60: Chapter 47, Skull Hammer!
60: Chapter 47, Skull Hammer!
Tang Fei thought to himself.
His body was locked in place, barely able to move.
Not to mention trying to take a direct hit from that hammer attack…
This Evil God was truly unreasonable, having clearly agreed that as long as we, the petty thieves, retreated, he would spare our lives…
How could he go back on his word?
It’s a pity, this Pulse Gun…
hasn’t even been fired once.
“Big brother…” Little Fatty called out.
He also felt the danger, but there was nothing he could do.
The hammer passed right through the middle of their bodies.
Tang Fei’s body was sent flying, and with one hit, he was smashed to the entrance.
Little Fatty’s body also flew out, crashing heavily into a stone wall before coming to a stop.
Tang Fei vomited out another mouthful of fresh blood.
He knew his internal organs were injured.
The Yin Yang Qi in his body was rushing to help him regulate his breathing and repair his organs.
“Eh, I’m still alive?”
Tang Fei once again felt a surge of surprise.
That hammer, capable of destroying heaven and earth, had been neutralized by his own body?
Thinking of his body, and then of Little Fatty, he hurriedly called out, “Little Fatty…
Little Fatty had been sent flying by the hammer, hitting the stone wall before sliding down…
He got up from the ground and ran to Tang Fei’s side, anxiously asking, “Bro, are you okay?
You’re vomiting blood again…”
Tang Fei felt extremely dissatisfied in his heart.
He was clearly the stronger one, a Cultivator, at a realm of controlling Qi…
How could he be beaten down by one hammer strike while Little Fatty seemed fine like nothing happened?
“Bro, you’re not going to die, right?
“I’m fine,” Tang Fei said, feeling the flow of Qi within his body, then spoke, “Help me up.”
Little Fatty helped Tang Fei up from the ground, saying, “Big brother, we’re not dead.”
“Yeah, we’re not dead,” Tang Fei said.
He looked up and saw that the huge skull had vanished, as if what they had just witnessed was merely an illusion.
What was even stranger was that the cave was now flickering with red light.
It was as if the skull had disappeared, but those two blood-red eyes had been left behind.
“Bro, what’s going on?
What was that monster just now?”
“He said he was an Evil God…
I’ve never heard of such a being before.”
I only know the Flame God,” Little Fatty said.
The Flame Shrine was active right beneath their noses; even a blunt man like Little Fatty was quite familiar with it.
Tang Fei shook his head and said, “The Flame God is a false god; this Evil God is probably a True God.”
“A True God?” Little Fatty’s eyes widened as he spoke, “Bro, are there really gods in this world?”
“I used to doubt it…” Tang Fei said, “Until now, I’m starting to believe in gods.
That being we just saw…
even if not a True God, is an extremely fearsome Cultivator…
Perhaps, he’s infinitely close to being a True God.”
he clearly struck us with a hammer, why didn’t he kill us?” Little Fatty asked.
Tang Fei had already figured out the crux of it, saying, “Did you notice?
it was like talking past each other, everyone was talking to themselves…”
“Yeah,” Little Fatty nodded in agreement.
They had the same thought; it was clearly agreed that if we retreated quickly, he would spare us, but then, without waiting for the words to finish, he struck with his hammer.
“That was just a wisp of his lingering thought,” Tang Fei spoke up, “The Evil God, before dying…
or perhaps before departing, released a wisp of his thoughts to guard his Divine Cave.
When we entered, that wisp came out to stop us…”
“Otherwise, that hammer strike…
we would not have been able to resist at all, we would have already been smashed to death…
That hammer strike had force but no Qi…
After so many years, the force is still there, but the Qi has long dissipated…”
Thinking about it still made his heart palpitate.
Merely with an aura, they were both beaten to a sorry state.
If his real form was still there, where would their lives be?
This tomb raiding was like looking for their next home, and in that home was a terrifying figure like a ghost.
“Oh,” Little Fatty nodded, saying with utmost honesty, “I still don’t quite understand.”
“It’s like the person is dead, but the soul remains,” Tang Fei explained.
Little Fatty then understood and spoke with a palpable nervousness, “The soul remains, doesn’t that mean he’s a ghost?”
“You could say he’s a ghost,” Tang Fei said, “But not an ordinary one…
Anyway, let’s not talk about this anymore.
Let’s go in and take a look.
If he dares to call himself an Evil God…
he must have a few Divine Artifacts, right?
Otherwise, he’d be too ashamed to greet other gods when he steps outside…”
Who enters a Divine Cave and comes out empty-handed?
Tang Fei picked up the Pulse Gun from the ground and held it once again in his embrace.
