come close?

“Art of the Glutton’s Maw!”

Wangze Shengdi’s fingers moved slightly, and a storm of saint power surged around him.

In a blink of an eye, a monstrous black beast appeared behind him, opening its mouth wide to suck.

Space, Dao principles, and storms were all swallowed into the black glutton’s belly.

Not to mention the three soul bodies of Cao Erzhu, held by the hungry ghost, were about to be carried away by the wind.

Even Xu Xiaoshou himself felt his spiritual senses become chaotic, his spiritual power draining, and his physical body about to disintegrate into pieces to be devoured by the glutton.

Seeing this, Su Yin’s lips curled in a sneer, as if he had already foreseen the two disintegrating and turning into nourishment for himself.

The Ancestral God’s core…

The Saint Emperor’s body…

This Xu Xiaoshou was able to harm his Ancestral God’s thought at that time.

But now, even if he stood still, could he harm him in the slightest?

But the battle situation was astonishing.

Under Su Yin’s gaze, Xu Xiaoshou clearly found it difficult even to stand still in the void, yet he suddenly thrust the Huolong Ji into the ground in front of him, stabilizing his uncontrollable body.

He freed his right hand and slowly raised it to his chest…

A bit familiar?

Su Yin felt an unbidden sense of foreboding.

Before he could react, Xu Xiaoshou’s feet had already traced out the formation diagram of the Art of Profound Meaning, and he joined two fingers, making a strange gesture…

Plagiarism?!

Su Yin’s three eyes simultaneously changed their gaze.

Xu Xiaoshou pressed his index finger against the back of his middle finger, slid it down gently, and coldly shouted:

“Forbidden, Feast!”

What?

Su Yin’s heart was greatly alarmed.

Was this child’s talent so terrifying that he could deduce the essence from one or two of the superficial manifestations of his previously displayed techniques?

But searching his memory, he seemed to have never used a forbidden technique like “Feast” in the battle at the Divine Relic?

Plagiarism?

No, no, not plagiarism.

Disguised, but the essence unchanged, how could it be called plagiarism?

We cultured people, we call this “referencing,” and not only do I use yours, I dare to curse you:

“Su Yin old dog, your technique, in my eyes, is nothing but a pile of trash!”

After finishing his curse, Xu Xiaoshou pointed.

The awakened ability “Feast” transformed into a huge crimson gluttonous beast head behind him.

A black glutton’s maw…

A red glutton’s beast head…

Dao Qiongcang looked up from behind.

Even someone as unfathomable as he was, at this moment, couldn’t help but be astonished—it was hard to distinguish the male from the female, the true from the false, or what constituted the “origin of the art of techniques”!

The next breath.

The gigantic red gluttonous beast head opened its mouth and swallowed, engulfing Wangze Shengdi’s entire body and even devouring the black glutton behind him.

“Burp!”

Saint power entered his body, instantly transforming, and Xu Xiaoshou let out a satisfied burp.

Upon closer inspection, this power contained not only wind-attribute saint power, but also wicked god power, remnants of techniques, and lingering rhymes of Dao principles…

Too much!

This mouthful was too much!

Su Yin, who had been corrupted from the origin of techniques, the Ancestral Art God, actually lost a step to this newly emerged young man during a battle of techniques. This was marvelous!

But Xu Xiaoshou only made empty threats; he knew he couldn’t defeat the other party.

Once Su Yin’s technique was interrupted, the backlash hit him, and his soul-sucking method also broke down without attack.

Thus, he passed through the ghostly hand of the Gui Men Guan, and under the temporarily ceased “blood-sucking and soul-draining” method, he was able to pull back Cao Erzhu, whom he wanted to protect.

“Run!”

He didn’t even bother to look at the ashen-faced, silent Su Yin.

Xu Xiaoshou was not the type of good guy who would apologize after hitting someone. He grabbed Zhu Bao and took off running.

The true colors were revealed.

He wasn’t pretending anymore.

“Brother Dao, Uncle Yi, I’ll run first, you two cover my retreat!”

This was truly an outrageous reversal!

Even under the guise of Wangze Shengdi’s skin, at this moment, it was not difficult for anyone to discern the surging rage hidden beneath Su Yin’s calm exterior.

If Xu Xiaoshou had used other means to directly break his techniques and spiritual skills, Su Yin would have admitted his inferiority, and his expression would not have been so sinister.

With techniques all over his body, able to launch other counterattacks at will, Xu Xiaoshou wouldn’t have been able to escape!

