Chapter 639B – With the Master Dead, the Hatchet Cannot Survive

A crushed stone howled out and struck Zuo Dongdong’s thick belly. He opened his eyes and vomited onto the ground. Then, his entire body was sent flying into the distance along with the stone.

Qin Yu drew several steps backward. Destructive fluctuations wreaked havoc within his body. They were like invisible saber points, tearing apart his flesh and blood and cutting at his bones. Countless tiny spots appeared on the surface of his skin; this was a part of the blood that had acc.u.mulated in his body.

He had no expression on his face, as if he didn’t sense the pain of being cut apart tearing through his body. He raised a hand and slammed his chest. With a dull thumping sound, Qin Yu’s flesh and blood violently shook. Countless waves raged in his body, forcefully expelling the intruding strength.

Pa –

On the surface of Qin Yu’s fist, the white cut marks burst open. Bolts of silver white light appeared and tried to fly away as if they had a mind of their own.

With a cold snort, Qin Yu grasped his hand forward, “Extinguish!”

A wild strength instantly erupted, causing space to shake and shatter. These silver white lights were repeatedly smashed apart before they finally vanished into nothingness.

The strength of a god was known to be immortal and everlasting…but Qin Yu’s present strength was enough to pulverize that everlasting immortality into dust. Moreover, his Saint level Demon Body could directly move the rules of the world. And what Woodchopper Fu obtained wasn’t a complete godhead.

But even though this was so, in this battle, Woodchopper Fu now held the advantage.

“Imprison!”

A loud shout spread in all directions. Wherever it went, the world rules suddenly tightened together, weaving into a swamp. Placed within, Qin Yu felt pressure coming from all sides. It was like an invisible mountain pushing down on him, making it difficult to even breathe.

A great reason for why a god was so terrifying was because they could control all the rules of the world. Just by lifting their hands and feet, they exuded divine might.

The hatchet hummed as if cheering. The silver white light on its surface became even thicker and more dazzling! As the saber slashed down, space and time seemed to break apart. Even though the saber was far away when it was raised, it was already close when it fell.

Bang –

The space where Qin Yu was directly disintegrated. Pitch black spatial fragments tumbled out. Endless silver white light erupted, turning into a silver sea that swallowed Qin Yu up.

But looking at this scene, Woodchopper Fu’s face became more solemn and respectful. He began to walk forward. His silver hair curled around him and each step he took caused thunderous rumbles to spread through the world.

He raised his silver white hatchet and slashed down. Then, more spatial cracks crashed into the void where Qin Yu was, causing the silver sea to grow larger and for it to release an even greater destructive aura.

The cultivators that were wildly escaping turned blue as they felt the terrifying fluctuations spread out from behind them. Without caring for anything else, they desperately fled even faster!

The 19th saber strike.

Woodchopper Fu suddenly sighed. Looking at the silver sea in front of him, he slowly shook his head, as if he sensed something that left him feeling helpless.

Rah –

A raging roar sounded out like a million peals of thunder. It carried with it a vast and boundless aura that seemed to cross through the endless river of time, passing from ancient times to today.

A towering shadow appeared in the silver sea. Its figure stood on par with the heavens. It stretched out both its hands, grasped two sides, and maliciously tore outwards.

The silver sea was instantly torn in half. The true form of that towering shadow was revealed; it was impressively a giant that stood over 10,000 feet tall. Its pupils were like the sun and moon, shocking the world!

The giant took a step forward and punched out a fist. A horrifying strength erupted like a volcano.

Woodchopper Fu slashed out his hatchet. The overwhelming flow of strength was split in half, roaring past him on both sides. But just as his hatchet fell, the giant punched a second time. Deep within Woodchopper Fu’s eyes, he revealed a bitter look.

As expected, he wasn’t able to hide his flaw from the Demon Sovereign’s eyes. Qin Yu had used some unknown method to become the incarnation of a giant and block his 19 sabers. But, he didn’t have the confidence that he could block too many of the giant’s punches…this was because the strength he used right now wasn’t his own in the end.

3rd punch.

4th punch.

5th punch.

Qin Yu had become the incarnation of an Ancient. Every time he punched, his aura became a little more powerful. Woodchopper Fu slashed to block his attacks, and although it seemed he was doing so with ease, his complexion started to gradually pale.

The fragment of a godhead. To be more accurate, it was a projection in which a portion of a godhead’s might had been poured. It could absorb the strength of the heavens and earth to recover on its own, but this process required time.

If the godhead fragment erupted with too much power in a short period of time and lost too much strength, it would instinctually plunder the strength of its host to maintain its existence.

Woodchopper Fu was currently enduring this sort of plundering. Only those experiencing this would know how horrifying the plundering was. Not only did it wrest away his strength, but it even took over control of his body and soul. He didn’t doubt that if he didn’t resist, he would soon be controlled by the godhead both inside and out, becoming a complete slave.

13th punch.

14th punch.

…

26th punch.

27th punch.

…

30th punch!

Woodchopper Fu suddenly flung out his arms. The hatchet was thrown far away where it plunged into the sealed stone.

For all things that existed in this world, there was nothing that was truly and absolutely immortal. Even if this sealed stone was said to be indestructible, it could still be cut.

Silver white light erupted from his body. It flowed out of every pore, condensing into a phantom that angrily roared.

Woodchopper Fu gently shivered. Blood seeped out from the orifices of his head. It was clear he was withstanding some sort of incredibly terrifying pain.

But his expression didn’t change and his eyes remained as still as ancient wells. He forcefully suppressed the outbreak of the godhead and allowed the next punch to fall upon his chest.

The sound of shattering bones filled the air. Starting from the chest, they were like an unstoppable tide that swept through every part of his body, breaking everything they came across. Then, he was sent flying backwards like a broken doll, vomiting blood mixed with bits of organs.

The giant withdrew its hand. Its eyes locked onto Woodchopper Fu, “Why?”

Its voice billowed through the air!

Woodchopper Fu seemed to vomit out blood with incomparable joy and freedom. When he finished, he revealed a blinding smile. “My surname is Fu, and I was a woodchopper to begin with. This cannot change nor will it ever change. Otherwise, even if I survive, I will no longer be myself. If I wanted to live in such a way I could have done so long ago, but I have no desire to.”

The giant rapidly shrank to reveal Qin Yu’s pale face. To punch out 30 continuous fists also consumed a great deal of energy from him. He understood what Woodchopper Fu meant. He thought back to the other grinding stones he had killed. They had exhausted all methods to survive, but it was clear that Woodchopper Fu still managed to maintain his own bottom line.

If he was no longer himself, then even if he managed to continue living he would be nothing but a walking bag of skin. What would be the meaning of it?

As with many things in the world, this was easy to say but hard to do. To be able to maintain his own bottom line in the face of death and abandon tens of millions of years of struggle, Woodchopper Fu’s actions were sufficiently worthy of praise.

Sensing the faint feelings shining in Qin Yu’s eyes, Woodchopper Fu weakly laughed, happiness in his tone.

“To have Your Majesty the Demon Sovereign feel admiration, I have no regrets in my life! Do you know how many times I’ve imagined what my own death would be like? I thought I would feel fear, but I feel