The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 870 - 479: The Opportunist
This person stood up, intending to act as a human bomb to ensure Qing Ji’s safe retreat? She frowned.
Unexpectedly, the person pulled a straw man from their bosom at lightning speed. It was rudely crafted, yet distinctly had arms, legs, and a head, with a red paper strip on the forehead that clearly had the words "Ning Xiaoxian" written in ancient text! She shivered inexplicably, indeed seeing the person mutter a few words, then pulled out a three-inch Silver Needle, stabbing it into the straw man’s chest!
Immediately, an indescribable pain exploded from the wound on her chest. Even with her strong will, she couldn’t help but shrink her body, her speed faltered, and she groaned in pain. Changtian shouted angrily, "Witch Evil Skill! Grab that doll over there, do not harm it!"
Gritting her teeth, she suddenly flicked something from her sleeve, aiming it at the person’s face. Ning Xiaoxian’s strength was astonishing now, and the thing was thrown with a terrifying speed, hurling towards the opponent with a whooshing wind sound. The person was about to stab a second needle but saw what she threw was a gleaming silver ball, not knowing what mechanisms lay inside it, and wisely avoided intercepting it, only shifting aside to let it pass.
But as the thing neared the person’s face, it transformed abruptly, elongating from a round sphere, taking on a defined shape. The person’s pupils dilated sharply because the silver ball had turned into a humanoid form, holding a thin sword like a sharp spike, thrusting straight at his eyes. In just a second, his eyeballs would be wrecked. Such a peculiar demon, this was his first encounter.
His reaction was quick too; he lifted his hand immediately, using the doll to shield in front of his eyes. If the thin spike continued its thrust, it would pierce the doll first, and then the one suffering would be Ning Xiaoxian.
The silver ball attacking this person was Faceless, the liquid gold monster who once sneaked an attack on Elder He before joining after falling into the God Demon Prison. His original owner was Jiu Mo, and now even Jiu Mo had pledged loyalty to Ning Xiaoxian; naturally, he spoke nothing of death over surrender. This guy was an expert in assassination, melee, and rescue, convenient for carrying along, one of the smallest Hidden Guards Ning Xiaoxian brought this time.
Faceless, having received Changtian’s command, dared not damage the straw man. However, he was experienced in combat, and with a slight tremor of the wrist, the thin spike redirected its aim, changing from a thrust to a strike, hitting under the straw man’s ribs. His longsword resembled a Western sword on Earth, sharp at the tip, convenient for stabbing and piercing, but the blade was round, not causing harm.
The force of the strike was skillfully applied, well-measured. After all, the person was just a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, feeling a surge of Giant Strength in his hand, the straw man seemed to become a slippery fish, slipping from his grip surprisingly. Ning Xiaoxian just arrived, reached out and grabbed the thing into her hand, easing her mind.
The person dropped the straw man, his face changed, tearing off half of his clothing to reveal his right chest.
Self-tearing clothes, what kind of move was this? Ning Xiaoxian frowned, suppressing the urge to turn and look elsewhere. Having seen so many well-figured men’s bodies, even compared to Tu Jin, Qi Zai, or Tantai Yi whom she saw in the Water Moon Mirror, his build was nothing. He couldn’t even match a tenth of her family’s Changtian, yet he dared to show off so shamelessly in front of her. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
However, this guy didn’t tear his clothes just to show off his body during the battle. On the right side of his chest was tattooed a descending fierce tiger, its color blood-red, especially its eyes gleaming with life, as if it were alive. He muttered a few words, the syllables peculiar and incomprehensible. Changtian simultaneously translated, "It’s Ancient Barbarian Language, meaning between reality and illusion, Netherworld, obey my command, and so on."
At the end of those brief syllables, the fierce tiger tattoo on him suddenly moved, automatically separating from his skin, and when it landed on the ground, it had already turned into a gigantic fierce tiger with flesh and fangs, blood mist enveloping its body, ready to devour.
What kind of Divine Skill is this? Ning Xiaoxian curled her lips in slight disdain. No matter how vividly drawn or imposing, how could it compare to the many living formidable tiger demons in the Hidden Stream? How could she fancy such a drawn tiger? But when that tiger lunged towards her, her face truly changed.
