Volume 9, Chapter 602 – Terrifying Hair

Cheng Hongling’s smile blossomed like a hundred flowers; all else lost its color.

“I really didn’t expect you to dare come back. Since that’s the case, go die together with your main body!”

The Source of Yin Miasma bared a feral grin and thrashed violently.

Qi Huang focused, using the Boundless Demonic Hair to bind the other tightly. This time she felt almost no pain from her scalp, proof of how much its strength had increased.

Cheng Hongling seized the chance to break free and flew to the doppelgänger’s side.

Jiang Feng, Yaoyao and Mimi did the same.

“Can’t break free! Can’t break free at all! What the hell is this!”

After struggling for a long time to no avail, astonishment crept across the Source of Yin Miasma’s face. She knew this “bratty little sister’s” strength; without the help of the tribulation, she could have killed her with a single finger. So what was going on now? In less than half an hour, how had she become a different person?

“Can’t break free? Good!”

Qi Huang smirked, flicked a thought, and the Boundless Demonic Hair yanked the Source of Yin Miasma into the air, then smashed her into the ground beside them like swinging a sledgehammer.

BOOM!

The Source of Yin Miasma hit like a meteor. The already-ravaged ground was blasted into a hundred-zhang-deep crater; dust roared skyward, blotting out the sun.

Before the Source of Yin Miasma could react, Qi Huang controlled her hair to haul her back up and slam her into the earth again, then did it over and over.

BOOM! BOOM!

With each earth-shaking detonation, the heart of the Pingshan Mass Burial Ground was utterly destroyed. Vast fissures crawled out from the center; the surrounding mountains collapsed, and for ten li around, it was as if a terrifying earthquake had struck.

Cheng Hongling stared in shock. That was an enemy so strong she herself couldn’t resist, yet her own doppelgänger was flinging her about like trash, leaving her no chance to fight back!

Shock crossed Jiang Feng and Yaoyao’s faces, followed by a thread of fear. Before such world-rending power, they were as small as ants.

ROAR!

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Furious, the Source of Yin Miasma shed countless razor-sharp bone shards. Wreathed in ripples of space, they began slicing at the Boundless Demonic Hair.

Qi Huang did not retract her hair; she wanted to see how strong the Boundless Demonic Hair was now.

Cre-eak! Cre-eak!

Grating, tooth-aching friction sounded. Those space-tearing bone shards could not cut the Boundless Demonic Hair at all; instead, the hair bit into them, carving groove after groove.

“Not bad! Not bad!”

Qi Huang smiled in satisfaction at the sight.

The Source of Yin Miasma wouldn’t accept it. Seeing she couldn’t sever the strands, she simply sent the shards shooting directly at Qi Huang.

Qi Huang was no longer who she had been. With seventh-layer Heavenly Tribulation Realm Divine Sense projected outward, she “saw” each shard’s flight path with perfect clarity. Clear proof that the Source of Yin Miasma had definitely not reached late-stage Flying Corpse.

Her confidence grew. With a thought, she froze the densely packed shards before her, as if time itself had stopped.

The Source of Yin Miasma’s body suddenly burst apart, revealing the skeletal true body. Like a magnet, it drew up countless bones from underground; its mass swelled rapidly until it covered several li around.

At the same time, Qi Huang extended her hair, binding the giant skeleton tight again, then kept swinging it. For a moment, even heaven and earth trembled!

“What terrifying hair! Not only indestructible, but boundless!”

Jiang Feng and her sister Yaoyao goggled.

“Just how long is that hair of yours?”

The Source of Yin Miasma’s voice came through, livid. The slams didn’t hurt her much, but they were extremely humiliating.

“Boundless!”

Qi Huang answered with calm simplicity.

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Again the Source of Yin Miasma was smashed into the ground. Her skeletal frame suddenly branched and spread; massive bone spurs thrust out and stabbed deep underground, anchoring her to the earth like a colossal spider. At the same time, dense barbs sprouted to hook and snag Qi Huang’s hair in thick bundles.

Qi Huang gave an instinctive tug and found she couldn’t hoist the other up, and breaking free would be difficult.

CRACK!

Just then, the massive skeletal body burst open a hole, and the Source of Yin Miasma wriggled out.