He hadn’t fired a single shot when the Evil God’s hammer had sent him flying.
Little Fatty also picked up his Pulse Gun, his experiences mirroring Tang Fei’s.
He checked it over in the dim red light, relieved to find no damage to the gun.
The cave was large, but there were skulls everywhere.
Human ones, and even more of animals.
It seemed that this Evil God was a collector of skulls…
Somehow preserved, these skulls had withstood the test of hundreds of years without decaying.
The sight was horrifying to both Tang Fei and Little Fatty; the Evil God’s nickname was indeed well-deserved.
“Evil God!” Little Fatty suddenly shouted towards the center of the hall.
Tang Fei raised his Pulse Gun, ready to pull the trigger…
Whether it would work or not, he’d shoot first and ask questions later.
Just moments ago, they had been locked in place without any warning by the Evil God, unable to move their bodies and left at the mercy of another, an unbearable feeling.
But then, he stopped his hand mid-action.
For he didn’t sense any signs of life from the body; it was a corpse.
Leopard’s head with ringed eyes, iron face with knotted whiskers.
A visage of sheer malevolence, strikingly similar to the gigantic skull that had materialized out of a wisp of lingering thought just before.
The difference lay in the eyes; they were sunken, hollow, the blood-red pupils nowhere to be found.
This was indeed the Evil God.
As Tang Fei and Little Fatty approached the body, they felt their blood churn and malevolence rise in their hearts.
It was as though a monster was hiding within them, trying to break free and go on a killing spree.
Tang Fei knew these were the desires of the heart; the amplified emotions of darkness.
The Evil God could magnify the evil within one’s heart to the extreme, turning them into a bloodthirsty monster bent on slaughter.
Yet, what surprised Tang Fei was that this was merely a corpse…
The fierce intent contained within the corpse could affect the living, even a Cultivator with as strong a will as himself.
How formidable would a living Evil God be?
Now, a new question arose.
Could an entity as powerful as the Evil God die?
Was it just the physical body, or had the spirit perished as well?
If not dead, where had it gone?
Beyond this world, was there another?
Or perhaps another spatial dimension?
He was suddenly overwhelmed by a confusion of thoughts.
“Brother…” Little Fatty called out.
Tang Fei snapped back to attention and asked, “What is it?
“Brother, you’ve been staring into space for a while now.
You didn’t even respond when I spoke to you,” Little Fatty said.
He added, “Brother, don’t do that, it scares me.”
Such a place, with an atmosphere as gloomy as the Ghost Realm, indeed made it easy for one’s heart to turn cold.
Especially for someone like Little Fatty, who was not very courageous to begin with.
“I was just pondering some questions,” Tang Fei said.
He studied the appearance of the Evil God closely and said, “Who knows how long the Evil God has been dead, yet his body still looks so vivid, as if he were merely asleep…
I wonder how it was preserved.”
Little Fatty wasn’t concerned about the Evil God’s preservation secrets or the condition of the body, but rather, he pointed at the Skull Hammer in the corpse’s hand, “Brother, that hammer…
that’s the Skull Hammer he smashed us with just now.”
Tang Fei had also noticed the Skull Hammer because it was so distinctive.
It was said this hammer was forged from Kunlun Cold Iron, its body shaped like a skull’s head, with gaps that emitted haunting sounds like the crying of ghosts and howling of wolves when swung, unsettling the mind.
Moreover, the massive jaws on the hammer could trap an opponent’s blade, making it the king among hammers, the most sinister hammer in the world.
Tang Fei had read about the Skull Hammer in a casual book titled “Hundred Family Divine Artifact Catalog,” but even the author doubted the existence of such a hammer, believing it to belong only to myths and legends.
No strong warrior or famous general was ever known to wield it.
Subsequent generations had searched for it, including some renowned figures, but to no avail.
Turns out, it had already been buried here with the Evil God, perhaps hundreds of years earlier, or even longer.
This was a mythical Divine Artifact, indeed a rare treasure.
This discovery was a fruitful result of their quest.
Tang Fei reached out and picked up the Skull Hammer, feeling a surge of bloodlust and murderous intention as he gripped it.
His body felt unbearably hot, as if on fire.
His face twisted into a ferocious snarl, with veins popping on his forehead.
At the same time, his eyes also turned blood-red, as if two pools of blood were swirling in his sockets.
He looked very much possessed by the Evil God.
Tang Fei hastily threw the Skull Hammer to the ground and sat down, taking deep breaths.
His previously injured insides were agitated again, the taste of blood rose to his throat, and he spat out more blood.
This was the third time they had spat blood since finding the Great Tomb.
Tang Fei, the true spitting blood master.
Like a mouth cursed with an unending period…