HLnovel Chapter 544 - 532: Immortal Elixir!
Chapter 544 - 532: Immortal Elixir!
With a flick of his wrist, Qin Fan sent Hua Xiaotian flying back to the riverbank in the blink of an eye. Now that this concern was out of the way, Qin Fan’s playful mood vanished.
At the same time, the mother Jiao, having howled in pain, unleashed the full measure of its rage and hatred. It whipped its head around, its long tongue flicking out, and lunged violently at Qin Fan with an overwhelming aura of destruction and slaughter!
By now, Hua Xiaotian and Lai Zhuge—those humans who had once seemed as insignificant as ants—no longer mattered. Its immediate priority was to brutally slaughter Qin Fan! Then, it would make the river overflow its banks and flood the land, forcing those lowly humans to join its mate in death!
But it had severely miscalculated. It was facing a Cultivator who had entered the Golden Core realm—a Golden Core Cultivator with the foundation of a Mahayana expert. A mere Seventh or Eighth Rank Jiao beast thought it could assassinate him? That was not just a fool’s dream; it was a foolish Jiao’s dream. On the Cangqiong Continent, countless young dragons had fallen at Qin Fan’s hands, let alone a Jiao that wouldn’t dare show its face until the day it fully transformed into a dragon.
Confronting the sweeping tongue, Qin Fan let out a disdainful snort. Surging the True Qi from his Golden Core to his right hand, Qin Fan, still standing on the water’s surface, leaped into the air. Amidst the torrential downpour, he roared, "Earth Evil Seventh Form, Heavenly Demon Saint Hand!"
As Qin Fan shouted, the sky responded with a deep, rumbling thunder, as if on cue. His momentum invisibly swelled to an immense scale!
His outstretched right hand, following his words, slapped down swiftly toward the mother Jiao’s thrusting tongue! The Prison Suppressing Body activated automatically, and a layer of green light burst forth from Qin Fan. Seemingly unconcerned by the mother Jiao’s formidable tongue, he took no protective measures and ruthlessly smashed his palm onto it.
As Qin Fan’s palm descended, a gleam of vengeful pleasure flashed in the mother Jiao’s eyes. It knew exactly how powerful its tongue was; a mere touch had been enough to melt the face of that Martial Artist. And this detestable human dares to touch it? He’s courting death!
But before the mother Jiao could finish the thought—
SNAP!
A crisp, dull sound erupted from its tongue. In the next instant, a boundless Qi Force surged chaotically within it. A paralyzing numbness, as if it had been struck by Heavenly Thunder, was immediately followed by an explosion of tearing pain!
"ROAR!"
Caught completely off guard, the mother Jiao writhed, its body convulsing in unbearable pain. Its thrashing immediately whipped up monstrous waves. Screaming fiercely and feeling as if its tongue would burst, the mother Jiao fell into a complete frenzy. It continued to howl as it charged at Qin Fan with its malformed horn.
"Bring it on!" Qin Fan shouted brazenly.
In a flash, he reached out again and slapped his hand on the Jiao’s forehead, right between its two horns. At the same time, he used the momentum to leap directly onto the mother Jiao’s back.
"In ancient times, Nezha tore out the Dragon Tendon of Crown Prince Ao Bing. Today, I, Qin Fan, shall draw out your tendon with the might of my Golden Core!" Mounted less than a meter from the creature’s head, Qin Fan bellowed.
Hearing this, the mother Jiao felt an irrational surge of fear!
"ROAR!"
Enduring the explosive pain in its tongue, it let out a trembling cry and began to thrash its body madly. But no matter how fiercely it thrashed, Qin Fan remained on its back, as unshakable as a mountain.
"Staff, come!" Qin Fan commanded, stretching a hand upward.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the Evil Spirit Zen Staff materialized from thin air, settling firmly in his outstretched palm.
By now, the mother Jiao’s quivering had grown faster and more ferocious. Suddenly, its body, which had been whirling in mid-air, came to an abrupt halt.
The next second—
BOOM!
It plunged toward the riverbed. For the Jiao, as long as the man on its back was not shaken off, the danger was far from over.
Regarding Qin Fan’s vow to draw out its tendon, if this had been moments earlier, it would have scoffed at such ignorant human folly. But now, after witnessing Qin Fan’s consecutive displays of power, it dared not be careless. Instead, an inexplicable and infinite sense of dread and anxiety began to rise within it.
SWOOSH!
The moment the mother Jiao plunged into the river, a spray of water as tall as a three-story building erupted into the air. Qin Fan merely shifted his body slightly. Down in the chilly depths of the river, protected by his Prison Suppressing Body, he was completely unaffected by the water. However, before he could drive the Zen Staff into the Jiao’s body, its frantically thrashing form burst out of the water once again.
This series of fantastical scenes left the onlookers on the riverbank utterly shocked.
This—! How much did this resemble the scene from the television dramas where Nezha fought the Crown Prince of the East Sea Dragon King?
It was only at this moment that they realized how laughable their previous thoughts had been. To face such a Jiao Dragon, even if they were willing to fight to the death, it would only be a suicidal effort, like moths drawn to a flame! If it had been them, let alone anything else, they would never have been able to withstand the Jiao’s violent plunging and thrashing.
"Master Hua, your face!" Suddenly, amidst the shock, a member of the Guardian Institute couldn’t help but cry out as he subconsciously glanced at Hua Xiaotian.
"What’s wrong with my face?" Hua Xiaotian responded reflexively to the sudden outcry.
"That—that—that—!" The member of the Guardian Institute pointed at Hua Xiaotian’s face, momentarily unable to speak, an expression of utter disbelief on his own.
Hearing this, the others reflexively turned to look. When they saw Hua Xiaotian’s face, which had been a mangled wreck just minutes before, they were all left gaping in astonishment.
The half of his face that had been a bloody, scorched mess was now healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Flakes of necrotic flesh were rapidly falling away, replaced by fresh, new skin that grew in their place.
Seeing everyone’s stunned expressions, Hua Xiaotian, who had started to raise a hand to his face, stopped midway. He hurriedly pulled out his phone and turned on the front-facing camera. In the light from the riverside streetlamps, he clearly saw the changes on his own face.
The next moment, the phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. Utterly oblivious, he simply stood frozen in place.
How could this be? How could this possibly be?
The questions echoed in his heart. Suddenly, he remembered that when Qin Fan had thrown him back to the riverbank, he seemed to have wiped something on his face.
Could it be because of that? Yes, that must be it!
It was the only possible explanation, and a million shockwaves surged through him.
What on earth was that substance? How could it have such a miraculous effect? I was certain I was going to be disfigured for life, yet the face staring back at me from the phone’s screen is undergoing an impossibly rapid, regenerative healing! He can slay the great god Orochi. He can battle a Jiao Dragon. And he possesses an Immortal Elixir that defies all laws of biology. This monstrously talented young man, not even twenty years old... what is his origin? What kind of mysterious background does he have?
In that instant, Hua Xiaotian began to tremble. He stared at the slender figure still riding atop the Jiao, gulping uncontrollably.