“Shedding your shell like a cicada? How sly!”

Qi Huang cursed inwardly. The Source of Yin Miasma had first used external force to expand her size and tangle up Qi Huang’s hair, then slipped her diminutive true body out of that shell, classic cicada-shedding.

“Without that damned hair, let’s see what waves you can still make.”

The Source of Yin Miasma vanished from where she was and lunged at Qi Huang.

“Who said I only have hair?”

Qi Huang’s lips lifted. Her seventh-layer Heavenly Tribulation Realm Divine Sense crashed down to suppress the foe.

Unprepared, the Source of Yin Miasma plummeted like a shooting star and drove another crater into the ground.

“How is this possible?”

Kneeling on one knee at the pit’s bottom, her skeletal body trembled under the crushing pressure. But as a fiendish specter she had strong resistance to Divine Sense, and so she still slowly rose.

Qi Huang gave no breathing room. The remaining strands surged like a tide and bound the Source of Yin Miasma tight again.

“Damned hair, why is it so stubborn?”

The Source of Yin Miasma struggled and cursed.

Qi Huang’s thought stirred, and the Cicada Wing Sword shot toward the giant skeletal outer shell below. Small as it was, driven by her powerful Divine Sense it carried terrifying ripples of space.

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BOOM!

The massive skeletal outer shell shattered instantly, and Qi Huang took the chance to reel her hair back.

With another thought, Qi Huang hauled the still-struggling Source of Yin Miasma before her, a playful smile on her face. “Well? Do you yield?”

“How did you do it? You went in for only a moment and came out this strong?”

The Source of Yin Miasma demanded angrily. She never imagined that before she even left home, her grand ambitions would be strangled in the cradle.

“Humph, this fairy’s rise in power isn’t measured by time.”

Qi Huang looked even more pleased, thinking, ‘As long as I have enough ghost tomatoes, I can kill gods tomorrow.’

“What’s the point of talking to her? Just kill her.”

Beside her, Cheng Hongling came back to her senses and made a crisp proposal. This “skeleton” was the Source of Yin Miasma of the Pingshan Mass Burial Ground, the scourge of all Huangtian County.

Hearing that, the the Source of Yin Miasma’s skeletal body trembled; her struggles weakened, clearly she was afraid.

Qi Huang fell into thought. The Source of Yin Miasma did deserve eradication, but wasn’t it a pity to kill such a powerful specter outright? Besides, she had no method to kill her now, only to suppress her.

“Please don’t kill the young lady, if you must kill, kill us instead!”

Just then, Bai Yun and several other specters rushed over from afar.

Qi Huang moved her mind; her powerful Divine Sense pressed them flat on the ground at once.

“You can kill me too, but could you wait until I’ve taken my revenge on the Immortal Alliance?”

“The Immortal Alliance? You have a grudge with them?”

“It’s like this…”

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Qi Huang then recounted the origin of the Source of Yin Miasma.

The nearby companions, hearing this, showed a trace of sympathy in their eyes. None had expected so terrifying a specter to have such a tragic past.

“As the saying goes, wrongs have their source and debts their owner. Your past does invite sympathy, but it’s no excuse for slaughtering the innocent, so you still have to die!”

After a brief thought, Cheng Hongling gave her verdict. Leaving such a terror alive would be loosing a tiger back to the mountain.

The Source of Yin Miasma thought a moment, then took a step back: “If I only take revenge on the Immortal Alliance and harm no civilians?”

“You think I’d believe you?”

Cheng Hongling retorted, unmoved.

“Then what will it take for you to believe me?” the Source of Yin Miasma said, near frantic.

Qi Huang didn’t want more trouble. After a brief thought, she said, “Let that white wolf of yours follow me as a hostage, and I can spare you for the time being!”

“What? You want Bai Yun? Keep dreaming!”

The Source of Yin Miasma’s voice rose sharply, and she began struggling fiercely again.

“What are you playing at? Just kill her.”

Cheng Hongling questioned via mental transmission.

“I can’t kill her; holding her is already my limit.”

Qi Huang answered quietly.

“Ah?”

This time it was Cheng Hongling’s turn to be stunned.