HCB Chapter 90 The Gods Retreat
Chapter 90 The Gods Retreat
A hint of surprise flashed in Hela's usually calm eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly, staring intently at Wu Tongxuan, who remained fearless and alone before her. She couldn't help but wonder, who exactly was this guy, and why was he so bold as to face someone like her alone?
Wu Tongxuan remained calm. He gently lifted the blood-dripping sword in his hand, the drops of blood seemingly telling tales of past cruelty. Without the slightest hesitation, like a ferocious cheetah, he charged towards Hela without hesitation.
With his charge, he let out a furious roar: "Ah..."
The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing in the empty space.
Upon seeing this, Hela's eyes flashed with a ruthless glint. She suddenly opened her arms, and instantly, endless black, ghostly death energy surged out of her body like a tidal wave. The death energy seemed to contain endless evil and death power, as if it wanted to drag this mortal ant who dared to provoke her into that terrifying underworld, to make him suffer endless torment until he died.
However, Wu Tongxuan was not afraid at all. The Blood-Dripping Sword in his hand was like a sharp scythe of death, easily slicing through the seemingly indestructible black ghostly death aura, as if the death aura had become fragile under his sword.
Immediately afterward, he approached Hela like a bolt of lightning, his speed astonishing. With a wave of his hand, a crimson sword beam instantly materialized, its eerie light gleaming and carrying boundless killing intent, already closing in on Hela's face.
Seeing this, Hela's lips curled into a cold smile. She dodged the deadly crimson sword light with a swift movement. Then, she swung her scepter, imbued with a dense aura of death, fiercely at Wu Tongxuan. The scepter emanated a powerful dark force, seemingly intent on instantly crushing Wu Tongxuan.
Wu Tongxuan's eyes narrowed, and he began to wield the Blood-Dripping Sword once more. The bloodstains on the sword seemed to come alive, emitting a pungent, bloody aura. He parried Hela's attacks with incredible speed, each clash of sword and scepter producing a dull thud, as if the entire space itself was trembling.
The battle between the two was like a raging storm, ravaging the space with increasing intensity. The air seemed to be infused with magic, thick with the stench of blood and death, an evil aura seeping from the depths of hell, inspiring fear in all who beheld it.
Wu Tongxuan moved across the battlefield like lightning, his speed astonishing. Each movement seemed to slice through the air, and his attacks were as dense and ruthless as a torrential downpour, each strike carrying immense power. His speed and attack were nearly on par with Hela's, as if they were evenly matched.
However, his seemingly weak defense was far inferior to Hela's, a difference that could not be described in a fraction of a second. It was like a fragile defensive line that could be breached at any moment by the surging attack.
Hela, being a proud goddess, quickly and keenly sensed this situation. Her usually icy eyes now held a hint of humiliation that was difficult for ordinary people to detect. Yes, to fight such a tiny ant with a method of exchanging injury for injury was undoubtedly a great humiliation in her noble heart, as if it were a desecration of her boundless majesty.
However, even though she was filled with this sense of humiliation, Hela still followed her fighting instincts.
When Wu Tongxuan approached again, she neither dodged nor avoided him, but resolutely used her scepter to catch his blood-dripping sword.
The blade gleamed with an eerie light, as if it contained endless killing intent. Hela raised her slender hand and, with a sharp aura, slammed it hard into Wu Tongxuan's chest.
If this palm strike lands, Wu Tongxuan will be severely injured, if not killed.
"Om..."
A cup of clear tea fell from the void, blocking Wu Tongxuan's path. The teacup shattered instantly. It completely shielded Wu Tongxuan from the palm strike, sending him flying backward. He was gently caught by a middle-aged man and landed on the shore.
"Master, if you hadn't come soon, I would have almost died for my country."
"Where are Wang Mian and the others? Why were you left here to guard the house, the weakest of them all?"
As the Master's mind unfolded, another lamp stopped Hela. He looked at Wu Tongxuan with a face full of doubt, and Wu Tongxuan's hand holding the sword paused.
"I'm the weakest?"
Wu Tongxuan's body, which was originally as swift as a whirlwind, suddenly seemed to be frozen in time, as if time itself had stood still for a moment.
