Chapter 105

Chapter 105: The Unexpected Magical Weapon

Although Lou Yun didn’t fear the Silver Thread Sect, he absolutely saw no reason to oppose them over baseless accusations, which would ultimately only benefit Left Ear Demon Wuchou.

Lou Yun sharply rebuked: "Wuchou, stop spouting nonsense! I have no connection with you whatsoever!"

At that moment, Qian Lin had already leaped aside in utter disarray. With a furious roar, his body abruptly sprang into the air, tumbling rapidly like a barrel. Simultaneously, a blinding white blade-light shot straight toward Wuchou’s legs.

Beside them, Zhao Jingang roared with wild laughter, thrusting his long spear toward Thousand-Armed Demon Monk’s chest with thunderous force.

Meanwhile, Tao Heng also shouted harshly: "You cunning brat, almost deceived us! What explanations remain now?"

As he spoke, a dragon-head cane smashed toward Lou Yun.

Anger boiling within him, Lou Yun abandoned pointless explanations. His figure spun swiftly, stirring a whistling gust of wind. With one fist driven forward, he instantly clashed head-on with Tao Heng.

Tao Heng had assumed his profound cultivation would fell this young man in two or three moves. Yet moments into the fight, not only did he fail, but his own heart also grew colder with each passing second.

Lou Yun’s footwork proved bizarrely elusive. Moreover, even without armor, his body exhibited astonishing toughness. Blows from Tao Heng’s cane—wielded at sixty percent strength—landed as if hitting solid rock; no sign of pain flickered across Lou Yun’s expression!

In truth, Lou Yun stood no chance against Tao Heng by raw power. Yet relying precisely on speed and resilience, his two greatest advantages, he held his ground against the onslaught. As long as his momentum didn’t flag, Tao Heng couldn’t gain the upper hand—for now.

Concurrently, Wuchou faced both Qian Lin and Zhao Jingang. Though their strengths appeared comparable, Wuchou steadily dominated. His palm techniques were strange yet devastatingly powerful, executed with brutal, head-on aggression. The other two, fearful for their magical weapons, dared not meet force with force. They could only dart around, launching sporadic attacks.

Suddenly, Wuchou’s face twisted into a vicious grin. Retreating a step, both his arms abruptly elongated—not a movement illusion, but a genuine extension stretching an entire meter. Then he seized Qian Lin and Zhao Jingang simultaneously, one hand for each throat.

Neither Qian Lin nor Zhao Jingang expected such impossible lengthening of limbs. They froze dumbfounded until Wuchou’s elongated hands closed upon them.

This was Wuchou’s signature mastery: the low-level Solar rank weapon technique—"Dragon Grasp"’s Dragon Swirl!

Both arms transformed into sinuous dragons, coiling and whirling as if swimming through air. Blindingly fast, they forced Qian Lin and Zhao Jingang into desperate, stumbling retreats. Only defense remained possible; counterattack lay beyond reach.

Lou Yun mentally shuddered. Could Wuchou not be human? Was he a beastman? How else could arms stretch freely?

Chang Xiang snorted coldly: "Utterly clueless! Beastman? His magical weapon is that pair of arms!"

Realization struck Lou Yun. Focusing intently, he finally saw it: attached to Wuchou’s physical arms were two faintly glowing, spectral limbs—his true magical weapons. Impossible to detect without Chang Xiang’s insight!

Lou Yun grasped the truth: hence Wuchou fought exclusively with palms. His magical weapon was indeed the arms themselves!

Truth proved stranger than speculation. How had Wuchou conceived such an idea during artifact forging? Fusing one’s magical weapon to their very arms? Yet precisely this uniqueness rendered opponents defenseless, utterly unpredictable!

Having lost initiative from the start, Qian Lin and Zhao Jingang quickly succumbed to Wuchou’s Dragon Swirl.

Wuchou now gripped both adversaries by the neck. Though they frantically swung their magical weapons, only sharp "clangs" resounded—utterly ineffective against Wuchou’s arm-manifested weapon.

"Grinning, Wuchou sneered: "Let me send you off first!" His weapon-arms began constricting.

Watching his subordinates suffer, Tao Heng instantly abandoned Lou Yun. Feigning a strike with the dragon-head cane, he roared: "Wuchou, you dare!" Barreling toward Wuchou.

Lou Yun harbored no goodwill toward either faction. Seeing Tao Heng disengage, he didn’t pursue. Swiftly sidestepping, he resumed his role as spectator.

Tao Heng moved fast—yet not fast enough. With one vicious squeeze from Wuchou’s hands, Qian Lin and Zhao Jingang choked, mouths gaping, tongues lolling.

Tao Heng erupted:" Soaring Dragon!"

Slam! He struck the dragon-head cane hard upon the ground. A crisp dragon-cry echoed as the cane rooted itself instantly. Fierce light exploded outward. Even distant, Lou Yun sensed overwhelming weapon spirit power radiating from that cane—tangible energy, yet carrying no visible projectile.

Before Lou Yun could wonder, his answer arrived. From beneath Wuchou’s elongated arms—now locked in place—an enormous, snarling silver dragon erupted from the earth! Howling, it opened its maw and clamped hard onto both glowing limbs!

