Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 174: A Gamble Worth Risking Life For

Wen Ran stood in hiding, his eyes locked onto the lifeless body of the crane, a formidable beast of the Nascent Soul level, now crumpled before his eyes in the distance. His heart twisted with a bitter ache, not out of sympathy for the fallen creature, but because its spiritual energy slipped away. What a waste... he thought to himself, his mind lingering on the untapped power. He could feel the hunger building within him, the need to absorb that energy—a hunger that had slowly begun to consume him. It had become a thirst that only killing could satisfy. But there was a rule to it: the energy must be claimed by his own blade.

The thought gnawed at him. His eyes flickered with an idea—one that grew brighter by the second. If this battle escalates,he mused, there might be a chance to slip in a finishing blow before the others fall. If I time it right, I could absorb the spiritual energy of a dozen Nascent Soul beasts in one fell swoop. That might push me dangerously close to the Spirit Pagoda stage, or maybe even propel me beyond it… The thought stirred something in his chest, an excitement that was both thrilling and dangerous. But as tempting as it was, Wen Ran's mind quickly sharpened. Better to compress that energy, consolidate it, and fortify my foundation. A solid base is more important than rushing to higher stages.

His fingers moved of their own accord, nimble and precise, shaping the spiritual energy that coursed through his veins, his hands weaving the energy into thin, lethal shards of small ice needles. These would be his tools, the silent killers that would strike from the shadows. But he had to be careful. The sudden absorption of such intense spiritual energy could draw the wrong kind of attention. But Wen Ran had already made his decision. It's a gamble I'm willing to take, he thought, his heart steeled.

He knew the risks, though. This path will not come without consequences. It will come back to haunt me, as it always does. Karma is a force of nature, an unstoppable tide. No one can defy the heavens' will without paying the price. But I will still walk this path, Wen Ran's resolve deepened, his eyes burning with a relentless ambition. The world could be cruel, but it was also full of opportunities, ones he would not let slip through his grasp.

With his fingers still moving with practiced ease, the ice needles took form, ready to strike. He looked around, feeling the shifting energy of the battlefield, knowing that every moment now was a step closer to the chaos that would follow. His gamble was set. Now, all he had to do was wait for the perfect moment to strike.

Several more beasts stirred, their eyes narrowing as they noticed the white tiger's betrayal, the crack in the alliance becoming undeniable. Among them, a panda—fat, sluggish, and seemingly uninterested in the battle—finally snapped. It had been chewing lazily on bamboo, its attention focused solely on its meal, until the sight of its closest ally being torn apart before its very eyes ignited a fury deep within it.

The panda's body rippled with a surge of power. White and black energy swirled around it, mixing and twisting in a chaotic blend, coiling at its feet to form a small array—a deadly combination of life and death energies that emanated with an aura of overwhelming force. The ground trembled beneath its feet as it shot upward, its massive form bouncing with each shift, its fat jiggling in a grotesque, yet domineering display of raw strength. The panda let out a roar that shook the air itself.

From its mouth, the bamboo shot forward like a massive dart, spiraling with terrifying speed. It tore through the air, its trajectory aimed directly at the white tiger, threatening to pierce its heart and snuff out its life. The force of the bamboo's speed was such that it seemed to have the weight of death behind it. Yet the tiger, unfazed, simply snorted with disdain. A low, guttural growl escaped its throat, a warning that the panda should know its place before daring to challenge it.

With a single swipe of its massive paw, the tiger's energy erupted in a black-hued surge, a burst of power that radiated like the very depths of darkness. It smashed into the bamboo, sending it spiraling away with a force that sent shockwaves rippling through the air. The bamboo flew with even greater power now, hurtling straight toward the place where Wen Ran and Xiao Mo were hiding.

Wen Ran's instincts kicked in. He darted to the side, barely avoiding the impact as the massive rock near them exploded in a violent burst of rubble and dust. The earth shook beneath him, the air thick with the aftermath of the devastating strike.

"Just you wait, I'll skin you alive and sell your fur to be used in the brothel!" Wen Ran muttered under his breath, a curse escaping his lips as his heart raced with adrenaline. His words were venomous, but the urgency in his voice was unmistakable.

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Xiao Mo, startled by his outburst, turned her head in confusion. What is a brothel? she wondered, her small form still quivering in his arms. But despite her confusion, there was a flicker of warmth in her chest. She was aware, even in the chaos, that Wen Ran had protected her in the heat of the moment. She felt secure, even if the world around them seemed to crumble.

The white tiger's gaze flicked toward the direction where Wen Ran hid, its eyes gleaming with a predatory intent. As if it had heard his curses, a low, throaty laugh rumbled from deep within its chest. The sound was like gravel grinding underfoot, raw and terrifying. The tiger's eyes narrowed, as though savoring the moment. It knew exactly who Wen Ran was—and it hadn't forgotten the intrusion, the audacity of a mere mortal daring to challenge its dominance.

With a casual flick of its tail, the white tiger's lip curled in disdain. It seemed to say, without a word, that it would deal with him later, when the time was right. To the tiger, Wen Ran was nothing more than a bug, insignificant and unworthy of more than a passing thought. After all, he was no match for an overlord of such power, a creature whose very presence made the world tremble.