Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8399: Xiangyu (1)

Upon recognizing the arrivals from the Poisonous Bug Valley, Zhao Hai furrowed his brows deeply. He then spoke up, "Which senior brother is willing to step forward?" No sooner had he uttered those words than a figure sprang from behind him, landing squarely before the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator. The man towered tall and slender, his features twisted in haughty disdain. At the sight of him, Zhao Hai couldn't suppress another frown.

Zhao Hai vaguely remembered this fellow. He hailed from Blood Elephant Island, ranking as a core disciple of that place. Still, Blood Elephant Island enjoyed great fame inside the Bloody Massacre Sect. Everyone dwelling there trained in an art simply named after the island. Those who followed this path grew massive and plump, wielding endless might and incredible toughness. They shone brightest with a tool dubbed the elephant trunk cone.

Yet this slender, towering cultivator broke the mold entirely. He counted among the rare few on Blood Elephant Island shunning the blood elephant technique. His past carried its own uniqueness as well. Once a lone rogue cultivator, he stumbled into joining Blood Elephant Island and took on disciple status. The practice he picked out stood even more unusual—the blood sea god-killing technique!

Indeed, this very cultivator shared the same method as Zhao Hai, the blood sea god-killing technique. For whatever cause, though, he harbored deep resentment toward the outer seas folk. He held Zhao Hai in low regard. Truth be told, contempt defined his view of everyone around. To him, he soared far above the rest as some superior being.

Zhao Hai struggled to grasp how a former wandering cultivator like this could nurture such overbearing pride. On what grounds did he dare scorn others? Pondering it over, though, clarity dawned: the man clearly viewed himself as a prodigy. That's what drove him to the blood sea god-killing technique. He even boasted of fully conquering it one day. Zhao Hai found himself at a loss for words with someone so full of himself.

This individual's family name tied oddly to Blood Elephant Island. He bore the surname Xiang, echoing the "Xiang" in the island's name but with a differing character. His full name rang out as Xiang Yu! To be frank, Zhao Hai drew a blank upon hearing it. Did his bold temperament stem from that name somehow?

Xiang Yu's hand flickered, summoning a lengthy blade into his grip. Nothing remarkable marked this sword. He eyed the Poisonous Bug Valley group with a mocking sneer. "Xiang Yu of the Bloody Massacre Sect here—I couldn't care less about your name. Hitting me means your misfortune. Perish!" With that declaration, he swung fiercely, offering his foe no moment to breathe.

Zhao Hai watched the scene unfold, torn between amusement and exasperation. This fellow truly spun tales all on his own, lost in a bubble of self-importance. Even so, Zhao Hai gave a nod of approval at his strike. The move drew from Bloody Battle Eight Strikes, nothing fancy, yet his execution impressed. As the blade cut through, a crimson river materialized mid-air. Its force matched Zhao Hai's own version of Bloody Battle Eight Strikes without falling short.

The sight left the entire Alliance formation in shock. No one had imagined a core disciple from the Blood Slaughter Sect wielding the eight bloody combat styles at such a level. Zhao Hai already counted as a freakish talent, but Xiang Yu outdid even that. The Blood Slaughter Sect brimmed with such prodigies, it seemed.

The Poisonous Bug Valley man felt taken aback too, sharpening his focus. He grasped the fearsome might of the eight bloody combat styles well, yet Xiang Yu's taunts ignited his fury. With a chilly huff, he held back his armament. Instead, his hands danced languidly through the air. As they moved, a toxic fog erupted around him, gradually shaping into a massive emerald toad.

This toad loomed gigantic, reaching some fifty feet in height and a hundred feet across. Its verdant hide gleamed slick and glossy, while its enormous eyes locked dead ahead. Just as the Blood River neared contact, the toad emitted a sharp "chi" croak. Its vast maw gaped wide, unleashing a scarlet tongue that lashed out to smack the Blood River squarely.

A deafening boom echoed as the Blood River shattered, dissolving into a bloody downpour. The toad's jaws parted once more, belting a booming roar! Weng~! That thunderous call unleashed an unseen barrier, scattering the airborne blood rain every which way.

But the assault pressed on. Abruptly, a towering peak materialized over the blood shower. It plummeted with devastating force, dwarfing the toad in size. This strike hailed from one of the eight bloody fighting moves' lethal blows: blood sea and corpse mountain!