Thud! A dull crunch followed as Wuchou’s arms remained pinned within silver jaws. His face immediately turned ghastly pale. Forced to release Qian Lin and Zhao Jingang, Wuchou strained violently—lifting both trapped arms skyward before slamming them downward into the earth!

Boom!

The silver dragon crashed into the ground, shattering into fragments!

Although the dragon was formed from Tao Heng’s weapon spirit power, its destruction had consumed a vast amount of his spiritual energy. Nevertheless, he managed to save Qian Lin and Zhao Jingang. Tao Heng panted slightly, a hint of pride showing on his face.

Wuchou, however, was utterly enraged. He had almost succeeded in killing Qian Lin and Zhao Jingang. Had he done so, even if Tao Heng received reinforcements, he would face fewer enemies. But Tao Heng had thwarted him. Now, eliminating Qian Lin and Zhao Jingag would be far from simple.

Just then, a clear, resonant roar echoed from beyond the forest, brimming with powerful breath.

Hearing the cry, the faces of Tao Heng and the others lit up. Zhao Jingang, ignoring his sore throat, rasped out, "Left Ear Demon, today is your day of reckoning!"

Wuchou chuckled coldly. "Do you think I’d be afraid even if you summoned every last member of the Silver Thread Sect?"

Before Zhao Jingang could respond, another voice cut in, "Who dares speak so arrogantly and belittle our Silver Thread Sect? Are you tired of living?"

As the words rang out, a small, slender figure plummeted like a meteor from the sky, landing amidst the group.

In the dim moonlight, the newcomer appeared frail and withered, standing no higher than four feet. Yet, his arms were unusually long and thin, nearly reaching the ground.

His sallow face bore a scar stretching diagonally from ear to lip. His eyes glinted with fierce intensity when opened. Clad in silver robes, he radiated an air of extreme haughtiness.

His feet barely touched the ground when he turned to Tao Heng without sparing a glance at the others. "Elder Tao, have you spent all this time entangled here because of… these two mediocrities?"

His tone was disdainful and dismissive, utterly disregarding Wuchou and Lou Yun. His words implied criticism toward Tao Heng.

Both Lou Yun and Wuchou reacted identically: a cold sneer without saying a word.

Tao Heng hurried forward, lowering his voice. He whispered a few sentences into the man’s ear, causing the latter’s expression to shift. The silver-robed man nodded slightly before turning his gaze back to Wuchou and Lou Yun — but ultimately fixing it solely on Wuchou’s face.

With exceptional hearing, Lou Yun overheard Tao Heng. First, he named Wuchou and Lou Yun. Second, he revealed Wuchou possessed the "Thirteen Demon Banners"!

Truthfully, Lou Yun still had no idea what the Thirteen Demon Banners were. But judging by Tao Heng and the others’ reactions, they must be immensely valuable treasures — valuable enough to have lured the fourteen people outside the forest to their deaths.

The newcomer scoffed coldly, "So it’s Left Ear Demon Wuchou! How bold indeed. After vanishing for forty years, you’ve gone and provoked our Silver Thread Sect? To think that after hiding all this time, your methods remain as vicious as before! Oh well, you truly can take the man out of the demon, but never the demon out of the man!"

This short, silver-robed man spoke to Left Ear Demon Wuchou not only without fear but with a condescending tone. Clearly, he had no reason to dread him.

Lou Yun knew precisely why Feng Wendu felt so confident. The man’s actual strength had reached Earth level — an entire major realm above Wuchou. Wuchou stood no chance against him!

Wuchou’s eyes darted, his face paling. He clearly recognized his opponent’s superiority. Yet, born vicious, he refused to yield even when facing inevitable defeat. His mind raced, plotting swiftly.

He spoke up, "Cease your insolence! State your name! Today, I’ll send you to your grave along with the others!"

Hearing this, Feng Wendu threw his head back in loud, piercing laughter that rattled the ears. Suddenly, his expression hardened, the scar creasing his face as his aura thickened. "Left Ear Demon Wuchou!" he boomed. "While others may fear you, Feng Wendu has never regarded you as a threat. Three disciples of my sect lie dead tonight, with two gravely wounded. I demand your blood as payment with interest!"

Lou Yun naturally had no clue who this Feng Wendu was. Neither did Wuchou. After forty years of absence, these rising names meant nothing to him now.

Wuchou let out a hideous, spooky laughter. "Forty years ago, taunts like yours were nothing new to me. I heard them almost daily. Sadly, all who uttered them ended up dead. Yet here I am — still alive!"

Feng Wendu roared with another burst of mad laughter. Suddenly, he flung out his hand. "Tao Heng!" he commanded. "Move out! This Protector will oversee the battle! Kill him now!"

"Yes!"

Bolstered by Feng Wendu’s formidable presence, Tao Heng, Qian Lin, and Zhao Jingang exchanged a determined glance. They drew their magical weapons in unison, closing in on Wuchou.

At the same time, Feng Wendu spoke, pointing a finger at Lou Yun without turning his head. "Boy, I don’t care if you’re Wuchou’s accomplice or not," he said coldly. "Before this mess is clarified, don’t you dare try to run… or cause trouble. If you make one wrong move, I’ll end your life here and now!"