Chapter Sixty-Six: Three Heads and Six Arms

“Brother, don’t be reckless—they are practitioners of sorcery!”
Suspended in midair, an elder-looking man spoke to the person behind him.
“Big brother, let’s use that technique!”
The one called Third Brother spoke urgently.
“Very well!”
The other two nodded. Their opinions had converged, and in unison, the three shouted, “Divine Martial Dispel, Three Essences Become One!”
In an instant, the trio merged into a single being. Whose body had become the vessel was unclear, but the entity now possessed six arms and three heads—was this not the legendary Three Heads and Six Arms?
Their newly-formed self surged in power, nearing the transformative stage.
“They actually have such a technique!”
Xu Cheng was momentarily stunned. In the blink of an eye, the three had fused into one. If the previously slain Second Brother were included, could they not coalesce into a form with four heads and eight arms?
In that case, their strength might reach the Pure Yang Soul level!
Before Xu Cheng could contemplate further, their speed reached its zenith, leaving no time to blink.
Three enormous fists appeared before his eyes.
As they were about to strike Xu Cheng, the trio roared, “Brothers united, fists break steel!”
The power in their six arms intensified even further.
Xu Cheng managed to conjure an earthen wall, blocking for a split second. He then activated the Great Luminescent Boundless Wisdom Immortal Art, and a golden shield appeared before him.
Their fists fused into one, shattering the earthen wall with ease and then slamming into Xu Cheng’s shield of light.
Even the shield, sturdy as it was, only held for a second before shattering like glass.
The combined strike of three men was indeed extraordinarily powerful.
Xu Cheng retreated several steps but was still struck, his skin rupturing inch by inch.
Was the Three Heads and Six Arms divine power truly so formidable?
Yet, it hadn’t harmed Xu Cheng’s essence. The monstrous fusion seized the opportunity and attacked Xu Cheng relentlessly, as if intent on pulverizing him to dust.
Six fists came, each faster than the last.
His body reduced to bare bones, Xu Cheng continued to channel his magic, desperately fending off their assault.
After a brief moment, the monster seemed exhausted, while Xu Cheng was unable to stand, his bones shattered.
For their final blow, the six hands converged, forming a pale blue sphere at their center, which suddenly transformed into a beam of light, shooting toward Xu Cheng.
With a thunderous roar, the impact sunk him and the surrounding earth four or five meters deep.
“Now it’s your turn!”

They assumed Xu Cheng had been utterly destroyed by the blow, body shattered and soul extinguished. Moreover, their Three Heads and Six Arms form could not last long, so they shifted their focus to Yan Mengdie.
At this moment, Yan Mengdie radiated a baleful aura; her body had inflated, resembling a toad that had gulped down air.
A low, guttural “Croak”—even that alone caused cracks to appear in the ground.
Chrysanthemum instinctively pulled Cen Ningyue back, while Niu Dazhuang retreated. It was all due to Yan Mengdie’s overwhelming accumulation of power; toxic fumes seeped from the boils on her back.
A moment ago, an unlucky soul had inhaled just a wisp of the poison and dissolved into pus and blood. To prevent friendly casualties, Chrysanthemum had acted as she did.
Perhaps both sides had gathered their momentum. The Three Heads and Six Arms figure shot forth like a meteor toward Yan Mengdie.
On the other side, Yan Mengdie—her body imbued with Jade Toad Nine Moltings Immortal Art and her own life-bound technique—pushed off the ground nimbly.
Despite never training in martial arts, she was not the slightest bit slower than her opponent.
Their collision produced a commotion akin to the splitting of heaven and earth.
A resonant hum echoed, and cracks appeared in the air.
Both sides instantly retreated hundreds of steps.
“Excellent!”
The three heads spoke in unison.
Their only reply was a “Croak,” followed by a cloud of yellow poison spewed from Yan Mengdie’s mouth.
The poison was astonishingly swift, and even the fused trio barely evaded it.
Where the smoke touched the earth, it melted into lava, bubbling with yellow blisters.
Yet Yan Mengdie’s next attack arrived.
“Six Divine Fists!”
The three heads shouted in harmony; six arms, each representing a path, converged to form a miniature black hole.
There was a faint hint of Xu Cheng’s Netherwheel Reincarnation Immortal Art in its essence.
The Six Divine Fists struck Yan Mengdie instantly—this attack targeted her soul. If not for the powerful protection of the Jade Toad Nine Moltings, she would have perished.
Yan Mengdie was hurled backward, landing heavily.
At that moment, Xu Cheng finally recovered completely, thanks to the regenerative powers of the Netherwheel Reincarnation Art.
Seeing their foe about to attack as they had with him—a barrage of wild fists—
Chains of Netherflame appeared out of thin air, binding their six arms. Already depleted, they were immobilized.
“You’re still alive?”
Their three heads could see in every direction, and one caught sight of Xu Cheng climbing from the pit.
“How could I possibly die?” Xu Cheng replied coolly. “Black Dragon Seal of the Netherwheel Reincarnation Immortal Art!”

On the ground before him, thick, black water began to bubble up.
The liquid spread outward, and in an instant, a dragon’s head dozens of yards across leapt forth, devouring the Three Heads and Six Arms figure.
The black dragon then dove beneath the water, and all returned to calm.
He mused to himself that even those who advanced their cultivation by brute force had secret techniques; truly, the world abounded with wonders.
“Ouch!”
Yan Mengdie cried out in pain, clearly gravely wounded.
Xu Cheng hurried over. “Are you all right?”
As he spoke, he sacrificed the three fallen foes and acquired thirty Soul Restoration Pills—dark as ink, laced with golden threads invisible to the naked eye. These pills could restore the soul, the ideal medicine for cultivators at the Soul level.
He was about to pry open her mouth, but Yan Mengdie caught her breath and said, “I just can’t sit up!”
For a moment, Xu Cheng’s expression was a riot of colors. He had thought her injuries were severe, but it turned out she simply couldn’t stand because her body had grown too large.
Still, even without injury, the Soul Restoration Pills were astoundingly effective for those at the Soul level. He forced three pills into her mouth and finally helped her up.
“I really underestimated them.”
Xu Cheng’s clothes were reduced to tatters, covering only what was essential; Yan Mengdie fared no better.
They decided it would be best to buy new clothes in town.
Although the fierce battle had taken place at the town’s entrance, the curious townsfolk had watched the entire spectacle.
Word spread quickly—one tells ten, ten tell a hundred.
To the townsfolk, Xu Cheng’s group were nothing short of immortals. Clothes were offered freely, restaurants provided their finest food and drink without charge, though they certainly had their own motives.
Such as:
“Immortal, immortal, my son is sick—could you heal him?”
“Immortal, I think my house is haunted—things keep disappearing suddenly.”
“Yes, yes, mine too! Things keep vanishing—does the town really have ghosts?”
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A cacophony of voices rose. Xu Cheng suddenly sensed someone watching him. He looked up and saw a mischievous young girl.
As soon as she saw Xu Cheng looking her way, she darted off.