However, this was only a brief pause. The next moment, the hidden power within him erupted again like a volcanic eruption, bursting forth with astonishing speed, rushing straight towards Hela like a bolt of lightning.
The blood-dripping sword in his hand originally emitted a sinister and terrifying crimson light, and now, the crimson threads seemed to come alive, slowly and gradually beginning to solidify, each thread seemingly containing endless killing intent and bloody aura.
Seeing this, Hela's eyes flashed with a fierce light. She did not back down in the slightest because of Wu Tongxuan's imposing manner, but instead stepped forward without showing any weakness.
The dark scepter in her hand usually exuded a heavy, ghostly aura of death, as if it could devour all life in the surrounding area.
At this moment, with her movements, the deathly aura grew even stronger, as if it were about to transform into a tangible black mist, surging towards Wu Tongxuan.
"I was just stating the truth, but why do I feel like your killing intent is even stronger than that of the Grim Reaper on the other side?"
The Master muttered this to himself, and a golden light gradually emanated from his body. The light, like a shooting star, streaked across the blood-red void between the two and landed on Wu Tongxuan, seemingly dressing him in a golden armor.
Hela's scepter, gleaming with a mysterious light, and Wu Tongxuan's blood-dripping sword, exuding a bloody aura, collided instantly like two shooting stars, producing a crisp yet shocking sound.
With lightning speed, she swiftly released her grip on the scepter, and with the agility of a nimble ape, she reached out and seized Wu Tongxuan's wrist like an iron clamp, with such force that it seemed she could crush his bones.
Without hesitation, she stretched out her other hand and struck Wu Tongxuan's chest with a violent force. The palm wind howled past, seemingly capable of tearing the air apart, sending chills down one's spine.
Wu Tongxuan, however, did not choose to dodge this time. It was as if he had been prepared all along. He even leaned his body slightly forward, as if he was going to take the initiative to meet this fatal blow.
A resolute glint flashed in Wu Tongxuan's eyes. The blood-dripping sword in his hand was like a red lightning bolt. The moment it touched Hela's palm, it slashed through her tough shoulder, and blood gushed out immediately. The deep, bone-revealing wound was a shocking sight.
Hela cried out in pain, but she did not back down. Instead, her eyes blazed with even more intense anger. She jerked her wrist away from his grasp and retreated like a ghost, gathering all her strength to prepare a fatal counterattack for Wu Tongxuan.
Wu Tongxuan, holding the Blood-Dripping Sword, took a light step back, a triumphant smile appearing on his face.
How come you're not injured?
Hela's eyes were filled with disbelief, while at the same time, the teacher behind Wu Tongxuan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, sighed inwardly, and stood firm, completely unaware of Hela's abnormality.
"Tsk... Shouldn't you be more concerned about your wounds right now?"
Wu Tongxuan naturally wouldn't expose the Master. The golden fluorescent armor on his body had become extremely weak, and if another blow came, the Master might not be able to withstand it either.
Upon hearing Wu Tongxuan's words, Hela immediately lowered her eyes to look at her wound. To her horror, she discovered that, as a deity, she had not only been injured by a mortal, but the wound showed no signs of healing.
There seemed to be a terrifying force remaining in the wound on her shoulder, absorbing her divine power and tearing at her blood.
"I'm going to kill you, you ant!"
"Take my advice: turn back to Asgard immediately and find a god who can heal you. That way, you might still be saved."
The power that could harm you is beyond my control. If you kill me, this power will only go berserk, and you'll die even faster then.
As Wu Tongxuan retreated rapidly, he didn't forget to take the Master with him.
Hela realized at that moment that this shameless ant in front of her was no slower than herself when attacking, and was even faster than herself when escaping.
What she didn't know was that after the blood-red threads on Wu Tongxuan's Blood-Dripping Sword entered her body, they would draw upon her divine power and essence to replenish Wu Tongxuan, which is why he was getting faster and faster, and even stronger.
Hela gripped the scepter with all her might and swung it fiercely at Wu Tongxuan's back.
Wu Tongxuan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and with a backhand sweep of his sword, he barely managed to block the attack.
