Dao of the Bizarre Immortal

Chapter 948 - Dragon Vein

Zuoqiu Yong floated mid-air and gazed down at Li Sui, Li Huowang, Bai Lingmiao, and Shai Zi.

Despite having executed their plan to kill his other half, there was still no trace of seriousness on Zuoqiu Yong's face.

“Oh~ I admit I underestimated you earlier. I didn’t expect you to cooperate like that. But if you think that little trick is enough to defeat me—this Siming’s physical body—you’re sorely mistaken,” Zuouqiu Yong said.

Li Huowang looked intently at Zuoqiu Yong. “You may be a Siming, but do you think I’m not?”

Without hesitation, Li Sui moved behind Li Huowang, lifting the skin on his back to squeeze herself inside him. Her writhing mass of tendrils and human heads slithered through.

The black tendrils covered in heads emerged from different parts of Li Huowang’s body and writhed in the air.

“Go!” He tugged on Bai Lingmiao’s sleeve, and they shot forward at Zuoqiu Yong. They planned to use the same tactic that had worked on the previous Zuoqiu Yong. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

However, Zuoqiu Yong was prepared. He raised his hands toward the sky, and a dragon’s roar echoed through the air.

Sixteen golden dragons surged from all directions, coiling around both Zuoqiu Yongs. They transformed into intricate golden tattoos that spread across his skin.

Li Huowang’s face darkened. The sixteen golden, shimmering tattoos would block any Heavenly Daos, including Bai Lingmiao’s Heavenly Dao of Death!

This wouldn’t work. If Bai Lingmiao couldn’t inject death into Zuoqiu Yong, he would never die.

“We need to strip the Dragon Veins from him first!” Li Huowang said.

The tendrils from his body shot out to entangle Zuoqiu Yong. Li Sui’s tendrils flattened like murals, adhering to Zuoqiu Yong and coiling tightly around the Dragon Veins.

However, with a mere wave of his hand, Li Sui’s tendrils crumbled into dust and disintegrated bit by bit.

Zuoqiu Yong quickly morphed into a half-dragon, causing everything within a radius of one hundred feet to freeze in place.

Zuoqiu Yong smiled slightly. “It seems you don’t understand the origin of these Dragon Veins. These come from the Heavenly Dao of the Siming of Order, Panchi. Do you think you can challenge me when I control sixteen Heavenly Daos of Order?

“Should I call you brave fools, or pigs too dumb to know better?”

Li Huowang struggled desperately in the air, but he couldn’t move an inch. It was as though he had turned to wood, incapable of motion.

His eyes widened right as he was about to be beheaded. A fiery Peng Longteng appeared beside Zuoqiu Yong, riding a massive horse. She rose her blazing halberd up high, ready to strike down.

That wasn’t all. Zhuge Yuan, dressed in white and brush in hand, leaped out from behind her, charging toward Zuoqiu Yong.

Li Huowang’s mind reeled as more allies materialized—everyone he had ever fought with appeared one by one, rushing toward Zuoqiu Yong.

Yet, under the influence of the Heavenly Dao of Order, they could freeze at any moment, transitioning from a state of life to one of death.

However, every time this happened, the immobilized person gradually turned transparent and vanished. Then, they reappeared again, fresh and whole.

Though their strength varied, none of them could match Zuoqiu Yong. They were simply buying Li Huowang time to break free.

Abbess Jingxin’s massive, greasy body came crashing down onto Li Huowang and the others.

She rolled them away like a meatball, propelling them far beyond Zuoqiu Yong’s hundred-feet domain.

Regaining control of his body, Li Huowang looked up to see a downpour of flesh and blood. Every ally he had conjured, including Dan Yangzi and Zhuge Yuan, had been torn apart, their remains scattered to the ground.

These people were real. They were blood and flesh.

Zuoqiu Yong’s power was beyond anything Li Huowang had ever encountered.

“Father, don’t panic. He may have the Dragon Veins, but so do we.”

“Senior Li!” A familiar voice called from behind. Li Huowang turned around and saw five Dragon Veins slithering toward him. They were led by none other than Gao Zhijian.

Draped in dragon robes, Gao Zhijian lay on top of the stacked Dragon Veins as they moved toward Li Huowang.

“Senior Li, we’ve come to help!” Gao Zhijian said.

Gao Zhijian had already sensed the gravity of the situation from the palace. He had mobilized the other Dragon Veins to assist without hesitation, arriving just in time.

Li Huowang could sense the dense Dragon Qi around them. He gave Gao Zhijian a firm nod and pressed his hands to the ground.

The earth quaked, and a massive bronze tree shot up from the soil, lifting the five Dragon Veins. Li Huowang and Li Sui’s countless tendrils began to form gestures and cast the Dragon-Slaying Immortal-Killing Array.

Two dragon horns sprouted from Bai Lingmiao’s forehead, while scales appeared and shed from Li Huowang’s skin. Even the heads on Li Sui’s tendrils grew dragon whiskers.

Zuoqiu Yong smirked, stepping closer. “Well, well. I never imagined the Dragon Veins of the Great Liang would be so close to you.”

Li Huowang exhaled deeply, and two puffs of white steam escaped from his mouth. He raised his right foot and took a step toward Zuoqiu Yong, followed by another step.

The previous feeling of paralysis had vanished, and even the Heavenly Dao of Growth and exorcism array no longer affected him.

“Now that we both have the Heavenly Dao of Order, I guess it’s down to a head-on clash?” Li Huowang gritted his teeth. He raised his fist high, the tendrils mirroring his motion.

“And it seems like I have more people on my side,” Li Huowang said. Countless figures materialized around him—his new allies.

He had successfully attained all six chakra points, and in doing so, he had truly accomplished his objective of turning his thoughts into reality.

“Hehe~” Zuoqiu Yong chuckled, casually picking up a broken bone and scraping the flesh from his hand as if he were peeling noodles. “Really? I don’t quite see it that way.”