Chapter 509: Impossible

Chapter 509: Impossible

Puppy was so shocked that his soul almost flew out when the Daoist chased after them.

He had never thought the treasure Li Huowang gifted him would elicit such a reaction.

The Daoist was holding the bronze coin sword as he chased after them. He was about to block off their escape when Puppy waved the scepter furiously.

However, the Daoist was already prepared against the attack.

A small paper doll made out of talisman papers flew out of the Daoist sleeves and took the brunt of the attack.

When Puppy waved the scepter, the paper doll fell to the ground.

The Daoist only needed that small window of opportunity to attack. Before Puppy could wave it for the second time, the Daoist whipped his bronze coin sword toward them.

“Ju Lun Tuo Dian Ti Wu She!” the Daoist chanted, and the red threads of the bronze coin sword extended, transforming the sword into a whip that slammed into Puppy’s hand.

The Daoist pulled the whip back, and Puppy’s hands were torn open. One of Puppy’s fingers and the scepter flew into the air.

“AAAAAAAH!” Puppy clutched his hand, which was almost severed from his wrist. His mind went blank; he had no idea what to do now.

“Hmph! So it’s only two little whelps.” The Daoist smiled evilly and squinted. He shook his wrist, and the whip flew toward Puppy’s head!

I dead! Puppy thought as he stared at the bronze coin whip moving toward him.

At the critical juncture, a hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the bronze coin whip.

The sharp coins cut into the hand, but it only tore open the skin.

“Oh?” The Daoist was surprised and looked at the youth holding onto his whip.

The Daoist smiled when he saw the youth on the ground. Then, he waved his hand, and an inkwell appeared.

“It’s time to end this.” He dipped his fingers into the inkwell and covered the bronze coin sword in the ink. The black ink seeped down the sword like tar.

Lu Xiucai was afraid and knew there was no hope of escaping. He cried and begged for mercy.

When the Daoist was ready to cut down Lu Xiucai, something flashed in the darkness. A small needle wrapped in white thread flew toward the Daoist’s face.

The needle almost hit the Daoist’s face when something burst out from his neck. A Nascent Soul with a beard appeared and bit the needles with its rotten teeth.

“Hm?! You dare try to attack me from the dark?” the Daoist roared, furious. He was visibly upset with Puppy’s attack.

The Daoist pointed at where the needle was shot out from and the black robe flew upward. It streaked through the air, chasing after Puppy.

The Daoist then glared at the trembling Lu Xiucai. He raised the bronze coin sword, which was drenched in black ink, and brought it down toward Lu Xiucai’s neck. He decided to kill one before chasing the second.

“AAAAAAAH! The mud comes from chaos, and everything bursts into existence with the growth of the white lotus! Heavenly Mater, help me!!!” Lu Xiucai shouted and begged for protection with a sense of humility that he never had before toward the Heavenly Mater.

Just as the bronze coin sword tore through Lu Xiucai’s clothes, a brilliant white light burst out. The bronze coin sword’s red thread was torn apart, and the sword exploded. The inked bronze coins flew everywhere.

The Daoist was shocked, and he took a few steps backward. “Impossible! The Heavenly Mater is supposed to be dead!”

Lu Xiucai realized that he was still alive. His clothes were in tatters. When he stood up, a piece of cloth fell out from inside his clothes.

The cloth spread open on the ground, and the cloth depicted a simple white lotus. The Daoist retreated upon seeing the lotus.

“No! This can't be! The Heavenly Mater should be dead! The White Lotus Sect are just a bunch of abandoned ragtags!”

No matter how he tried to convince himself, however, he was retreating instinctively. By the time he was done shouting, his back was already pressed against the wall.