Hela's expression changed completely. This person's strength seemed to have increased as well, and she was almost certain that she could not catch up with him and kill him in the short term.
Hela hesitated; the crimson threads within her body were still causing trouble. She could feel herself growing weaker and weaker, so she stopped chasing Wu Tongxuan and began to hesitate about whether she should leave.
Just then, a blood-red sword beam radiating terrifying power emerged from the mist, slashing past their heads and heading towards the eastern coast of Great Xia.
In that instant, Hela felt every pore on her body stand on end, her pupils dilated several times over, and she clearly felt the helplessness and fear of impending death.
If that sword had been aimed at him, he would probably have been killed on the spot, his soul and body annihilated.
Hela no longer hesitated, not even bothering to call upon Jormungandr, she turned and rushed into the mist, heading towards Asgard at the fastest speed she had ever traveled. She couldn't stay in this Great Xia for even a moment longer. At this moment, she turned and left, as if she had made some kind of decision.
"Aren't you going to stop them?"
The Master glanced at Wu Tongxuan, who seemed to have taken root at his feet, and asked softly.
Wu Tongxuan looked up at the afterimage of the sword light in the void and shook his head resolutely.
"If I continue fighting, the divine power I absorb should be enough to condense a drop of mysterious blood in my heart. And this drop of blood should be the opportunity for me to become a god. However, with Yunxiao gone, what difference is there between becoming a god now and committing suicide?"
If Hela insists on going to Great Britain, I'll just die with her. She just wants to go back to Asgard; my suicide would only shorten her life by a few days. Why bother?
"This sword light was most likely created by Yunxiao's side to support the Fengdu Emperor on the east coast. Anyway, our Wuwang Squad's target is Asgard. Wouldn't it be better if Yunxiao led us and the sword light's owner there for a one-sided slaughter?"
After Wu Tongxuan finished speaking, he casually took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and looked up at Jormungandr. He took a deep drag of the cigarette and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
"It's been so long, and King Garuda still hasn't returned. It seems they've gone to a very far place this time!"
Wu Tongxuan took another puff, then tossed aside his cigarette and charged towards Jormungandr, who was already being overwhelmed. The Master disdainfully sized up the World Serpent for a long time, ultimately deciding that his own Flame Pulse Earth Dragon was much cooler and more stylish.
The next second, Master Yizhan appeared in front of Jormungandr even faster than Wu Tongxuan.
Ten minutes earlier, outside Sun City, after Yang Jian and Leng Xuan dealt with the last of the eight Yuan Gods, they slowly walked behind Du Ziren. Si Xiaonan's fingers twitched slightly, and a series of tricks and deceptive divine power completely covered Leng Xuan.
Just as the group was about to engage in battle with the four Nine Pillar Gods led by the Sun God, Zhou Jue Yin Tian Gong suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the direction of Great Xia.
Gan Silian Wanlutian Palace: "Someone has shattered a corner of Fengdu City in this world and is attempting to pollute and control Fengdu City."
Thai Sha Liang Shi Zong Tian Gong: "To act like this in front of us, isn't that looking down on us?"
Mingchen Naifanwucheng Tiangong: "I know, you three want me to do it, right? Fine!" As soon as he finished speaking, he reached for his green-bladed longsword at his waist and casually swung it towards the east coast of Great Xia. The blood-red sword light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, instantly tore through the thick firmament and headed straight for Great Xia.
On the east coast.
The Emperor of Fengdu has emerged from the main hall of Fengdu City and is engaged in fierce combat with Shiva. Behind the Emperor of Fengdu, the newly rebuilt city of Fengdu is partially destroyed. The six silver spheres behind him are spinning rapidly, emanating the Dao of Reincarnation, repairing the weakened city of Fengdu, which is still missing much of its land.
Just then, a sharp sword light, seemingly carrying boundless power, shot out from the depths of the endless mist. Wherever the sword light passed, the space trembled, and the air was torn apart with fine cracks.
When the sword appeared within Shiva's sight, he gripped his golden scepter without hesitation and turned to flee into the depths of the mist. However, the sword was aimed at him, and even though he ran incredibly fast, it easily caught up with him.