Devouring Soul Emperor Chapter 77: Bloodless Headshot

'Looks like I can't avoid this after all...'

Chu Qingyun sighed softly. He took out a handful of Top-Grade Primordial Stones from his Storage Ring, crushed them, and channeled the Primordial Power into the Puppet.

"Take this, kid!"

Qian Sanpang let out a strange cry and viciously whipped toward Chu Qingyun.

Chu Qingyun was busy suppressing the Fire Poison and didn't want to fight him, so he controlled the Puppet to block the attack, making it reach out to grab the long golden whip.

Unexpectedly, Qian Sanpang suddenly flicked his wrist, his figure flashing as he attacked Chu Qingyun from another direction.

Chu Qingyun, in turn, controlled the Puppet, changing its direction to block him again.

However, a Puppet was a Puppet, after all. While its strength was imnse, agility was its greatest weakness.

In a straight line, the Puppet's speed was on par with an average seventh-level Martial Artist.

But changing direction—that was its biggest flaw.

Qian Sanpang was clearly aware of this weakness.

So, he cunningly leaped about, his long whip striking from left and right, toying with the Puppet like a cat playing with a mouse.

'Now!'

Qian Sanpang suddenly found an opening. With a flick of his long whip, which produced a piercing shriek as it cut through the air, he lashed out viciously at Chu Qingyun.

This ti, it was impossible for the Puppet to block his whip.

'Damn it!'

Chu Qingyun cursed inwardly and had no choice but to leap up from the ground. "Sword Drawing Technique!"

A swift sword strike split Qian Sanpang's whip attack.

However, Chu Qingyun's expression suddenly turned ugly.

The mont he made his move, he lost control of the Fire Poison within him. The sensation of his ridians being incinerated by scorching flas was enough to drive him mad with pain.

"Heh heh, the feeling of Fire Poison burning through your body isn't pleasant, is it? Just tell the whereabouts of the Vermilion Bird, and I'll let you go. What do you say?" Qian Sanpang sneered.

'The Vermilion Bird again!'

'I don't know any Vermilion Bird!'

Chu Qingyun was about to explode with rage. The Fire Poison, anger, and pain continuously assaulted his sanity.

"Qian Sanpang, you're going to die today!"

"Gale Sword!"

In his fury, Chu Qingyun unleashed his strongest sword technique. The sharp Sword Aura made even a Fifth-level Martial Artist like Qian Sanpang's face pale slightly.

"I gave you a chance and you spat on it. You're asking to die!"

Qian Sanpang snorted coldly. He lashed out with his whip, and a burst of golden power erupted, dissipating Chu Qingyun's Sword Aura.

However, just as he was about to press his attack, a piercing sound of sothing slicing through the air suddenly reached his ears.

'Not good!'

Qian Sanpang's heart tightened as if soone had viciously squeezed it. He hastily retreated, scrambling backward in a sorry state.

The Puppet's heavy fist had brushed right past Qian Sanpang's nose, scaring him so badly his legs went soft.

If that punch had landed on his face, his head would have probably been smashed to bits!

'What a sha...'

Chu Qingyun sighed inwardly, took out another handful of Primordial Stones, and channeled their Primordial Power into the Puppet's body.

"Five-Star Vine!"

Chu Qingyun let out a low shout. His Martial Soul flashed before him, and dark green vines of the Martial Dao grew rapidly, lunging toward Qian Sanpang. At the sa ti, he charged forward himself, unleashing the Gale Sword once more.

The Puppet, however, didn't move. It stood to the side, ready to seize any opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Qian Sanpang.

'This kid is a real handful!'

Qian Sanpang cursed under his breath as a brilliant golden light suddenly erupted from his hands. "Kid, let show you the power of my Soul Techniques!"

"Extre Whip Dance!"

Qian Sanpang roared, and the golden light on his hands suddenly exploded, surging toward Chu Qingyun and completely engulfing even the long whip.

The golden light suddenly transford into countless whips. These innurable whips hovered in mid-air, lashing out at Chu Qingyun relentlessly.

Chu Qingyun was forced onto the defensive.

He could sever several whips with a single sword strike, but there were simply too many of them; he couldn't destroy them all.

The five vines of the Five-Star Vine traded blows with the whips, but Chu Qingyun was only a first-level Martial Artist. The purity of his Primordial Power was far inferior to Qian Sanpang's.

The Five-Star Vine's tendrils were quickly whipped to shreds, and the golden whips began leaving bloody gashes on Chu Qingyun's body.

If Qian Sanpang were to launch a sneak attack at this mont, he could certainly throw Chu Qingyun into disarray and secure a complete victory.

But he didn't dare.

The Puppet was putting far too much pressure on him. Qian Sanpang had the vast majority of his attention focused on it.

He knew in his heart that if the Puppet landed even a single hit on him, he would be dead!

His current approach, while slower, was the safest and most reliable.

As long as he used his Soul Techniques to eliminate Chu Qingyun, the Puppet would naturally beco an inanimate object, posing no threat at all.

"Heh heh, Chu Qingyun, just you wait! How does it feel to be whipped to death?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, you still have that Fire Poison in you. Being tortured from both the inside and the outside... it must feel amazing, hahaha..."

Qian Sanpang laughed boisterously, mocking Chu Qingyun without restraint.

"Bastard! You bastard, you bastard, you bastard!"

The Fire Poison, the pain, the rage—it was all enough to drive Chu Qingyun insane. His eyes were completely bloodshot.

Staring at Qian Sanpang's detestable face, all Chu Qingyun wanted was to kill him. To kill him!

"Profound Celestial Divine Pattern!"

Chu Qingyun roared, and a dark gold Divine Pattern appeared on his body. Then, without dodging or evading, he charged directly through the dense barrage of whips and lunged at Qian Sanpang.

In just an instant, Chu Qingyun was whipped until he coughed up blood, his body a complete wreck.

But he paid it no mind. His eyes were fixed only on the damnable Qian Sanpang.

As Chu Qingyun moved, he also gave the Puppet a command: charge Qian Sanpang.

Willing to be covered in wounds, Chu Qingyun charged through the Soul Technique, Extre Whip Dance. Like a madman, he lunged at Qian Sanpang and clung to him for dear life.

Qian Sanpang was stunned and, for a mont, failed to dodge.

"Damn it, kid, let go of !

Seeing the Puppet rushing toward him, Qian Sanpang finally ca to his senses and began to panic.

He threw three quick punches, smashing them brutally into Chu Qingyun's body and making him cough up several more mouthfuls of blood.

But Chu Qingyun held on tight, refusing to let go even on pain of death.

"Bastard, let go! Let go of !"

Qian Sanpang roared in terror as golden power surged from his body, trying to blast Chu Qingyun away.

Unexpectedly, Chu Qingyun looked like he was fighting for his life. A large amount of Primordial Power also erupted from his body to resist. "Qian Sanpang, you die today!"

"No! I'm not going to die! You're the ones who are going to die! You're the ones who deserve to die!"

"True Martial Soul!"

Qian Sanpang roared, and his body suddenly twisted, transforming into a two-ter-long giant rat.

"Kid, go to hell!"

Qian Sanpang grabbed Chu Qingyun's shoulders with his two front paws and opened his mouth to bite his neck, his sharp teeth glinting with a cold light.

However, just as he was about to sink his teeth into Chu Qingyun, the Puppet's heavy fist arrived.

BANG!

A dull thud.

Terrifying Primordial Power and strength exploded on the giant rat's head. The winter-lon-sized rat head was instantly blasted apart!

But, strangely, even though its head had exploded, not a single drop of blood flowed out.