Chapter 771: Extra Chapter 4: 8

However, Xu Chun also wasn't flustered; this move, after all, could only be considered a minor test.

He could dominate Suedi with one hand; it wasn't just a simple trick to scare people.

But he also understood that these few waves of people ahead were not easy to deal with, and he didn't have much time to waste on them.

Xu Chun quickly shoved his right index finger into his mouth, bit hard, blood seeped out, and the bloody finger swiftly drew on his left palm.

His movements were fast; everything was completed in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, he turned his left palm upward and muttered an incantation.

Xiao Jiu saw that the tortoiseshell mark on Xu Chun's back kept flashing, and Merit Light gathered in his left palm.

At the same time, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in midair; a huge golden tortoiseshell-shaped spell formation rapidly formed, with the potential to block out the sky and sun.

More than three hundred years ago, the old turtle already had the posture of ascension; seeing Xu Chun now use the old turtle's merit power to set up such a powerful formation, Xiao Jiu directly felt how high the old turtle's cultivation had been.

It was far higher than she had imagined.

Although turtles are long-lived, accumulating so much merit and cultivating such profound cultivation cannot be achieved overnight.

And Xu Chun shamelessly stole the fruits of others' arduous cultivation—utterly unforgivable.

However, since Xu Chun dared to expose his back to Xiao Jiu, it shows he isn't afraid of her attacking his back.

Xiao Jiu also understood that the key to breaking that midair tortoiseshell grand formation lay on Xu Chun's back.

The problem is, Xu Chun is borrowing the old turtle's merit power.

Directly attacking Xu Chun's back would only cause a backlash on the old turtle.

The old turtle is on its last breath.

It can still cling to its last breath, thanks to Liu Junyan helping it withstand the heavenly tribulation.

Once the old turtle suffers a backlash, Liu Junyan will also be affected.

Xu Chun was certain Xiao Jiu had reservations and wouldn't dare lightly attack his back, so he boldly unleashed this move.

As the tortoiseshell formation in midair was about to take shape, Xiao Jiu raised her hand, flicked her fingertip, and a spark of Nirvana fire shot toward Xu Chun's occiput.

Xu Chun instantly felt a scorch on the back of his head.

That burn was hotter than boiling water.

The flame tongue, as if alive, ignited the hair on the back of his head; the next moment it seemed to drill into his skull, leaving him unable to focus at all.

Xu Chun only felt as if his entire head had been set ablaze.

No! It wasn't just ignited; it felt as if the flame tongue were about to swallow him whole.

The next instant, Xu Chun felt both his lower legs turn cold.

That chill was comparable to jumping into an ice hole during the coldest days of winter, piercing skin and flesh, penetrating deep into the marrow, straight to the soul.

Xiao Jiu glanced at the Soul-guiding Lamp hanging in midair and gave a thumbs-up to several ghost faces.

Since she couldn't break the formation directly, she thought of another approach—an indirect solution.

Xiao Jiu didn't believe it: Xu Chun's upper body seemed about to burn, while his lower body felt frozen; amid this ice-and-fire ordeal, could he still maintain his resolve and continue the ritual?

Then she would respect him as a true man.

Unfortunately, Xu Chun let her down.

His spoken incantation came and went, and the tortoiseshell formation in midair began to flicker; evidently, Xu Chun couldn't withstand Xiao Jiu's attack.

One might ask oneself, how many people in this world could endure the combined assault of Nirvana fire and netherworld fire?

Most likely, most people would go through life without ever even seeing these two kinds of existence.

Xiao Jiu couldn't help thinking that Xu Chun had gotten off easy.

In less than five minutes, Xu Chun could no longer bear it.

He could only hastily form seals.

The tortoiseshell formation collapsed in disarray; Li Qingying waved her hand, and a water dragon leapt from the Zhu Pan River, colliding with the formation above her head.

After a tremor that shook earth and mountain, the tortoiseshell formation shattered.

The water dragon returned to its ordinary flow and swiftly retreated back into the Zhu Pan River.

A piercing shriek tore through the night.

Xu Chun crashed to the ground.

He wanted to move, but his legs felt as if frozen solid, unable to budge an inch.

Even if he tried to channel his qi to strike, it had no effect; instead, sharp pain shot through his legs, making him grit his teeth and shiver uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, his head burned hot, as if it were about to explode.

He thrust both hands into the remaining front half of his hair, but it was like scratching an itch through a boot—he couldn't reach the hottest, most painful spot.

His fingers kept digging into his scalp, exerting constant force.

He is, after all, a being of profound cultivation; although he had just suffered successive backlashes, he still possessed far more strength than an ordinary person.

Yet at this moment, that very strength became Xu Chun's death warrant.

Xiao Jiu only heard a crack, like the sound of bones breaking.

"What the hell just happened?"

Hui Moqiong also heard it; he stared in disbelief at Xu Chun, who was still frantically digging into his own head, seeing blood mixed with some unknown fluid streaming down from his head, covering his face and head.

Hui Moqiong was dazed.

He suddenly realized that he had come tonight full of vigor, thinking that Seventh Lord was absent, and he ought to properly protect Li Qingying and Xiao Jiu so Seventh Lord wouldn't worry.

But now… he seemed to have no effect at all.

He simply didn't get a chance to act!

These two women—one more capable than the other, one more ruthless in her strikes than the other.

Poor Xu Chun—why did you come looking for trouble with them for no reason?

Xu Chun also didn't expect things to develop to this extent.

He clearly realized the seriousness of the situation and was ready to unleash a big move right away, but… but why… everything is beyond his control?

This feeling of helplessness is very deadly.

But even more deadly is that he clearly realizes he is killing himself!

Yes, he can't control himself.

His skull has already been crushed by his two hands, but his fingers are still digging deeper.

He feels awful, so awful.

Actually, Xiao Jiu didn't exert her full strength.

The Nirvana Fire and Netherworld Fire she unleashed were only a tiny bit, and they quickly went out.

Otherwise, could Xu Chun's mortal body withstand a few burns?

What truly enslaves Xu Chun is his spirit.

That ice-and-fire double-layered impact made him lose his rationality, even produce hallucinations, infinitely magnifying the bodily pain to the point where he himself could no longer control it.

Xu Chun collapsed on the ground, twitching nonstop.

His eyes widened, the corners about to split, his eye sockets filled with bloodshot lines.

Xiao Jiu walked out from the counter, step by step to Xu Chun's side, with a rip she tore apart the clothes on his back, revealing his back.

"Holy shit, so disgusting!"

Hui Moqiong swore again.

It's not his fault, because Xu Chun's entire back is exactly like the old turtle's back that Xiao Jiu saw in the Yin Dang Hang.

No, after Xu Chun suffered successive backlashes, his back became a blur of blood and flesh, with rotting flesh turned outward, emitting a strong foul stench, ten times more hideous and disgusting than the back of the old turtle covered in scars…