I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 575 - Five Hundred and Seventy-One: The Master of Curses
Chapter 575: Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy-One: The Master of Curses
The critically injured Luan Bird had completely forgotten about escaping, only using its wings to beat against its body and severed head, hoping to dissipate the severe pain.
But an excessive amount of metallic Qi continued to drill into its brain, causing excruciating pain akin to needles pricking.
With a Luan Bird that disobeyed orders, the Luan carriage was completely trapped in place and the Sharp Fingers of the other Tang Clan Martial Ancestors were ready to strike. In a moment, twelve golden sharp flashes were launched towards the Luan Bird.
Mi Sea’s Qingmu Battle Body was punctured in an instant, nonetheless, it weakened the force of the Extreme Mang Finger attack, ensuring that the first round of assaults only resulted in bloody wounds on the Luan Bird, failing to kill a single one.
Sixth Elder Tang Gaomin, holding the unconscious Tang Luo, arrived beside Tang Siyuan, expressing his concern seriously, “Tang Luo has been afflicted with a particularly vicious curse. I have used Divine Pills to protect his internal organs, but he still remains unconscious. I fear we must return to our clan and seek the help of a curse master to find a cure.”
Curse arts were a widespread skill before the great rise of martial arts, initially created to strengthen the physical body of martial artists. However, if a human’s body undergoes too many curse strengthenings, it risked the brink of collapse and turning into ash.
Later, a genius suddenly thought, if curse arts could strengthen the body, why not weaken it too?
With this perspective shift, curse skills shone brightly. Some incredibly strong Demon Kings were defeated by the Human Race because curse masters were willing to weaken them at the cost of their lives.
Later, when martial arts flourished greatly, the Human Race had grown powerful enough to confront the Demon Race directly, leading to a reduced demand for curse masters. Consequently, curse masters, once highly regarded, were sidelined.
Although the tradition persisted, it was not a mainstream skill that everyone knew. Sixth Elder Tang Gaomin had some understanding of curse arts, but it was insufficient to solve Tang Luo’s current predicament, therefore he wanted to return home quickly.
Instead of informing Great Elder Tang Siyuan about the situation, it would be more accurate to say he wanted to return to his clan with Tang Luo first.
Tang Siyuan didn’t even turn his head, he spoke solemnly, “Why abandon what is near at hand and seek what is far away? There’s a curse master in the Evil Spirit Luan Carriage, his condition will naturally be resolved if we leave it to him. I refuse to believe the Mi Clan only has this one battle car.”
Although the Evil Spirit Luan Carriage was in grave danger at the moment, a Luan Bird on guard is not easy to attack. Perhaps a single attack could puncture a hole in the carriage’s body, but once the Luan Carriage protects itself with its feathers, the sharp finger attacks would be ineffectual.
After all, the Luan Bird is a divine bird of wasteland-level, possessing a trace of Phoenix bloodline, its life force is remarkably tenacious.
To fend off the attacks of several Martial Ancestors, including powerful ones like Tang Siyuan, with just a single carriage, seemed nearly impossible.
“We have no other choice.” Sect Head Mi Sea made up his mind. The repeated use of curse arts had already inflicted serious damage on his body. The most important task now was to send his great-grandfather back to the clan. Compared to that, hundreds of dragon souls were worth nothing!
Evil Spirit – Hundred Dragons Attack!
The reason the Evil Spirit Luan Carriage was known as a war chariot was not only due to the leading five Luan birds, but more importantly because of the carriage frame crafted from Evil Spirit Heavy Silver.
The invaluable Evil Spirit Heavy Silver isn’t only astonishing in defense, it can also capture evil spirits. This is the most important attack method of the Evil Spirit Luan Carriage.
As the rune activation began, the carved dragons on the silver frame of the Luan Carriage seemed to come alive, their eyes gushing out with evil light. Amidst a swirl of greenish-black smog, countless evil dragon souls howled out, charging towards the Martial Ancestors of the Tang Clan.