But this fellow, clad in the “technique” skin, deliberately used another power system to disgust him. Su Yin felt humiliated.

His state of mind was completely disturbed.

“Younger generation, ignorant of respect and awe!”

He had intended to play with them slowly…

Now?

He had no interest!

Su Yin’s four large hands simultaneously rose.

The Xiangdao Qiang first struck the Wind Dao, gaining enlightenment and inspiration.

The Canglong Yinyue Tu then unfurled.

Not only did a profound formation diagram similar to a wind-attribute profound meaning swirl open beneath Su Yin’s feet, but all elements within the Divine Relic were dyed the azure color of wind.

“Wind!”

Whoosh, whoosh…

Extreme wind!

Extreme Dao!

The Baiye Yushan was hidden, no longer solely focused on control.

The Fengli Jing rustled its pages in his palm. Su Yin’s current intention was to use absolute violence to crush everyone present, to quell the shame and hatred in his heart.

“Wind Rising!”

Rumble…

Amidst deafening sounds.

The Divine Relic brought forth green light from its rootless source, and suddenly violent winds formed, raging across the land.

“Boom!”

A cluster of azure wind storms, centered on the Canglong Yinyue Tu beneath Su Yin, engulfed tens of thousands of miles to the left and right, extending into the spatial currents.

The storm, like a tornado, rose into the sky, reaching down to the first heaven and up through the thirty-third heaven.

“Not a single one will escape!”

But at the same time…

Dao Qiongcang and Shen Yi’s souls surged into Cao Erzhu’s body, seizing the Overlord’s Staff, and in one step, they flashed before Su Yin, charging into the center of the storm.

Dao Qiongcang: “Your opponent is me!”

Shen Yi: “Us.”

Boom!

As a deafening sound erupted behind him, Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but glance back from afar.

Within the storm that filled the entire sky, the shadow of the Overlord’s Staff overlapped repeatedly, engulfing everything.

It was as if one more glance would tear a person to pieces from a distance.

But the spiritual skills from the Fengli Jing in Wangze Shengdi’s hand were cast instantly, as if without cost.

“Aura Disintegration!”

“Shatter Scroll!”

“Warm Cloud!”

“Zou Xun!”

He walked under the azure wind, conjuring storms at will.

Wangze Shengdi seemed to have only now become the complete form of a wind-attribute Saint Emperor, moving with ease and grace, dodging the Overlord’s frontal attacks.

He knew the opponent’s strengths and his own temporary shortcomings.

At the same time, streaks of hand seals flew out as he moved.

Thus, within the world-destroying storm, wind walls formed, and then double wind walls converged on Dao Qiongyu.

Occasionally, warm winds intoxicated and confused the mind, suddenly escalating to a climax, followed by the sound of the Zou Xun song.

One after another, “wind-attribute forbidden curses” rained down, wantonly dazzling Cao Erzhu’s pitiful body.

Wangze Shengdi seemed to have transformed into a forbidden curse mage, relying on his powerful combat awareness, refusing to give the Overlord a chance to get close, and always keeping a distance.

As if limited by this slightly unseasoned body, the combination of Dao Qiongcang and Shen Yi, the two Ten Venerables, could only steadily retreat under this situation in a short period of time.

“Clang.”

Xu Xiaoshou took that extra glance.

He couldn’t possibly enter such a chaotic battle. He kicked apart the space of the Divine Relic, which was so fragile under the storm, and jumped into the spatial currents.

“Kill!!!”

Under the continuous nourishment of life force, Cao Erzhu’s soul body quickly recovered.

The moment he regained consciousness, he roared out this new realization he had gained from Xiao Shou-ge.

Kings, lords, generals, and ministers are made through killing!

He didn’t want to be a second-generation Ten Venerable, where when people talked about him, they would only say he was someone’s son.

He wanted to be a first-generation hero!

At that time, when people talked about Cao Yihan, they would only say:

“That drunkard? He was decent when he was young, but now, he’s just riding on the coattails of Thor Cao Erzhu!”

Kui Leihan, in the end, was just Han.

Cao Erzhu wanted to be the incredibly domineering “Thor.”

With such thoughts, as he revived, “Killing Erzhu” was already boiling with passion.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he couldn’t hear his own voice.

His spiritual sense explored, realizing that Xiao Shou-ge had taken him and escaped into the spatial currents.

How could this be!

