Chapter 183: Hundred Ghosts Night Walk · Fire of Sin and Karma

"Alright, move aside, I'm going to save someone." Tang Luo said? A hundred ghosts night march, excellent, a great deal of merit power laid out before him.

Fate.

"Master Xuanzang, why do you think I appeared here?" Li Suifeng said with a smile.

"If you want to die, just say so." Tang Luo said.

The sitting Heavenly Dog directly swept out with one paw.

Li Suifeng's body had no weight, as if he were a paper doll, drifting backward just in time to dodge the Heavenly Dog's claw.

"Go find An'an and the others." Tang Luo rubbed the Heavenly Dog's head, then jumped down from her.

The Heavenly Dog bared its sharp teeth at Li Suifeng, leapt up, its massive body unfolding as it passed over Li Suifeng, then ran with elegant grace toward the city below the mountain.

Li Suifeng did not block, nor did he have the extra energy to block the Heavenly Dog; he simply watched Tang Luo.

"I remember, you are a fate-holder?" Tang Luo asked.

"Yes." Li Suifeng nodded in acknowledgment, slowly drawing the samurai sword at his waist.

The blade was not the sharp, keen edge imagined, capable of reflecting a cold light.

On the contrary, it was covered in filthy bloodstains, washed by time, turned black, nearly blending into the blade itself.

"... This sword is named Tongzi Qie An Gang." Li Suifeng held the samurai sword horizontally before him, one hand gripping it, the other slowly tracing the blade, "Once, it severed the head of the great demon Shuten Doji."

"Why are you suddenly introducing the sword?" Tang Luo said, "Is this equipment?"

"No."

Li Suifeng shook his head and laughed, "Back then, people didn't know Shuten Doji wasn't actually dead—his indestructible evil spirit resided within this sword."

As he spoke, Li Suifeng's body began to rapidly swell.

A pair of sharp horns sprouted from his forehead, his hair turned crimson red, like dancing flames, his face became ferocious, a pair of fangs exposed.

He looked as if wearing a demon's mask.

The Tongzi Qie An Gang in his hand began to deform, directly turning into a massive black staff, like a spiked club.

As Li Suifeng transformed into Shuten Doji, the ground beneath him caved in, his aura spreading outward, a fierce wind blasted toward him.

"Master Xuanzang, please instruct!"

Standing five meters tall, his massive frame loomed over Tang Luo, speaking with refined words, yet in truth emitting a demon's roar!

His other hand clenched into a fist, descending upon Tang Luo like Mount Tai pressing down.

Tang Luo did not dodge or evade, his right hand swinging upward in a backhand strike, the back of his hand slamming into the huge fist.

At the moment of contact, Li Suifeng's "Shuten Transformation" left fist turned into a spray of flying blood mist, the entire arm and fist together dissolving into "nothingness."

"Ah!"

The immense pain brought a horrific cry; losing an arm did not make Li Suifeng retreat.

The intense pain instead elevated his power by another level.

The spiked club swept horizontally toward Tang Luo, kicking up a storm of smoke and dust.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar, the ground trembled and sank, vast amounts of dirt and smoke filling the midair.

Tang Luo pressed his left hand onto the spiked club, forcing it down onto the ground beside him, then raised his hand and slapped.

A palm strike slammed into Li Suifeng's massive body.

His flesh and bones, under the palm's force, turned to powder, leaving only two half-legs still standing, not vanished.

One arm still gripped the transformed Tongzi Qie An Gang, now a spiked club, refusing to let go, falling to the ground.

The "standing" two legs soon turned into a wisp of black smoke.

At the break of the arm gripping the spiked club, flesh continuously regenerated, soon forming an incomplete, vaguely visible body.

"Is this club the true form?" Tang Luo glanced at the spiked club beside him, then kicked it with his foot.

The sturdy spiked club snapped instantly into two pieces.

As Li Suifeng's newly regenerated face flickered with fear and rage, he drew his samurai sword and shouted, "No!"

The reborn body turned into a pile of ash falling to the ground, accumulating, while a light sphere floated in midair.

Fate fragment!

Tang Luo walked over, reached out, grabbed the fate fragment, glanced at it, then tossed it into his mouth like a candy bean and swallowed it directly.

Before he could even feel the healing effect of the fate fragment.

The broken spiked club behind him shattered with a boom, turning into sword fragments, while simultaneously, the illusory ferocious demon within flew out, roaring as it charged toward Tang Luo, about to seize the magpie's nest!

"Is the counter here?" Tang Luo slightly turned his body.

At the moment Shuten Doji's evil spirit was about to possess him, suddenly a gorgeous flame appeared in between.

In an instant, it spread across his entire body, turning him into a massive ball of burning fire; the sudden change made Tang Luo's face flash with surprise.

The flames engulfed his body, turning Tang Luo and the surrounding area into a disaster zone.

The soil beneath his feet turned scorched black, then became lifeless gray ash.

As for those plants, the moment the fire appeared, they rapidly withered, turning into "dead" dry twigs, brittle at a touch.

"This is..." Tang Luo staggered a few steps.

