Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 623 - 575: I’m So Strong, Yet I’m Not Arrogant
The Mountain Mansion had already turned into scorched earth.
The Red Immortal was even more miserable, like an old sweet potato dug out from the ashes.
Shedding his outer layer of meat shell, the Red Immortal revealed his reddened body inside.
"Golden Cicada Shell?" Wu Hen was somewhat surprised that this Red Immortal had used this Immortal Technique to evade such a powerful Heavenly Tribulation.
Upon closer thought, after all, he was an Immortal; without some life-saving skills, it would be impossible to stand above the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins and flaunt mysteries.
"You... you... are you going to oppose my entire Immortal Lineage?" The Red Immortal Ge Chen angrily pointed at Wu Hen and said.
This Golden Cicada Shell was his technique for resisting the decade tribulation, a life-saving skill.
But now Wu Hen had shattered one of his shells, which was tantamount to cutting off one of his lives!
"A mere Mortal Immortal like you can't represent the whole Immortal Lineage." Wu Hen said disdainfully.
Immortals are also divided into realms.
Loose Immortal, Mortal Immortal, True Immortal, Golden Immortal, Jade Immortal.
Previously, Shang Hu, who maintained order among the various races in Infinite City as a city guard, belonged to the Loose Immortal.
And the seven Immortals who were about to cross the tribulation were all Mortal Immortals.
Loose Immortals have no tribulation, but their lifespans are not much different from that of the Human Clan. Only when they reach the Mortal Immortal realm will they have a long lifespan. However, the decade tribulation means that many Mortal Immortals might not live as long as a long-lived elder. The advantage is that they possess a Primordial Spirit, which can reincarnate, attach to Immortal artifacts, or dwell in mortal temples...
Wu Hen did not understand how a mere Mortal Immortal dared to shamelessly represent the entire Immortal Lineage. Did they truly think he knew nothing about Immortals and tried to scare him with the whole Immortal Lineage?
"Brother Wu, don't waste words with him, give him a beating. Sparing his life is the greatest respect we can show to the Immortal Lineage!" Du Mao said.
"Absolutely!" Wu Hen couldn't let this guy off easily.
Not that there was any deep hatred, it was mainly because this Black Immortal needed to build momentum. What was wrong with beating up an Immortal in front of all the Human Clan in Infinite City?
Earlier, he beat a Loose Immortal, and today he beats a Mortal Immortal. He must shatter people's illusions about Immortals, making them realize that the gods of the Human Clan are equally omnipotent compared to Immortals!
Just to let people see that when he punches an Immortal in the face, the Immortal would also lose two front teeth.
The Immortal's front teeth were not set with jade, nor made of gold. The Immortal's blood was also red, just as messy when sprayed from the nostrils. The Immortal's ribs couldn't withstand a knee strike, they would break as well. The base of an Immortal was also fragile. When you kicked their groin, the Immortal would scream in agony and do everything to protect themselves. Though they couldn't reproduce like the Human Clan, they were still afraid of losing their lineage.
"Why does the fight between the Black Immortal and the Red Immortal look more like a street brawl?"
"Yeah, shouldn't it be summoning the wind and rain on one side and invoking holiness on the other?"
"Oh, this was after various Divine Skills clashed, expressing the most primitive hand-to-hand fight. You all know, our Lord Wu Hen has always been considerate. After extinguishing the opponent's Divine Skills and Laws, he would abandon the overwhelming displays of power, so we mortals without Spiritual Vision could clearly see his fight and comprehend the essence of combat from his moves..."
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"Is... is this really it? Isn't our Lord Wu Hen inherently violent?"
"Absolutely not. He already became a Black Immortal. Don't you think he could elegantly annihilate his enemies with a single finger if he wanted to?"
"Our Lord Wu Hen is so down-to-earth, even considering such details for us."
This Black Immortal clearly mastered supreme Divine Skills, yet restrained his god-like Laws to demonstrate how to defeat an arrogant Immortal in the most relatable, impactful way.
The Nuwa Lineage's Humans were master marketers, capable of making anything sound impressive. Using a magnifying glass to analyze and then boast endlessly about this public figure's dedication and exceptional qualities...
"Our Black Immortal is like this, considering every secular citizen in every way. He actually reached the Realm of Leisure, but to allow us to reach the other side willingly entangled himself in the mundane struggles. That is the quality... oh, the virtue of our Black Immortal Venerable!"
Wu Hen was thoroughly enjoying the fight.
As for how the Nuwa Lineage's adept marketers would praise him, that was their job, but even from their remarks just now, Wu Hen greatly admired their professionalism.
He was simply using this Red Immortal to assert his authority and vent some rage, and yet they spun such a grand narrative. Each punch hit the flesh because of the Barbaric Ancient Combat Skill he had learned in the Scroll Realm was indeed quite effective against Immortals' various spells.
"Aren't you supposed to be foresighted?"
"Did you foresee this tribulation on yourself??"
"I am this strong, yet I am not arrogant. What gives you the right to be arrogant!"
Wu Hen cursed while hitting, contemplating how the Ten Thousand Veins of the Human Clan held their assembly in this Infinite City every decade, yet the clans still had discord. These self-indulgent Immortals only knew how to cross tribulations, and never truly contributed to the unity of the Human Clan, thus deserving a beating!
"Am I the Black Immortal, tell me??" Wu Hen demanded.
"Yes... yes... if you say so, you are..." The Red Immortal's face was humiliated, dragged down from the clouds to the dirtiest mud. He just wanted to escape this mad god.
"What do you mean 'if you say so'? Still not admitting? I see one last molar, might as well smash it too!" Wu Hen continued his forceful persuasion.
"You are the Black Immortal; you are the supreme Black Immortal of the Immortal Lineage hidden in the mortal world. I am shallow in cultivation and failed to recognize you earlier. Please forgive me, Black Immortal Venerable, stop hitting!" The Red Immortal Ge Chen wailed, knowing that if this continued, in the following centuries, the Immortal Lineage would speak of this disgrace—calling him Wuya Zi, the Toothless One!
"Admit your shallow cultivation?" Wu Hen asked.
"Thank the Venerable for your teaching and guidance. Otherwise, this lowly Mortal Immortal would still be immersed in arrogance and conceit." Ge Chen had already become utterly sincere.
Without sincerity, his mortal body would be completely destroyed.
Without his body, how would he withstand the decade tribulation? Face it with just his Primordial Spirit? And what difference would that make to dying outright?
"What method did you use to open the Cang Acupoint for Chang Chou? Tell me the secret technique, and I won't trouble you anymore today." Wu Hen said.
"This is a unique Immortal technique I comprehended..."
"Bullshit, do you really take me for some ignorant god?" Wu Hen instantly threatened to destroy the Red Immortal's mortal body.
"It was during my early travels when I discovered a martial arts manual from a certain era of the True Martial Super Continent in a god's tomb, documenting some high martial heritage..." The Red Immortal finally told the truth.
"So, the True Martial Continent also experienced a severance?" Wu Hen asked.
"Yes." The Red Immortal immediately nodded, "I will fetch it for you, Black Immortal Uncle."
This address of 'Uncle' pleased Wu Hen well enough. Seeing the Red Immortal had sincerely disclosed the secrets about high martial, he naturally did not press him further.