The indiscriminate attacks coming from the evil spirits were fierce. The evil dragon souls, devoid of physical bodies, were clearer than ordinary Spirit Arts. Besides a fear of fire, these malignant dragon souls have a great deal of immunity to Spirit Arts pertaining to the other four elements.
After sending out the dragon souls, Mi Sea activated Divine Wood and struck it on the back of the Luan Bird on the far left, half of whose head had been blown off. The unsuspecting Luan Bird gave a grieving cry, its body punctured, dying instantly.
If they let the Luan Bird continue to squawk and flutter about, the remaining four birds and the old man in the carriage would not be able to escape. At this moment, Mi Sea had no choice but to make a painful sacrifice.
Hundreds of evil dragon souls entangled the Martial Ancestors of the Tang Clan, and the hindering Luan Bird had been cleared. If the other four Luan Birds flap their wings, nothing can stop the speeding Evil Spirit Luan Carriage.
However, twelve consecutive Phoenix cries dashed Mi Sea’s elaborate plans. Twelve divine birds flapping their flaming wings burned the hundreds of evil dragon shadows to ashes. The cries of the Phoenix also caused the four Luan Birds to look around in a daze.
The Luan Birds, who possess god beast bloodlines, were instinctively terrified by these cries, and for a moment, they forgot to flap their wings and were frozen in place.
Having missed the best chance to escape, the Evil Spirit Luan Carriage once again was surrounded by the Tang Clan’s Martial Ancestors on the brink of devastation.
The chaotic spiritual power in the sky also returned to normal. Looking at the Tang Clan’s Martial Ancestors who were wielding their sacred seals, Mi Sea frowned, contemplating a way out.
“The Sect Head should leave first. I will cover your back.”
An old voice from within the Carrying Silkworm Canopy said faintly. Mi Sea’s face changed immediately, and he decisively said, “No, you should go first! I have the Xuanji Jade, and can linger here to delay them. If I want to go, no one can stop me.”
The old man was a stalwart of the Mi Clan, a meritorious servant who dedicated his whole life to the clan. How could he allow such an old man to risk his life? He was steadfast in his refusal!
“You rascal.” The old man in the Carrying Silkworm Canopy laughed and scolded, “When I was storming and commanding as an elder back in the day, you were still a little whippersnapper. The fate of a martial artist should be on the battlefield, not dying in a sealed chamber. When you return, tell my old pals that Mi Qinggu had itchy hands and wished to test the worthiness of this batch of Tang Clan Martial Ancestors. Regrettably, due to my old age and frailty, I died in battle.”
The old man, who had just been fading, seemed to suddenly regain his vitality. Mi Sea faced him with a bitter expression, unsure of how to respond.
The Carrying Silkworm Canopy was lifted again, and the unkempt Mi Qinggu stepped out. Despite his disheveled appearance, he greeted Mi Sea with a respectful salute, exuding an unusual solemnity.
“Please leave first, Sect Head. I’ll cover for you.” Without waiting for Mi Sea’s response, the old man floated out to confront Tang Siyuan at a distance.
Though he was just a gloomy old man with spots of necrosis on his face, the Martial Ancestors of the Tang Clan were fully prepared to face him, more serious than when they faced Mi Sea.
The old man stretched out his gnarled fingernails to scratch his head, sending a flurry of black lice and white dandruff in all directions, causing discomfort to those watching.
“I wonder which old stalwart of the Mi Family is present. I am Tang Siyuan of the younger generation. I hope your honor will withdraw the joke and remove the curse on my clansmen, so as to maintain harmony.” Tang Siyuan said indifferently to Mi Qinggu. Although the latter was a curse master, he was surrounded by a dozen Martial Ancestors, so Tang Siyuan didn’t believe that the aging and weakening old man could create an opportunity for Mi Sea to get away.