He covered his face with his hand, hearing countless vengeful spirits wailing in his ears, the anger and hostility in his heart rising bit by bit.

His clothes, including his phone and the Buddhist beads made for him by the Martial God Legend, all turned to ash under the magnificent flames.

That white hair vanished in the fire, returning to a bald-headed elder.

Only the stored equipment remained, along with the "Poison-Proof" Merit Jade Lotus.

Tang Luo now looked as if he had returned to the state when he first emerged from the "earth"—truly bare-ass naked.

The flames around him and on his body gradually faded out.

Tang Luo lowered his head, bowing slightly, his left hand pressed over his left eye; the breath he exhaled was like a white sharp sword, nearly touching the ground before slowly dissipating.

Lowering his left hand, a magnificent flame was burning in Tang Luo's eyes.

As it leaped, it faintly formed the roaring faces of vengeful spirits.

The flame burned, casting half of Tang Luo's face in alternating light and shadow, exuding a grim, cold aura.

"Karmic Fire." He murmured, Tang Luo straightened up again, looking toward the city, "Someone's stirring up trouble."

The Merit Jade Lotus emitted light, weaving a white monk's kasaya robe on his body.

Letting the flame continue to leap in his eyes, Tang Luo strode toward the city; when his bare feet left the ground, a flash of fire still flickered, leaving charred footprints.

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"Damn it, what kind of weird mission is this!"

In the city, a tall man smashed his fist into the huge head before him; he wore a white trench coat that kept flapping with his movements yet never fell off.

The giant head flew backward, crashing into the building behind, and fell silent.

But the man did not feel happy for knocking away this head; instead he cursed and grumbled.

Around him, more than ten huge heads, each about two meters tall, were floating.

Flying Head Barbarians!

"Indeed strange." Beside the trench coat man was an ordinary, petite woman, wearing exaggerated high heels that barely brought her height to the man's chest.

She held one hand before her chest, lightly flicking her fingers.

Several mutilated corpses, following her finger movements, continuously attacked those Flying Head Barbarians.

Both had suddenly received a new mission and entered the Gods and Demons Walk; this mission's preparation time was not the usual one day, but one hour.

After one hour, they entered this mission world to complete the mission named "Jointly End the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade."

Not long after entering, they encountered the "Hundred Ghosts" attack.

With the two's tyrannical strength, they would not fall into danger, yet they complained incessantly about this mission.

"How long has it been since you did a mission, Nan?" The petite woman asked.

"Almost a year. You, Chiyo?" The tall man called Nan said.

"10 months." Chiyo said.

From their forms of address and some impressions, they did not seem to be Gods and Demons Walkers from the Huaxia region, but more like people from Sakura Island.

While speaking, Chiyo suddenly flung her hand; the several corpses attracting the Flying Head Barbarians suddenly launched a suicide attack, charging at the Flying Head Barbarians pursuing behind them.

The Flying Head Barbarians opened their mouths, biting onto those corpses in one go.

Before they could chew and swallow, fire burst from the corpses, exploding directly.

The tremendous power made those Flying Head Barbarians fall to the ground, their mutilated "bodies" swayed twice, and soon lost all movement.

Nan glanced at Chiyo, lightly exhaling a breath.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly burst open, his figure vanished in an instant, and the remaining Flying Head Barbarians exploded one after another, remains falling to the ground.

Nan's vanished figure only then reappeared on the other side, shaking off some bloodstains from his hand; not a trace of blood stained his white trench coat.

"What's this, competing with me?" Chiyo looked at Nan and asked.

Why do men always have such a strong competitive drive?

"No." Nan said in a low voice, "I just want to find the source early and end this mission; with a Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, there's always a source, right?"

"Not necessarily." Chiyo giggled, "It might be that we have to completely exterminate the 'Hundred Ghosts.'"

"Do you think that's possible?" Nan said.

Even though they are indeed strong, completely exterminating all the Hundred Ghosts of the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade is also an impossible task.

Risking their lives might not even accomplish it.

The mission requirement is only to "end" it, not to have them completely exterminate the Hundred Ghosts.

The source! In this city, there must be a source.

"That's—!"

Suddenly, Chiyo cried out in alarm; Nan looked toward where she pointed.

They saw a colossal beast seemingly burning with black flames all over, with red pupils, vaulting over the not-tall buildings, passing through in an elegant posture.

Its tail dragged behind, as if leaving a vanishing afterimage in the dim midair.

On the giant beast's head sat a white-clothed person.

In a startling glimpse, Nan saw the white-clothed person's bald head, half a face faintly visible in the shadows, and eyes leaping with flame.

In an instant, Nan seemed to see countless vengeful spirits roaring miserably!

As if sensing Nan and Chiyo, the white-clothed monk turned his head, sweeping a glance over the two.

The mount beneath him did not stop, continuing forward, and soon disappeared from the two's sight.

Only after the figure vanished did Chiyo sharply exhale a breath and say: "I think you're right, there should be a source."

That one glance just now made Chiyo feel as if she were in hell, her whole body filled with scorching flames, mad ghost howls.

Just a single glance made Chiyo seem to return to the time when she had just entered the Gods and Demons Game, incomparably weak, struggling to survive.