Chapter 122: Killing a Third-grade Intermediate Martial Artist

"This... how is this possible?" Wang Zhanbiao looked at the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat that had suddenly turned on him in disbelief. From the large hole in his chest, fresh blood gushed out, and even the internal organs and intestines inside his body flowed out along with it; it was a ghastly sight.

"I'm going to die... I'm not reconciled..." Wang Zhanbiao felt that as the blood flowed out, he was becoming weaker and weaker. The Big Iron Hammer he had originally lifted with ease was becoming heavier and heavier, and he could no longer lift it.

"Ah! I want you to die with me!" Wang Zhanbiao let out a roar. Before his consciousness faded, he gathered all the True Qi inside his body, Condensing Qi into Steel. With his body shrouded in the glittering golden Divine Bell Cover, he opened his arms and lunged toward Meng Yifan.

"Damn, a Third-grade Intermediate Martial Artist is too overpowered. His heart has been gouged out, and he can still fight." Meng Yifan was shocked; the distance between him and Wang Zhanbiao was too close.

Seeing Wang Zhanbiao wanting to make a desperate final strike, Meng Yifan wanted to dodge, but that Divine Bell Cover was condensed from steel energy and could leave the body. Wang Zhanbiao's heart had been gouged out, and he was already certain to die, so in his final moments, he had no intention of using the Divine Bell Cover to protect himself, thinking only of dragging Meng Yifan down as a cushion before he died.

"Hum!" As Wang Zhanbiao extended his hands forward, the Divine Bell Cover also pushed forward, instantly shrouding the area where Meng Yifan was.

"Holy crap! It can do that too." Meng Yifan wanted to retreat, but the Divine Bell Cover blocked his path. To leave this area, he had to break this layer of the Divine Bell Cover.

Seeing the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat suddenly gouge out Wang Zhanbiao's heart, Zhang Chao was so angry he gnashed his teeth. Gripping his Artifact Shield, he charged over as fast as Thunder, swearing to hack Meng Yifan into ten thousand pieces to accompany Wang Zhanbiao in death.

"Oh no!" Meng Yifan's expression changed drastically. Inside the Divine Bell Cover, he used the Ghost Head Blade to hack at the Divine Bell Cover repeatedly, causing it to constantly twist and deform.

But this Divine Bell Cover was extremely tough; where it was struck and deformed, Wang Zhanbiao could mobilize steel energy from other parts to repair it. Unless Wang Zhanbiao's final True Qi was exhausted, or Meng Yifan instantly erupted with combat power exceeding that of a Third-grade Intermediate Martial Artist, it would be impossible to break this seemingly intangible Divine Bell Cover in a short time.

Zhang Chao was charging over rapidly. Meng Yifan had to break the Divine Bell Cover during the time it took for Zhang Chao to charge over, otherwise, once Zhang Chao arrived, he would be like prey trapped in a cage, left to be slaughtered.

"Shuke, hurry up and attack Wang Zhanbiao!" Meng Yifan roared anxiously.

Shuke's claws clenched fiercely, and Wang Zhanbiao's large, still-beating heart was directly crushed with a 'pop'.

Shuke extended its sharp claws forward, reaching directly into Wang Zhanbiao's chest, and quickly churned Wang Zhanbiao's internal organs into a mess of tatters.

"Ah!" With his vital organs being torn apart continuously, Wang Zhanbiao trembled all over from the pain, letting out a shrill, miserable scream.

Yet, even while enduring torture more painful than Lingchi, he still desperately mobilized the remaining True Qi in his body, doing his utmost to maintain the Divine Bell Cover, keeping Meng Yifan firmly trapped inside.

Wang Zhanbiao had already seen Zhang Chao charging over rapidly. As long as he could see Meng Yifan die, no matter how much pain he endured, it was worth it.

A Third Grade Martial Artist's speed was extremely fast. Seeing that Zhang Chao was about to arrive, that damn Divine Bell Cover was still unbreakable, which made Meng Yifan anxious too.

"I can only use this move." Meng Yifan mobilized his True Qi, channeling it into the Ghost Head Blade he was holding, and then pointed it forward at Wang Zhanbiao.

"Hum! Hum! Woo... woo..." The Ghost Head Blade vibrated violently, emitting the sound of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling, attempting to affect Wang Zhanbiao's mind.

However, he hadn't expected that this Divine Bell Cover, condensed from steel energy, actually had the effect of isolating sound waves. The sound wave attack Meng Yifan launched, after passing through the Divine Bell Cover, had a negligible effect on Wang Zhanbiao, barely playing any role at all.

Wang Zhanbiao, already disemboweled, smiled hideously: "It's useless, stop struggling, die with me."

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan gripped the Ghost Head Blade and thrust it forward. The tip of the Ghost Head Blade pushed a bulge out on the Divine Bell Cover, and then, like piercing a truck tire, the tip of the Ghost Head Blade finally pierced through the Divine Bell Cover, leaking out a blade tip.

Wang Zhanbiao was at the end of his rope at this moment. Although he still wanted to mobilize steel energy from other parts of the Divine Bell Cover to repair this bulge and seal the Ghost Head Blade back inside the Divine Bell Cover.

However, his body had already been bitten full of holes by Shuke, and the True Qi within his body had dissipated significantly along with it. Although he tried his best, he could only manage to prevent the entire Ghost Head Blade from extending out.

"Go to hell!" Meng Yifan roared. From the tip of the Ghost Head Blade, a pitch-black light suddenly erupted. The soul of Zhang Butou rushed out of the Ghost Head Blade, accompanied by gusts of yin wind and the sound of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling, and charged into Wang Zhanbiao's body.

"What kind of ghost thing is this again?" Wang Zhanbiao felt a cold energy body enter his body, and then it charged toward his mind.

Within Wang Zhanbiao's Consciousness Sea, his Divine Soul entity floated in this mysterious place. Because of the weakness of his body, his Divine Soul also appeared very weak, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

Suddenly, the soul of Zhang Butou appeared within Wang Zhanbiao's Consciousness Sea. He looked at Wang Zhanbiao's Divine Soul in the center with some confusion, then gave a bitter smile and rushed up to tear at Wang Zhanbiao's Divine Soul.

The Ghost Head Blade was a very special Dharma Artifact. It could absorb souls and, within a special space, transform the souls, making them like servants that could obey the master's orders and fight for the master.

The soul of Zhang Butou and the Divine Soul of Wang Zhanbiao were fighting desperately within the Consciousness Sea, which also resulted in Wang Zhanbiao being unable to continue controlling the Divine Bell Cover.

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan shouted loudly, his muscles knotted, erupting with all his strength. Not only that, he also mobilized True Qi, condensing it onto the Ghost Head Blade. His physical strength and True Qi amplification combined, and he gripped the Ghost Head Blade and slashed forward fiercely.

"Puchi!" A one-meter-long gash was slashed directly into the Divine Bell Cover. The condensed steel energy, lacking Wang Zhanbiao's control, dissipated directly into the air.

Meng Yifan swung the Ghost Head Blade, slashing at Wang Zhanbiao's neck, and chopped Wang Zhanbiao's head off.

Before Wang Zhanbiao died, he looked at Meng Yifan with great regret; failing to drag Meng Yifan to his death made him very disappointed.

Meng Yifan flicked the Ghost Head Blade, and the soul of Zhang Butou crawled out from Wang Zhanbiao's body. In this soul battle, Zhang Butou had devoured a lot of Wang Zhanbiao's Divine Soul Origin. The originally illusory soul became more solid. He cupped his hands, bowed to Meng Yifan, and then returned to the special space of the Ghost Head Blade.