I Am Your Natural Enemy

The Little Fire Seed flicked its hand, tossing the rolling flames skyward, letting them slowly dissipate into the air.

It also agreed with Wen Yan, it was better to stay home and enjoy the flames from burning natural gas, refreshing, clean, and purely natural.

Wen Yan extended his left hand, looking at his left middle finger’s black fingernail; indeed, there wasn’t even a crack. After continuously blocking high-speed objects, the black nail seemed to have been thoroughly activated, dark and bright, glittering with a metal sheen, extending a full inch beyond the fingertip.

Wen Yan raised his middle finger, beckoning Huo Yong with his finger.

”Your skills are lacking, you can’t even manage your nails, the more you trim, the longer they get, and you call yourself a warrior? Laughable.”

Wen Yan resembled a villain, harboring deep hatred, and as Huo Yong breathed, flames surged at his mouth and nose, his waist bent, his arms touched the ground, transforming into a beast, fierce aura emerging.

Yet, just as he was about to act, the Wudang Sect Leader reading from the back suddenly halted.

Wudang Sect Leader’s eyes sprang open, two rays of divine light flew out, entering the Magic Sword.

Yu Step, Precious Decree, Finger Print, Curse Scripture—all stopped at once, as he held the sword before him, and shouted deeply.

”Humbly requesting the True Martial Demon-Subduing Saint to subdue demons.”

The next moment, thunder boomed across dry land, a massive finger shadow descended from the heavens, pressing instantly onto Huo Yong’s forehead.

Huo Yong’s head was forcefully pressed onto the ground, his lower body unable to keep up with the speed, lifted into the air, detached from the earth.

A shock wave, centered from there, swept across instantly.

Pressed to the ground, Huo Yong faced skyward, his neck was broken, his grotesque expression dissipated instantly, his eyeballs exploded, his skull collapsed halfway.

As the impact swept away, all his bones seemed shaken apart, his Demonic Qi cleaned out swiftly, and most of his Yin Qi scattered.

In the blink of an eye, Huo Yong lay on the ground, like a dead dog.

Wen Yan glanced back at the Wudang Sect Leader; his Yang Energy was greatly depleted, and his spirit was significantly consumed.

He once thought these Taoists were hopeless in a fight without calling for backup; last time watching the Old Celestial Master calling help, the might was as if gods descended.

Slowly, he understood; this counts as summoning, needing the status first to call for reinforcement.

It also counts as casting skills, as these were carved into the Celestial Court by ascended greats of the past, similar to talismans.

The same skill, different people’s casting result, varies tremendously.

The power directly correlates with the caster’s strength; stronger skills necessitate stronger casters to touch the threshold.

Thus, it blocks successors from endlessly summoning reinforcements when defeated, compelling them to grow first.

Wen Yan thought the predecessors’ design from the past was indeed scientific.

Provided opportunities for capability, and compelled younger generations to strive upward, pushing them to avoid slackness.

Anyone who slacked off or took a wrong path, resulting in sect destruction, the past ascended greats watch coldly, not intervening at all.

Wen Yan turned toward Huo Yong, prepared to finish him off.

But the next moment, saw Huo Yong’s body, shaken to mush inside out, swiftly recovering.

He extended a hand, haunted by ghostly aura, pitch-black beads emerged from thin air; he opened his mouth, swallowing all the black beads at once, in an instant, his Yin Qi and ghostly aura surged.

Before Wen Yan closed in, the pile of sharp teeth, previously bounced by Wen Yan’s black fingernail onto another spot, once again flew up, rushing towards Wen Yan from all directions.

Wen Yan raised the Chunjun Mace with his right hand, constantly waving his left hand, blocking those sharp teeth.

Each tooth exploded, transforming into fiery flames, enveloping Wen Yan inside.

Meanwhile, Huo Yong slowly climbed up, swallowing all the saved black beads, his ghostly aura Yin Qi climbing quickly.

As his powers rose, the Demonic Qi forcibly flattened just now also started to recover rapidly.

He was at the moment, a hybrid between demon and ghost, fully utilizing his ability to sit between them.

If anyone were to kill his demonic part, by fixed ability logic, it would be erased as a demonic profession, but he was not purely demon.

Even with the demonic part erased and ghost part severely wounded, it’s not considered dead; without erasing a profession as a price, since the ghost part isn’t dead, it can recover.

During these days, he worked diligently yet brazenly to source resources at maximum speed.

These Ghosts transformed black beads were the resources he sought.

Not so good, all being Ghosts from outside the Divine Land, but at least low-risk, and sustainable for acquiring.

Facing an almost dodgeless, unresolvable blitz that almost ended him, he decided not to hoard these resources anymore.

If not used now, the future might never have a chance.

Wudang Sect Leader coldly watched Huo Yong’s rapid recovery, glancing at the compass before him.

At that moment, the compass indicated the demon was eradicated.

Yet now, it resumed spinning slowly, shifting to the previously stuck between the two classifications.

Then, amidst the flames, Yang energy suddenly erupted, and Wen Yan stepped out from the flames.