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The face of the Guman Child contorted in extreme pain, caught between the control of Sang Ji's spell and its instinctive fear. As Sang Ji's incantation quickened, the Guman Child let out a piercing scream and lunged at my neck once more.
Fo Gua, visibly irritated, shook its body in defiance against the Guman Child, emitting a series of low growls.
I couldn't help but feel amused; it looked like two children squabbling.
I felt reassured leaving the Guman Child to Fo Gua, so I stepped forward and said, "Sang Ji, if you have any other tricks up your sleeve, now's the time to use them. Otherwise, when it's my turn to strike, you might not get another chance."
I cracked my knuckles threateningly and glared at the flushed Sang Ji.
Sang Ji, unfazed, sneered, "Do you really think you've won? Young man, you're too naive!" With that, he pulled out a glass vial from his pocket. Inside were a few strands of hair and some broken nails.
Sang Ji held the vial in his palm and crushed it. The shards of glass pierced his hand, staining the hair and nails with his blood.
Chanting his spell, Sang Ji began to laugh maniacally at me.
As his incantation neared its conclusion, I felt a sharp pain erupt in my abdomen, as if someone were stabbing me with a knife and twisting it violently.
As I doubled over in agony on the ground, I shouted "Fo Gua!" before rolling around in pain.
Sang Ji laughed with glee. "You ignorant fool! How does it feel to experience the effects of this glass curse? Ha ha... this is just the beginning. I will make you suffer for seven days until your insides turn to mush and you die spitting out shards of glass. Ha ha..."
But even without my call for help, Fo Gua sensed my peril. It immediately abandoned its playful antics with the Guman Child and dove back into my body.
In the blink of an eye, the pain in my stomach vanished. Fo Gua was adept at dealing with these chaotic Gu Worms and Gu Techniques; it was like a cure for all ailments!
I clutched my stomach, continuing to pretend to be in excruciating pain, my cries likely sounding no better than a pig awaiting slaughter. Sure enough, Sang Ji crouched down to get a better look at my pained expression, intending to pat my face.
The moment Sang Ji reached out, I seized his hand with both of mine and suddenly sprang up, driving my knee into his back while applying pressure. I bent Sang Ji's arm behind him.
To my surprise, Sang Ji didn’t cry out in pain despite the awkward angle of his arm. His foot struck my back like the tail of a scorpion.
Caught off guard, I stumbled forward. Sang Ji seized the opportunity to break free from my grip.
A wave of shock washed over me; it turned out that Sang Ji was skilled in martial arts, and judging by his stance, he was quite proficient. I hadn’t expected this old fellow to hide his abilities so well. Otherwise, how could he have escaped when I had the upper hand just moments ago?
I silently regretted my carelessness. Sang Ji glared at me darkly. “How could you possibly be fine?”
There was no way I would tell him the truth, so I gave him a particularly infuriating response: “Why don’t you guess?”
Sang Ji suddenly spat out blood, pointing at me with a fierce expression. “You’ll have your chance to answer my questions soon enough!”
With that, he lunged at me like a tiger descending a mountain, throwing a punch that carried the force of thunder—likely the culmination of all his strength.
I figured that Sang Ji must have been driven mad by me; after thinking he had the upper hand multiple times only to have it slip away each time must have been infuriating. If I were in his position, I would be furious too!
I leaned back and extended my leg forward.
“Thud…”
The sound of something heavy hitting the ground echoed. Sang Ji fell flat on his face. I couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably beside him. My master once said that when fighting, one must avoid being impulsive and hot-headed.
This is a living example right before my eyes!
When Sang Ji got up, there was no expression left on his face, and two streams of white vapor seemed to escape from his nostrils. Then, he pulled out a dagger and plunged it into his own chest.
He didn’t even blink, as if he was stabbing someone else’s body instead of his own.
I scoffed, “So you lost, huh? No need to harm yourself for sympathy. Do you know how many lives have been lost because of you? When they begged for mercy, did you ever show them kindness and let them go? So even if you turn yourself into a bloody mess today, I won’t spare you.”
Sang Ji’s mouth twisted further as he coldly replied, “Even in death, I will drag you down with me, you filthy dog. To die under my Secret Technique is something you should be proud of.”
Sang Ji formed a hand seal, and then I witnessed the most bizarre scene I had ever seen in my life. Right before me was a living person.
Yet his head slowly detached from his neck, floating in mid-air. Sang Ji’s eyes looked at me as if I were already dead.
“You should feel honored to die under my Fei Tou Jiang,” Sang Ji’s head said with a crooked grin.
His head began to drift toward me, trailing a long cord of flesh behind it. Seeing this eased my mind; although I wasn’t very familiar with Xiang Tou Shu, I had heard from my master that when Fei Tou Jiang reaches its peak, the head and body can separate freely, enhancing one’s power.
However, Fei Tou Jiang could also be a deadly technique that Xiang Tou Shi used on himself. A slight misstep could lead to death.
“Did you really go this far on yourself?” I asked in shock.
Fei Tou Jiang requires practicing in secluded places. At midnight, one would begin the descent and then absorb the essence of infants; animals would do as well, but the best source is from fetuses. Only after forty-nine days of this could Fei Tou Jiang be considered complete.
Sang Ji laughed and said, “You have to give something to gain something. What’s this little sacrifice? Once I drain your essence, my Fei Tou Jiang will be complete. Hahaha…”
Sang Ji flew towards me with its mouth wide open. I gripped the Ruyi Stick tightly, swinging it to create a shadow of the stick, blocking Sang Ji's head from getting closer.
Although Sang Ji's Fei Tou Jiang didn't succeed, it was still formidable. Each collision with the Ruyi Stick felt like being hit by an elephant; the force was surprisingly strong.
I held the Ruyi Stick and swept it horizontally, trying to knock Sang Ji's head away like a baseball. To my surprise, Sang Ji bit down on the Ruyi Stick.
Then, the Guman Child crawled out from Sang Ji's spiritual cover and began to slowly make its way towards me along the Ruyi Stick.
I struggled to pull the Ruyi Stick back, but Sang Ji's eyes were filled with mockery. Taking advantage of my momentary distraction, it loosened its grip.
I held onto the Ruyi Stick and stumbled backward several steps before finally regaining my balance.
I had thought that such a force would send the Guman Child flying off the stick, but when I looked down, I saw that it had already crawled up to my arm.
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