The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 138
Golden symbols form arrays, and thunder is immortal. In the midst of the sky filled with lightning, heaven and earth seem to merge into one. The reformed monster doesn’t even have time to launch its sound attack before being swallowed by the thunder again.
Qing Li’s fair forehead unwittingly breaks into a layer of fine sweat.
The continuous consumption of massive spiritual power makes her feel somewhat overextended.
“Master, stop hiding. Are you going to watch your beloved disciple get bullied with your eyes open?”
Qing Li’s gaze is fixed on a certain dark spot.
Zhan Qinghe, who was hiding in the shadows, touched the tip of his nose and then stepped out.
His hands are in the pockets of his big cotton coat, his hair is messy, his beard is scruffy, and his eyes are surrounded by tired dark circles, making him look like a middle-aged internet addict who has spent over a month in an internet cafe. However, his straight back gives off an illusion of an inscrutable and peerless master.
Jin Chen had never seen Zhan Qinghe before, but was surprised to hear Qing Li call him master.
The crazy girl was already so powerful, so wouldn’t her human master be even more formidable?
For a moment, Jin Chen’s look towards Zhan Qinghe turned into one of awe.
However, Zhan Qinghe approached Qing Li, grinned widely, and said with a laugh, “Good disciple, in front of your master, how could I possibly stand by and watch you get bullied? So…”
Zhan Qinghe covered his eyes with his hands and continued in a hoarse voice, “I choose to close my eyes, then I can’t see anything.”
Jin Chen: (???)?
Qing Li’s expression remained unchanged. After all, she had been dependent on her master since she was young, and she knew his true character well.
He would definitely slack off and play tricks if not pushed.
Not wanting to listen to Zhan Qinghe’s babbling, Qing Li directly grabbed the collar of his cotton coat and threw him towards the direction of the monster.
A human parabola traced through the air…
“Ouch, damn, disrespecting the master and destroying the sect, such misfortune—”
Zhan Qinghe’s screams were incessant.
Qing Li hummed with a stern face, “I’m clearly eliminating the dregs of the sect.”
As the parabola landed steadily, Zhan Qinghe fell on a pile of rotten flesh, which, although charred outside and tender inside from the lightning, was still vigorously trying to reassemble on the ground.
“Yuck, that’s disgusting, this horror world really comes up with such nauseating stuff.”
Zhan Qinghe habitually took out a rag from his pocket to wipe the blood off his hands.
But the more he wiped, the worse it got. He sniffed and the overwhelmingly foul odor almost made him give up the ghost on the spot.
“Ugh, it’s this sock.”
He had almost forgotten that he stuffed this starched sock into his pocket, planning to return it to his beloved disciple.
Now, the sock was covered in monster blood, and its power was immensely amplified.
Perhaps the power was too overwhelming. The pieces of flesh around Zhan Qinghe, which were about to merge, fled elsewhere upon smelling this indescribable stench.
Such a dirty and smelly human was not worthy of merging with it.
Zhan Qinghe didn’t realize he had been scorned, but seeing the flesh pieces moving away, he understood something.
The monster was afraid of the smell!
In that case…
???
Zhan Qinghe’s lips curled up in a sinister, cunning, vile, and malicious smile. On his feet, he still wore a pair of socks that hadn’t been changed for over two years.
As the monster’s body was about to take form, Zhan Qinghe took off his shoes. The once white sports socks were now as black as the bottom of a pot, patched up roughly, yet still exposing a few toes.
And the moment he took off his shoes, the monster, which was about to take shape, let out an extremely miserable scream.
Heads twisted on the monster’s body, some even vomiting profusely.
“Playing a triumphal tune—”
“Where did this piece of shit come from, get lost—”
“Ah, it’s too smelly, I can’t take it—”
The heads on the monster’s body scrambled to control it, trying to flee.
Jin Chen, observing from a distance, heard the monster’s miserable and terrified screams, and his respect for Zhan Qinghe grew even more.
To drive a monster to this state…
Truly worthy of being the crazy girl’s master!
Seeing the flesh on the monster’s body start to melt, Zhan Qinghe’s mouth twisted into a grin: “Want to escape? That depends on whether I allow it!”
He pulled out a peach wood sword from his coat pocket, its blade covered with densely packed talisman papers.
Zhan Qinghe’s index and middle fingers pressed together, and as they swept over the blade, the talisman papers quickly burned, their black ashes eerily merging into the sword, turning it completely black.
“Great majestic dragon, where can the demon escape.”
Wielding the black peach wood sword, its black sword light emitted a terrifying killing intent, slicing the monster’s body into several sections.
This time, the monster’s body didn’t heal but instead grew into new forms, surrounding Zhan Qinghe.
The heads on the monster’s body spewed the most vicious curses, attempting to melt him with their abilities.
“You ugly and sloppy old thing, you don’t deserve to live in this world.”
“Look at you, just an old virgin, a stinky man who’s never been wanted by a woman in his life. Do you even deserve to live? Just go die!”
Each curse word clearly reached Zhan Qinghe’s ears, to which he coldly snorted: “Petty tricks, daring to show off in front of an expert.”
The black peach wood sword in his hand shone brightly, nearly blinding the eyes of those heads.
Zhan Qinghe swung his sword, and black flames suddenly ignited on its blade. The flames touched the monster’s body and instantly transformed into black dragons with gaping mouths, swallowing the monster whole.
The heads’ screams abruptly stopped…
Zhan Qinghe performed a flourish with his sword, placing the peach wood sword behind him. He looked up at the gloomy sky, standing in the vast breeding ground, seemingly a tiny speck in the vastness of time, exuding solitude and profundity.
Tears streaming down his face, he muttered to himself, “I have no woman in my heart, unsheathing my sword… looking around, my heart is lost.”
Was it his fault for being unwanted by women?
To be attacked in such a vile manner for being an old virgin.
A strong sense of grievance emanated from Zhan Qinghe, and the black peach wood sword emitted an even more terrifying killing intent.
The remaining monster clones, sensing danger, were about to flee, but then they saw Zhan Qinghe approaching with his sword…
“If you damned creatures have the ability to split, why not use it for good? If I could split infinitely like you, I would definitely create a woman’s body for myself…”
Just as Zhan Qinghe finished speaking, he froze.
Wait…
His body seemed to be a clone of the main body!
That meant he could use the cloning ability to create a woman’s body for himself.
But then…
This isn’t a good idea, is it?
Wouldn’t that be a bit too perverted?
As Zhan Qinghe was pondering this, the battered monster seized the opportunity to pounce on him.
“Die, stinky man—”
Voices of both men and women burst out with immense hatred.
Zhan Qinghe, still caught in his absurd thoughts, saw the monster reaching out with countless bloody hands towards him. He casually waved his hand, and a mysterious black vortex suddenly appeared in the air, sucking in all the monsters.
This was his most powerful move, but its only drawback was that it would drain all his spiritual energy after use.
However, to Jin Chen, watching the Number Seven Breeding Ground’s monster being effortlessly dealt with by Zhan Qinghe, his eyes grew even more wary, even believing that Zhan Qinghe’s strength could be comparable to the lord of the Gluttonous City.
All was silent except for Zhan Qinghe’s figure standing proudly against the sky.
Seeing him motionless, Qing Li spoke, “Master, stop showing off.”
Zhan Qinghe’s voice came faintly, “Come here and help me, I’m out of strength.”
Jin Chen: d(????)