Chapter 177: More Cursed to Death

Chapter 177: More Cursed to Death

While the demonic disciples chanted "Omen of calamity!" at Tang, a tremendous aura suddenly surged behind them. Everyone turned around in shock to see a giant golden serpent swim toward them, its eyes fierce.

"What are you doing here, serpent?" one of the disciples asked in fright.

"I just digested that radiant monk's body and distilled his essence. What happened to the island while I was gone? Where's the Pestilence Sage?" the serpent countered.

It was surprised by the calamity that had struck the island, but responded calmly. Rather than charge forward into the melee, it wanted to figure out just what resources were at the disposal of the invaders. The Pestilence Sage is an ally; why isn't he helping out? Could he have fled because of the danger?

"The sage is dead. His corpse is by that person's waist," Tang began.

The golden serpent blanched. The Pestilence Sage had died? Just how strong did his opponent have to be?!

When it saw the figure to whom Xiao Nanfeng was pointing, however, it was shocked.

"Are you certain the Pestilence Sage died to him?" the golden serpent asked in disbelief.

"It's true! The sage was unable to do anything before he was killed in just a single blow. His spiritual avatar was extracted from his body!" The demonic disciples nodded and recounted what had occurred.

The golden serpent narrowed its eyes. "Impossible. He has the strength of a cultivator at the peak of Ascension, but he's not at Spiritsong yet. The difference between realms is massive; there's no way he could have killed the Pestilence Sage. I see how it is. He must possess a treasure that targets the spirit."

"Oh?" The demonic disciples considered this new piece of information.

"The serpent king told us that the Pestilence Sage is particularly skilled at making ghostly avatars of himself, and this body that perished is only one of his avatars. His opponent's treasure must have countered him perfectly," the golden serpent explained.

"Countered him perfectly?" The demonic disciples nodded at this explanation.

"Xiao Nanfeng's only an Ascension-realm cultivator, and he isn't as strong as I am. We'll charge down there and kill him together," the golden serpent suggested.

"But..." The cultivators were still hesitant given what had happened to the Pestilence Sage. They didn't want to risk their lives!

"Xiao Nanfeng might have killed an avatar of the Pestilence Sage, but the Pestilence Sage himself is surely still alive. That skin of his is particularly precious, and I'm sure he'll reward you handsomely for it. On the other hand, if you refuse my request to help him retrieve it, he'll punish you for inaction," the golden serpent warned.

The demonic disciples continued to hesitate.

"We can't! Xiao Nanfeng's slain a giant golden serpent before, don't you remember? He possesses the Immortal's Destruction and can attack anywhere on the battlefield with just a moment's thought. Do you all want to die? Don't you see how quickly he's slaughtering the serpents down there?" Tang cried. N♡vεlB¡n: Inspiring Minds, Illuminating Souls.

The giant golden serpent peered at Tang with a chilly gaze. It was well aware of the strength of the Immortal's Destruction—one of its companions had died to it. It was attempting to lure these disciples down into the fray as its targets.

"I can block the Immortal's Destruction," the giant serpent boomed. "The Pestilence Sage told me that you possessed a certain formation, Nightfall of Demonic Fog, that can allow you to occlude an opponent's senses. Use this formation on Xiao Nanfeng and he won't be able to command the Immortal's Destruction accurately. I'll eat him in a single gulp and help you retrieve the Pestilence Sage's skin. Well?"

The disciples' eyes brightened, thinking that the golden serpent's plan was flawless. If they struck, they would surely be able to kill Xiao Nanfeng!

"We'll do it!" they shouted.

Xiao Nanfeng frowned. Are these demonic disciples trying to help me...? He deftly avoided the serpent's attack, then launched a talisman for the Immortal's Destruction straight into its mouth.

By the time the golden serpent realized that something was amiss, it was already too late. Golden light had erupted in its mouth as the Immortal's Destruction struck it.

The golden serpent shrieked in pain, its mouth a bloody mess.

Suddenly, it felt a threatening sensation encompassing it, but its eyes were blinded by the demonic fog, and it couldn't discern in which direction the threat was coming from. Once more, it sent sprays of ice into the air, but it was too late. Another bolt from the Immortal's Destruction landed, breaking through its barrier and injuring its neck. Xiao Nanfeng was able to 'see' clearly despite the demonic fog, and his divine undying blade struck at almost the same time.

The golden serpent was beheaded amidst the fog of darkness.

Even to its death, the golden serpent couldn't believe that it had died in such a fashion.

"Serpent? What's the matter? Have you already eaten Xiao Nanfeng?" one demonic disciple asked, suddenly struck with an uneasy premonition.

"It's dead. Now, it's your turn to die," Xiao Nanfeng replied coldly.

"What?!" the disciples cried out.

Waiting for them was a charged blow.

"Mercy! Please don't kill me!"

"I'm a Taiqing disciple too! Don't kill me!"

"Spare us, Senior Brother!"

The demonic disciples screamed piteously, but Xiao Nanfeng ignored their pleas. The remaining disciples scrambled to escape as Xiao Nanfeng methodically caught and killed each one.

Some of the ones who had run away fastest suddenly looked up. Their eyes grew wide as a bolt from the Immortal's Destruction split them in two.

From the mountain peak, Tang watched as the black fog dissipated, revealing the golden serpent's prone carcass. The demonic disciples were likewise lying in pools of blood, and Xiao Nanfeng was chasing the last few remaining. He clutched his face in shock. "I told you, Xiao Nanfeng's a sinister fellow! Don't provoke him—but all of you did it anyway!"

Within the valley, the demonic disciples that were about to die shouted in despair, "Tang, it's all your fault!"

Tang's face spasmed. "What do you mean, it's all my fault?!"

"Kill!" Xiao Nanfeng shouted.

Before the others died, they too said the same thing.

"Tang, I'll haunt you for the rest of your life!"

"Tang, you omen of calamity!"

Xiao Nanfeng killed all the remaining demonic disciples. Standing amidst a pile of corpses, he frowned. "What does this have to do with Tang?"

As if sensing something, Xiao Nanfeng suddenly looked up toward a mountain peak. His gaze met Tang's constipated expression.