Cao Erzhu anxiously transmitted: “Xiao Shou-ge, where are we going?”

“Going?” Xu Xiaoshou sneered, “Don’t make it sound so good, we’re escaping!”

Escaping… Erzhu was speechless, but quickly said: “But didn’t you just say that the seeds of kings, lords, generals, and ministers are only made through killing, not just shouting?”

He paused, feeling the broken space around him, and looking at the spatial fragments that flashed past, carrying images of the intense battlefield in the Divine Relic. Erzhu then added:

“I heard that circumstances create heroes…”

Now, it was clearly the best time to go back and fight!

Uncle Yi…

And that Palace Master Dao.

Although he didn’t like him, Cao Erzhu disliked the wicked god Su Yin and Wangze Shengdi even more.

They might not be able to win and needed help… even if he couldn’t help much… Cao Erzhu muttered in his heart.

Xu Xiaoshou, while running, trying to stay as far away from the center of the battle as possible, was astonished by Erzhu’s grand words, but only smiled and said:

“Indeed, circumstances create heroes.”

“But you also need to understand what circumstances truly are.”

“Right now, the enemy is strong and we are weak, and you are only a soul. If you rush forward to sacrifice yourself, what great deed can you accomplish other than showing reckless bravery?”

“When under someone else’s roof, how can you not bow your head? We give face, turn around and leave. This is not retreating; it’s called ‘tactical maneuver.’”

Maneuver… Cao Erzhu seemed to gain something, thinking that although his soul had escaped, his physical body was still in a bloody battle, constantly guiding the situation as the main body. He said with a hint of concern: “Then, are we going back?”

“Yes!” Xu Xiaoshou nodded affirmatively:

“The spatial currents of the Divine Relic do not lead to a known destination, and we cannot find the way back to the Sheng Shen Continent.”

“This is merely a temporary避风雨, a helpless act. We will fight our way back directly.”

“Wait! Wait for an opportunity!”

Cao Erzhu asked no more questions.

After all, if he asked, and it was explained, he might not understand the intricacies. He merely felt a renewed sense of emotion:

Xiao Shou-ge, what a clever person!

He understood both kings, lords, generals, and ministers, and tactical maneuvers.

If Mr. Li was the noble person in his life, pointing him towards a new direction when he was most lost, like an immortal guiding the way.

Then Xiao Shou-ge was the best teacher, the best companion. The subtle influence he received by being around him would be enough for him to benefit for life.

“I thought all spiritual refiners were bad women like Yu Zhiwen. What good fortune did I accumulate in my previous life to meet both Mr. Li and Xiao Shou-ge, these two good people, in such a short time.”

Oh, right!

Can Uncle Yi really hold on?

Does that Palace Master Dao have any tricks left to use?

Cao Erzhu’s heart was full of tangled thoughts, and he didn’t know what to ask: “Xiao Shou-ge…”

Xu Xiaoshou interrupted him telepathically: “When I play some dirty tactics, I generally don’t use my real name, as it harms my demeanor. You shouldn’t call me ‘Xiao Shou-ge’ either.”

Erzhu froze: “Then, what should I call you?”

“Whatever.”

Whatever?

A name was a very formal thing; how could it be “whatever”?

Cao Erzhu agonized for a long time, unable to say anything else, and could only say: “But, your name is Xu Xiaoshou…”

Xu Xiaoshou smiled without a word.

My Zhu Bao, you are still young and do not understand the dangers of the Jianghu.

It’s okay!

Even if your old man didn’t come, which was somewhat beyond the flamboyant old Dao’s expectations.

Soon, you will witness what true “dirty tricks” are.

Su Yin?

Compared to me, compared to the flamboyant old Dao, this fellow who has slept for too long is too pure.

Does he truly believe that after successfully taking over Rao Wangze, he will be invincible in the Divine Relic?

It’s time to give him some new-era shock!

After a period of silent lurking in the spatial currents, Xu Xiaoshou received a message from the flamboyant old Dao via the Lingxi Art:

“Don’t worry, I can still hold on… We’re almost depleted here. Do you have any good ideas to break the stalemate?”

After a brief moment of leisure, Xu Xiaoshou had indeed thought of a few methods, but he didn’t say them directly, only asked in return:

“Good ideas?”

Dao Qiongcang must have been very busy, with no time for pleasantries, and said abruptly:

“Xu Xiaoshou, I have thought of a method that can directly kill the Ancestral God, but it requires your… sword!”