The colossal toad's mouth stretched impossibly, expelling a blob of verdant vapor that charged right at the descending peak. The vapor swiftly expanded into a vast green haze, enveloping the mountain like roots embedded in mist.

In that instant, a blood torrent cascaded from the peak's heights. This crimson flow terrified even more, with waves surging wildly to crash against the green haze. The blood surges towered monstrously! Another entry from the eight forms of bloody combat, deployed now with piercing intensity and unstoppable drive.

The massive toad showed no sign of alarm. It parted its jaws anew, firing off that crimson tongue once again to strike the blood wave. A tremendous crash resounded, the tongue recoiling as the wave vanished into nothing.

The toad wailed in agony, fury sparking in its gaze. It then spread its maw to unleash a piercing shriek. With a mighty inhale, its mouth morphed into a devouring void. Nearby spiritual Qi, the green mists, the peaks, and the lingering Blood River overhead all funneled straight into that yawning abyss.

Witnessing this, a voice boomed from above. "Impressive, that sky-swallowing poisonous toad technique. But let's see if your venomous beast can gulp down my 3000 blood kingdoms." As the words rang out, structures flickered into view high in the sky. Their count swelled rapidly, blotting out the heavens nearly.

Down below, the toad kept inhaling voraciously. The structures dissolved into scarlet glows, vanishing into its belly. Yet their endless tide overwhelmed, while the toad's pull appeared boundless too. Each side drained the other through this relentless tug-of-war.

Some fifteen minutes later, a explosive crack shattered the deadlock. The poisonous toad burst apart and faded away. The skybound cities winked out in a flash. Two silhouettes emerged overhead, glaring across the gap. Neither wore a triumphant look. Blood trickled from Xiang Yu's lips, his inner core clearly damaged. The Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator sported shredded sleeves, his complexion ashen. The clash had drained them both heavily, leaving injuries on either side—no victor had claimed the edge.

Xiang Yu brandished his lengthy blade and bellowed, "I never dreamed you'd hold your own against me like this. You've earned a bit of my respect, but that's as far as it goes. Today, you fall!" He hoisted the saber high, roaring out. In the blink of an eye, he merged with the weapon, hurtling a slash toward the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator.

The Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator let out a frosty snort, his gaze icing over. He thrust both hands ahead, dropping into a toad-like crouch. The toad's phantom reformed over him. Its crimson orbs fixed on Xiang Yu. The jaws unhinged, the scarlet tongue whipping forth once more. A thunderous impact rang, the toad vanishing as the Poisonous Bug Valley disciple darted back. Xiang Yu halted abruptly, coughing up fresh blood. This spurt carried a rotten stench—he'd been tainted by venom.

Xiang Yu sensed it instantly, rage flaring in his eyes. He glared at the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator and snarled, "You coward! Resorting to poison like that?" His outburst prompted facepalms among the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples. Laughter erupted from the Alliance Army's grand formation. The Alliance forces could scarcely believe it. They hadn't anticipated such oddity from a Blood Slaughter Sect fighter. Facing Poisonous Bug Valley experts, famed for their toxins, how could he skip using poison? What a joke!

Zhao Hai glanced at Xiang Yu, who swayed on his feet barely. With a heavy breath, Zhao Hai eyed the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator. The man proved formidable, a master of poisons. He fell short of Zhao Hai's prowess but outshone plenty in the blood sea realm. Xiang Yu's defeat here made sense. Though wounded, the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator's injuries stayed minor. Xiang Yu, poisoned and battered, had forfeited most of his fighting strength. Refusing surrender meant death, so Zhao Hai declared, "We've lost this round." He gestured, sending several figures soaring from the array toward the battlefield's heart to haul Xiang Yu away.

Xiang Yu rejected the aid outright. Clutching his blade, he fixed a venomous stare on the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator and yelled, "I haven't lost! I'll end you yet. Zhao Hai, you can't forfeit for me. I answer to no one." He lunged to swing again, but collapsed instead. Green veins marred his skin—he'd blacked out completely.

Zhao Hai regarded Xiang Yu and shook his head in dismay. What a fool this guy made of himself, spouting such lines right then. Didn't that just invite ridicule? Still, Zhao Hai held no grudge. Every sect harbored types like him, impossible to rein in. Irritation stayed far off. He simply directed the cultivators to drag Xiang Yu back, dosing him with several antidotes. Then, off to the Blood Buddha Temple he went, where the experts there could heal him properly.