Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 315 - 217: Evil Spirit, Spirit Venerable!
The little skeleton never really made its presence felt.
Mainly because it was too weak, so weak that a mere wisp of soul fire could knock it down.
Zhao Yi had no use for it, so naturally, he never thought about it.
If it weren’t for suddenly thinking of the Nine Offspring of the True Dragon, Zhao Yi would have forgotten about that little thing entirely.
However, this inconspicuous little guy did something earth-shattering without anyone noticing.
The Purple Gold Divine Dragon also saw the little skeleton, and was so shocked its jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
"What is that thing?"
The Purple Gold Divine Dragon seemed unable to believe its own eyes, and stuttered, "Th-that’s a skeleton, right?"
Hiss!
After speaking, it took a deep breath: "How could an undead skeleton possibly get close to a True Dragon? Why is it not afraid of the dragon’s might?"
After the Purple Gold Divine Dragon finished speaking, it suddenly looked towards that multicolored glow in the distance.
"Could it be the work of the Sage of Time?"
The Sage of Time was the Magic God of the Undead Magic System; wielding undead skeletons was her signature skill.
The Purple Gold Divine Dragon looked at the Sage of Time, its large dragon eyes filled with doubt: "Is she insane? Without a Great Daoist Sage in the Magic World, where does an Undead Magic God find the courage to provoke a True Dragon?"
Zhao Yi did not answer but looked grimly in the direction of the True Dragon.
The little skeleton had a servant contract with Zhao Yi, so Zhao Yi could sense its divine soul’s state.
The little skeleton’s current state seemed... very angry?
Zhao Yi hesitated for a moment, then carefully sensed again before finally confirming.
The little skeleton was indeed angry!
This emotion was so intense that Zhao Yi could feel it from a great distance.
"Bastard, get out!"
After the little skeleton got into the crack on top of the True Dragon’s head, the True Dragon suddenly lost its composure and cursed.
It was clear,
The True Dragon knew what the little skeleton was,
and also knew the consequences of the little skeleton entering the skull’s crack.
Then, the True Dragon went berserk!
"Roar!"
The enormous dragon head of the True Dragon raised to the sky and let out a deafening howl.
The two remaining front claws tried to support its half-body, attempting to stand from the ground.
At this moment, a massive black-red palm suddenly descended from the sky.
The True Dragon had just raised its head when it was directly slapped down to the ground, creating a giant pit several thousand meters wide.
"That is..."
Seeing the black-red palm, Zhao Yi was initially stunned, then quickly looked toward the palm’s center.
"It’s indeed Him!"
Zhao Yi looked at that giant palm with a face full of amazement.
Within that black-red giant palm was a strange scarlet blood eye.
Zhao Yi knew this thing all too well.
It was precisely the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit."
When the shadow of "Gu" departed from the Divine Sense World, Zhao Yi specifically observed the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit."
The "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit" sat cross-legged with eyes closed, like a meditative Bodhisattva unconcerned with worldly matters.
Unexpectedly, after the True Dragon suddenly went berserk, "Gu" didn’t react much, but the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit" took action first.
Moreover, as soon as it struck, it slapped the True Dragon over.
The True Dragon was already incapacitated.
The "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit" suddenly launched a sneak attack.
Although the style resembled "punching the South Mountain Retirement Home, kicking the North Sea Kindergarten," lacking martial integrity.
However, it was still a True Dragon after all.
Zhao Yi was almost cut in half by a breath from it before.
The "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit" could slap a True Dragon, indicating he was at least a super powerhouse of the same level.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yi suddenly felt a chill of fear.
Fortunately, "Gu" had been guarding Zhao Yi within the divine sense world.
Otherwise, with the power of the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit," it might casually extinguish Zhao Yi.
"Roar!"
The True Dragon completely lost control.
It initially just wanted to suppress the little skeleton, scaring it into not acting rashly.
Unexpectedly, someone was secretly plotting against it.
"The aura of a spirit?"
Like a flashback before death, the True Dragon seemed to forget its severe injuries, suddenly raising its head, towards where the black-red palm descended from above.
"Who? Which spirit is here?"
The True Dragon was both shocked and angry: "The True Dragon Race and the Spirit Race have been allies for hundreds of thousands of years. How dare you betray our alliance, aren’t you afraid of your father’s punishment?"
In the void, the shadow of the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit" slowly emerged.
Surrounded by a faint crimson-gold glow, it was clear it was those tiny crimson glints that helped conceal its figure earlier.
Seeing the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit," the True Dragon’s eyes changed slightly: "You are... that exiled Evil Spirit?"
Evil Spirit?
It was the first time Zhao Yi had heard there was a distinction between righteous and evil spirits.
The Spirit Venerable mentioned by the True Dragon should be the so-called "True Spirit," while the corresponding exiled Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed, Altar, War Puppet, etc., were all "Evil Spirits."
Zhao Yi thought of the insane things those spirits had done before and felt such a classification seemed perfectly reasonable.
The "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit" took a path like the Buddha’s, harming the monks of the Buddhist Sect, but rarely revealing itself in the Mortal World, therefore committing no major evil.
The Altar and War Puppet spirits were different.
These two spirits were notorious in the Great Xia Dynasty.
The "Altar Spirit" sacrificed half of the Four Seas Commerce Association’s people; if it weren’t for Zhao Yi, the richest man in the Great Xia, supporting them, the Zhao family’s finances would have been cut off.
The "War Puppet Spirit" was even more evil and bizarre than the "Altar Spirit."
The "Altar Spirit" plagued fellow disciples, while the "War Puppet Spirit" led to direct patricide.
With their creepy sacrificial methods, even the evil cultivators of the Cultivation Realm felt inferior.
If all "Evil Cultivators" were like this, then their exile from the Spirit Realm and classification as "Evil Spirits" seemed completely appropriate to Zhao Yi, with no problem at all!
However, it was quite clear that the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit" did not seem to think so.
"Evil Spirit?"
The "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit" snorted coldly, thousands of scarlet blood eyes opening simultaneously, eerily staring at the True Dragon.
Expressionless, the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit" said coldly: "The Spirit Venerable is nothing but a Pseudo-Spirit, yet dares to brazenly label us as Evil Spirits. Sooner or later, we will grind him to dust, annihilating his divine soul!"
Hearing this, the True Dragon sneered: "A Pseudo-Spirit perhaps, but hasn’t he still managed to suppress all Spirit Races? And he’s exiled you from the Spirit Realm, scaring you from returning for hundreds of thousands of years!"
"You court death!!"
The True Dragon’s words seemed to touch the reverse scale of the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit."
It could no longer endure.
A thousand giant palms simultaneously rose, descending upon the True Dragon like a storm.
"Fool!"
The True Dragon possessed extremely rich combat experience.
Upon seeing the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit" unleash a full-strength deadly strike, the True Dragon was not anxious; instead, a hint of expectation flashed in its eyes.
"Not good!"
Witnessing this from afar, Zhao Yi was immediately filled with a bad premonition.
"The True Dragon also sensed that mysterious substance in the Little World; it wants to use the ’Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit’s’ attack to trigger those special substances to heal its injuries."
Zhao Yi kept his gaze fixed on the True Dragon, ready to stop the "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Spirit," but swallowed his words.
What if the True Dragon was merely acting, aiming to have Zhao Yi intervene and stop it?
Zhao Yi couldn’t forget.
He was the one the True Dragon most wanted to kill!
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